<?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-6189529263319981899</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:12:34.845-07:00</updated><category term='*Heidi     I LOVE U 4EVER'/><category term='*Heidi I LOVE U 4EVER'/><title type='text'>IncompletedSentences</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-3533151844236114255</id><published>2009-06-18T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:00:03.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get things of my chest and Move on..</title><content type='html'>Well, i had my first exam today!&lt;br /&gt;it is great!&lt;br /&gt;still and three more to write!&lt;br /&gt;my week is booked!&lt;br /&gt;which is great!&lt;br /&gt;never had a day where I'm book constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why i want to find a new group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'm rumbling on about how i hate people, wait scratch that!&lt;br /&gt;I"m rumbling on about How i Hate girls in my group!&lt;br /&gt;I dislike girls whom are clingy!&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend name Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;yes, she is clingy! She needs people to be around her when she doing her work after school&lt;br /&gt;but won't wait for people to finish their work, even after promising them she would.&lt;br /&gt;and excuses she gives is, you leave so near!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.your such a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;I would always help her in her tech work,&lt;br /&gt;and when i ask her for help, the respond she gives is "I don't Know!"&lt;br /&gt;it seems like she wants me too fail&lt;br /&gt;so she can succeed.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i can boost to her about getting a better mark than&lt;br /&gt;she got!&lt;br /&gt;You should wonder why your on my hated list of Friends lined up in front of  Carrissa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing about Taylor is that,&lt;br /&gt;she somehow would talk in her baby voices when talking to us.&lt;br /&gt;I don't why, maybe she trying to act cute.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't see cute at all!&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is flat as hell.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't want to offend her, and i put it in a nice way that i wanted to do her hair&lt;br /&gt;but she didn't get that, she looks really bad.&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is never pretty!even when she says it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would laugh at people sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;but not take it to heart! and i would laugh along with people&lt;br /&gt;if they make fun of me. But she gets all pissy and starts threatening me.&lt;br /&gt;even though, she not saying it for real. I don't like it at all!&lt;br /&gt;I mean where is your sense of humor, just laugh along!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SjqvMeD-s2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/D3UD09gHBlw/s1600-h/hate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SjqvMeD-s2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/D3UD09gHBlw/s320/hate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348780136218932066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I can go on about how i hate all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;actually i will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SjqushZMQeI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/e25XzEhP2Pw/s1600-h/Strangle_by_Seifex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SjqushZMQeI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/e25XzEhP2Pw/s320/Strangle_by_Seifex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348779587357393378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harindar is always getting mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;It is like she has permanent Period!&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when she gets her mood swings she gets annoying!&lt;br /&gt;She hates how Charissa dresses.&lt;br /&gt;Thinks you have to dress a certain way to fit in!&lt;br /&gt;I know she does, but hey that's why your like everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;Other than your skin color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charissa is this new girl from Alberta  whom thinks she all that!&lt;br /&gt;When in reality, she is not.&lt;br /&gt;She boost to be really smart.&lt;br /&gt;When i ask her to help me with math questions&lt;br /&gt;her answer was "I dont Know".&lt;br /&gt;She rolls her eyes at me when i tell her i need to go in for math help!&lt;br /&gt;She is even getting an 86 in Careers.&lt;br /&gt;Calming to not care about that class.&lt;br /&gt;Complains about not given enough work,&lt;br /&gt;but when given alot, she didn't even hand them in on time!&lt;br /&gt;Her dressing is like :OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;It is unqiue ya, but like sometimes she goes over!&lt;br /&gt;I even get embarrass standing next to her&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not even dressed in what she is wearing!&lt;br /&gt;That's how bad it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, i can say this much!&lt;br /&gt;I wish you guys would get over yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Not think it is always about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also dislike when people say their really lazy&lt;br /&gt;or make up excuses, though, i do it sometimes to people i dont like!&lt;br /&gt;but, i never say i'm lazy when a friend needs me.&lt;br /&gt;So quit whining and grow up!&lt;br /&gt;Cause, in the real world, there is no whining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why sometimes i really am happy,&lt;br /&gt;i have my asian crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Cause the Canadians crowd, really need to open their eyes&lt;br /&gt;and look at the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why i want to find a new group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm alright with them some days but some days&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel better now, that i got that out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-3533151844236114255?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/3533151844236114255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=3533151844236114255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-92017506502808893</id><published>2009-05-30T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:00:00.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, my best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SiG5bJ4jrwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/QlNp2kGCee4/s1600-h/DSC01392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SiG5bJ4jrwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/QlNp2kGCee4/s320/DSC01392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341754509198864130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, i just found out that Poppy died on Friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this post is For her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she passed away, made me regret so many things&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even get to say goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;and now, all i want to do is fly back&lt;br /&gt;and bury her myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i was given more time spend with her.&lt;br /&gt;If i were back in singapore&lt;br /&gt;i would have known that she was sick&lt;br /&gt;because she is family and you know&lt;br /&gt;when family is sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known that something was going to happen&lt;br /&gt;because i had bad luck all of today..&lt;br /&gt;But i guess that puppy is going to be in a better place now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there for me and i will miss you!&lt;br /&gt;Though, i didn;t say goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you know i love you alot!&lt;br /&gt;Though, i really wish you waited 3 more weeks&lt;br /&gt;till i got home.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Puppy girl, 29 May 09.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-92017506502808893?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/92017506502808893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=92017506502808893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/92017506502808893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/92017506502808893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-you-my-best-friend.html' title='I love you, my best Friend'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SiG5bJ4jrwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/QlNp2kGCee4/s72-c/DSC01392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-9081482337914384433</id><published>2009-05-15T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:15:09.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster strucks but no brightside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Have you had so much homework that you didnt know where to start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This weekend is going to be long!yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but it comes with a price!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Firstly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-Math homework, test on wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-Math assignment due on Thur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-History visual presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-history test friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-Careers who am i poster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-history presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;All due next week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and the best part of all, i have track on thursday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and what am i going to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;im so hungry and frustrated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i looked like a nerd carrying my books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Over with the depressing part..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and on to the good news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There is a guy that i have a major crush on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;only thing, he is my friend's brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and teacher son!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;great right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But he has the greatest eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and cool smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We have had a 0.05 sec moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;well, i think that,i don't know about him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He is so nice, that yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he accepted to say happy birthday to a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;even without asking for anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and usually guys would say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"if i did that, what would you do for me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i was upset, because i was sitting next to the girl who asked him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn't even want to know who has a crush on him!&lt;br /&gt;if only that girl didnt sat beside me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm going to miss him so much over the summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have even said a word to him before!&lt;br /&gt;Though we cheer for each other during races..&lt;br /&gt;i know i do, don't know about him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There is one thing i know for sure, he knows my name!!:):):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-9081482337914384433?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/9081482337914384433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=9081482337914384433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/9081482337914384433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/9081482337914384433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2009/05/disaster-strucks-but-no-brightside.html' title='Disaster strucks but no brightside'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-3491391117456339553</id><published>2009-05-04T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:22:00.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;GUESS WHAT DARLINGS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;IM HOME IN 50 DAYS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I had the weirdest dream last night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i dreamt i was back in Singapore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and i didn't even make it out the airport!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and i woke up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Don't you hate it, when you dream of something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and you get to the most exciting part..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and suddenly you just wake up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;your mum or your dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;always happens to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and that only comes one in a life time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Someone should invent this dictator thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;which shows that we are dreaming about something good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and shouldn't be woken up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, im pretty happy with myself today because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i manage to do 3200m out of the 4400m!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;my times were pretty good too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i did 450 for the first 1000m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and 530 for the second 1000m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and 149 for 400m and better and worst &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;for the last two!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;coolness righto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='HOME!'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-5260345666461237471</id><published>2009-04-27T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:08:56.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theories of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;MY HUNDRED POST!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DOESN'T EVEN SEEM LIKE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really so bored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;to bored to even blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I can blog of two cute guys though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And Misha's soon to be boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I would Post their pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;but then i would sound like a creep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and a dude i want to hook misha up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;He is American, and too hot to be a nice dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;if he is hot and is nice, he must be gay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;what do you think of that theory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;So i had three boys living with me, for 3 weeks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;too bad it was my cousins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;i would scream, if 3 hotties lived with me, but that won't be reality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Drove me Nuts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;ihate people who don't finish their food,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;i always think of the poor people who live in AISA and Africa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;My cousins wasted so much food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Another thing that pissed me off, is that playhouse disney..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;hate watching that channel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Had to watch it, since i was force too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I was watching it, and thinking how dumb it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;and then i thought to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;They teach kids to avoid strangers, to count..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;But, why in the world won't they teach kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;that they have to finish their food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Cause my four year old cousin asked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"why do i always have to finish my dinner"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;because he wanted oreos..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who would ask that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why in the world would you ask that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Don't you know, that you have too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;there is no reason!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;IT IS like asking why do i have to eat..!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;People here, aren't as smart as they look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;the worst people you get people are the ones who love to act like blondes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Really when you have the answer in front of you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;why would you ask the question again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;like really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;is it that funny to be stupid!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Lastly, the greatest theory given to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Don't let anyone put you down on the things you want to do or not the greatest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; as long as you got heart in doing it, your the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well gotta do math homework!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-5260345666461237471?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/5260345666461237471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=5260345666461237471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/5260345666461237471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/5260345666461237471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2009/04/theories-of-day.html' title='Theories of the day'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-7967002215607293606</id><published>2009-04-04T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:12:21.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Jenna Jameson</title><content type='html'>Creepy to be hearting Jenna Jameson..&lt;br /&gt;you will see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM NO LES,FYI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this Jenna Jameson, im talking about.&lt;br /&gt;The Guys would be "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i know her.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;The Girls must be scratching their head, thinking wtf is this Jenna girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HERE SHE IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SdgdE1P9FFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JyfmkhVREDw/s1600-h/jenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SdgdE1P9FFI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JyfmkhVREDw/s320/jenna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321034928588919890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SdgdFRdM7DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/IT153v1uJ3U/s1600-h/jenna+1.jpg"&gt;Then &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SdgmglhudWI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RB7uD2KfaWg/s1600-h/jenna+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SdgmglhudWI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RB7uD2KfaWg/s320/jenna+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321045301009479010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think she looks really pretty Now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;then she look then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what makes her famous and why only guys would know her.&lt;br /&gt;It is because she the world &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FAMOUS PORNSTAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i blogging about her.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you have to be Patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just, to let you know, i wasn't watching PORN!&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is how i found out about her.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Simple Life, and she was in it.&lt;br /&gt;My Brother was like that Jenna Jameson&lt;br /&gt;and I'm ask him who is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Though, it did RING a bell, because i saw her on some reality show&lt;br /&gt;in which she starred in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause she looked so different&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking to myself omg, she looks so pretty now!&lt;br /&gt;and my brother was said, you know she no longer a porn star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking why isn't she a pornstar&lt;br /&gt;but i just left it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for the Fred videos one day,&lt;br /&gt;and Tyra Banks with him appeared..&lt;br /&gt;At the sides showed others and&lt;br /&gt;this one of Sasha Grey was in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This girl is NUTS!&lt;br /&gt;She like 18 and SHE THINK BEING A PORNSTAR IS GREAT!.&lt;br /&gt;Go watch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxUq_zzvAaA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was a link of Jenna Jameson,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25 Reasons why no one should be a pornstar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i read it, i was like so shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This two hot-shot are like the most arrogant guys ever&lt;br /&gt;we have MR Wesley Snipes who asked her " Do you like it up the ass"!&lt;br /&gt;and Bruce  Willis who makes-out with her for 30seconds straight and walks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SdghMVys3dI/AAAAAAAAAUg/vKjl4g2zvTQ/s1600-h/wesley-snipes-in-trouble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SdghMVys3dI/AAAAAAAAAUg/vKjl4g2zvTQ/s320/wesley-snipes-in-trouble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321039455630187986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SdghMutXe3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/HW75vlHRElw/s1600-h/dude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SdghMutXe3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/HW75vlHRElw/s320/dude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321039462318701426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so shocked when i goggled them and found it was them!&lt;br /&gt;But Ms Jameson, had her pride, she totally ditched them!&lt;br /&gt;Good For her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing is that they aren't given any respect&lt;br /&gt;in that industry, the guys don't respect you, neither does the other people.&lt;br /&gt;Even if,your&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; FAMOUS&lt;/span&gt; and won so many award, for best porn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are really bitchy to each other, but like house bunny, and&lt;br /&gt;Lohan House they seems &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIKE FRIENDS!&lt;/span&gt; but i forgot &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT's TV!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing about how girls go into the Porn industry,&lt;br /&gt;is when something cruel happens to them during their childhood&lt;br /&gt;and this is what happened to Jenna Jameson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, she quit the Industry, and The best part is she said"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would never want my daughter to follow in my footsteps"!and now, she has to twin boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote a book about the life of a pornstar. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How to make love like a pornstar: A Cautionary Tale.And of course, i want to buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SdgnpkzF9ZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/wy8xRZm3CMw/s1600-h/Jameson_j-howtomakelovelike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SdgnpkzF9ZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/wy8xRZm3CMw/s320/Jameson_j-howtomakelovelike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321046554944337298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND NO, it doesnt teach you how to make love, it is a FREAKING AUTOBIORGAPHY!&lt;br /&gt;as, the title may mislead you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Guess what Singapore has banned the book!No suprise there, i guess, i just have to look for it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Inside scoop on her book.READ IT,DONT READ IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://antipornographyactivist.blogspot.com/2007/07/jenna-jamesons-twenty-five-good-reasons.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let the dudes know, that, it may look like the couples are very passionate in the porn videos, but they actually aren`t that passionate.Imagine yourself having sex with an ugly girl with all your friends watching!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHUH, That's what i thought!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-7967002215607293606?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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dont you think it is such a cool band name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;well, it is baiscally form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;by two girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;name ERIN and Roxanne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;wow-la it gives you Rin on the Rox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I have a feeling that they will become famous soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Their pipes (Voice) are sweet! and they were on Ellen Degeneres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eR0-c4VrM9U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;They are always singing in the bathroom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;what a place to be singing eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;but hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;We all do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SdFRDx6zhwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/CGCvuCrd3kk/s1600-h/fred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SdFRDx6zhwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/CGCvuCrd3kk/s320/fred.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319121760282707714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Next, we have FRED aka Lucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Fred is a 6year old kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Lucas is the actor and so very hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I was over at friends the first time i saw him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;and didn't think much about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;He appeared as a guest star on Icarly, (dont ask)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;and then i remember about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;He is hilarious! i have one of his videos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;it is just as funny as Charlie bit my Finger..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEqwKNNQBwc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-1037464105855757878?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SdFRD7m3HYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/uWI9XgCumEw/s72-c/rin+on+the+rox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-4389184346079322155</id><published>2009-03-25T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:46:00.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun And Moon= Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*Spoiler Alert!If you haven't read Eclipse, this would ruin the whole book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/ScqUctLWYlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/n1LkanFGD0A/s1600-h/IMG000234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/ScqUctLWYlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/n1LkanFGD0A/s320/IMG000234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317225530948739666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The twilight series is the awesome-ness eve, so im on the third book as you can see.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I was told that the book gets worst as by the series!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;but for me, it was the total opposite, i'm laughing at the stupid things Edward and Jacob does!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My grandma even thought i was talking to a friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Breaking Dawn is next and it has 700 pages, which i think i would be done by the end of April!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I dont know if you can see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/ScqUXjyNmDI/AAAAAAAAATw/tP76dCpUdug/s1600-h/IMG000237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/ScqUXjyNmDI/AAAAAAAAATw/tP76dCpUdug/s320/IMG000237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317225442528041010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;If you can't see it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It says: Will you kiss me,Jacob?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bella:"Kiss me,Jacob,Kiss me and then come back"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;There is another kissing Scene before this one.Where Jacob forces a kiss on Bella!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I was so pissed to find out that he kissed her, cause i ask my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;They all told me that they won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You can't imagine how upset i was, when they told me no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Then, to find out that they had a kissing scene, NOT ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But TWO! is OMG!I can't even explain the feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I can't wait till Eclipse comes out!Just skip new moon and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;film Eclipse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-4389184346079322155?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/4389184346079322155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=4389184346079322155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/4389184346079322155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/4389184346079322155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2009/03/sun-and-moon-eclipse.html' title='Sun And Moon= Eclipse'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/ScqUctLWYlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/n1LkanFGD0A/s72-c/IMG000234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-1613730301396864399</id><published>2009-03-19T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:39:46.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories from way back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SCENE 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Misha on Msn the other day..&lt;br /&gt;And she told me about how different hidayah is from her little group!&lt;br /&gt;which lead to other memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Sec 2, Hidayah and I were like walking home buddies!&lt;br /&gt;Yea, she is totally different from when she is with those 3 girls&lt;br /&gt;I remember one time, i almost got hit by a car, because i was to lazy to wait for&lt;br /&gt;the green man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there was a car coming and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;you know how impatience Singapore drivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are&lt;br /&gt;when your a slow walker and like the red man has come on&lt;br /&gt;and your still not across the street?&lt;br /&gt;Well, the little fucker honked at me&lt;br /&gt;because he was in a hurry to turn and i was blocking him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, She and i laughed it off..though i was still in embarrassment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;SCENE 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing i remember is Fahmy was my biggest enemy!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had any fights with guys since sec 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember he anti me and i anti him..&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are like friends,&lt;br /&gt;and when we talk,&lt;br /&gt;we talk normally and&lt;br /&gt;not every words is criticizing one another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;SCENE 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing i remember is!&lt;br /&gt;Misha big secret!totally kidding!&lt;br /&gt;The five of us, Shikin,Misha, ME, Song Chen and Eng Hock!&lt;br /&gt;it was fun, i dont how we ended up joining table but i knew,&lt;br /&gt;i was a very unlucky person that year!&lt;br /&gt;I always sat beside Kaylyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misha and Shikin were the only ones that i could talk too.&lt;br /&gt;And Ms Loong was a meanie!She won't let us switch places&lt;br /&gt;though, everyone did!&lt;br /&gt;Song chen was upset too, cause Eng Hock was like his PIC!&lt;br /&gt;and he sat all the way in front..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would always be asked by our teachers why is there a row&lt;br /&gt;at the back, and you could see that i was culprit! since i sat in the middle of the five!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Wang would always turn off the fan and lights&lt;br /&gt;and people would go turn it on!haha, and i would&lt;br /&gt;tell her i was sweating like a PIG, though&lt;br /&gt;i don't think PIG sweat at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SCENE 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE ONE THING,EVERYONE HAS TO REMEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was the chair prank!&lt;br /&gt;Song chen and friends decided to test it on me first!&lt;br /&gt;it didnt even look like it was broken, till you sat down!&lt;br /&gt;and omg, i was so embarassed but all i could do was laugh it off..&lt;br /&gt;The other people who were pranked were, Katlyn,BK and Amirah&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if there was anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,Amirah didnt take it in well and thus that chair was broken into&lt;br /&gt;two.So, it won't bring anymore tears!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Song Chen with the stupid Idea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it were all great memories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-1613730301396864399?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/1613730301396864399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=1613730301396864399' title='0 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm on the third twilight book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"Eclipse"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;New moon was awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Fell in love with Jacob..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;So, i wished that Bella would love Jacob then Edward!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dmUHhxL0dm0--&gt;Watch this tyra show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;It is so freaking hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;So, THIS IS TAYLOR LAUTNER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;EVERYONE SCREAM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/Sbgoy9sOrAI/AAAAAAAAATY/8xGJNJ6_zDI/s1600-h/taylor4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/Sbgoy9sOrAI/AAAAAAAAATY/8xGJNJ6_zDI/s320/taylor4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312040616502144002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Taylor Lautner has a killer smile that makes my heart meltz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;and along with that killer smile, is his freakishly hot body!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;He is way way hotter than Misha's ZAC EFRON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;But he has one thing in common with zac efron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;he got a girlfriend!Name : Sara Hicks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;or maybe they broke up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;There is a link below!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlqXJihbULE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I so wish to like talk to him, and ask him what he likes and everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;just have a day to spend with him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;he is so much hotter than the Jo Bros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The Jonas Brothers are outdated! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;That just my opinion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;If, i could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meet/date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Taylor Lautner for a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I would take him on a stroll down by the beach..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Romantic what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Workout together, ask him to show off his karate moves!*Aww, Faint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Then,beat him at guitar hero..haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Lastly, Go swimming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;What a joy it would really be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;But only a dream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A girl can dream, ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But, where is my Prince charming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When New Moon airs, he would show-up!Fosure!&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ps:Misha, zac efron is a fake.He is a clone of Chace Crawford!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can't wait for the New Moon Movie to come out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-116745335096749268?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/116745335096749268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=116745335096749268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/116745335096749268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/116745335096749268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight-hottie.html' title='The Twilight Hottie'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SbgozNdnDXI/AAAAAAAAATo/sXsTtLLjSJ0/s72-c/taylor+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-227872102428146790</id><published>2009-03-10T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:28:00.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter is Endiing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got to make this a quicky because i have to study for a history test &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have on thursday on freaking WAR WORLD 1..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My marks are like so awesome, not to brag or anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-have a freaking 90 in tech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-have a 74 in stupid civis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-79 in history which is really bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-and 88 in math, i could have gotten a 95 for it though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;aiya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winter is ending, thank the lord..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;means that i can wear shorts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going to Toronto for the March Break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today, Watched the guys try-out for basketball..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;They were so awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My running teacher thought maybe i was watching it because of the guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But, i was watching it because of my friend's bf..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and because i love basketball too!!&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/6189529263319981899-227872102428146790?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/227872102428146790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-4518679191716442839</id><published>2009-02-25T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:34:00.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW SKIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Omg, i took an hour and a half to do this blog skin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I got tired of looking at blog skins that people made..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought i tired my own..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;It was easier than i thought, because i actually did try to make my own.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, fail countless time..&lt;br /&gt;Finally i manage to get it!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow, we have WEST FEST!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means i'm off to Ottawa!..(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Winter is almost over, and dad is coming home soon..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means food from Singapore..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 MORE MONTHS LEFT Till i get on that plane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it is time to PARTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I Want to watch Slumdog Millionaire..They won 8 grammys i think!so must be a great movie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday, we had a buy-out, and i got to watch my very first hockey game "LIVE".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Teachers vs Graduating Students..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Students won. I left before the game end..And it was 13-5..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;LASTLY, Eminem Is back, love his new song "crack a bottle".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SaXIKCOs6pI/AAAAAAAAATQ/JFJpmIPr5Vk/s1600-h/IMG_3087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SaXIKCOs6pI/AAAAAAAAATQ/JFJpmIPr5Vk/s320/IMG_3087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306867810648779410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OUTDOOR SKATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-4518679191716442839?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SaXIKCOs6pI/AAAAAAAAATQ/JFJpmIPr5Vk/s72-c/IMG_3087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-5372484635546705024</id><published>2009-02-19T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:59:00.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOST RANDOMIEST POST!</title><content type='html'>Valentine's day was an ok day!&lt;br /&gt;spent my weekend at Harindar's, would have like to be in Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;get REALLY HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wear glasses..&lt;br /&gt;and i don't really know what to pick!&lt;br /&gt;i think i have decided on a yellow/brown, i look dumb in glasses!..argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been watching Passchendaele and Pearl Harbor!&lt;br /&gt;They are so sad, well, it is basically about war,&lt;br /&gt;so obviously it is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, like the guy in Pearl Harbor is a hottie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, It was PINK DAY today!&lt;br /&gt;so everyone had to wear pink..&lt;br /&gt;it is like racial harmony day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to dress in pink because, some kid got beat up for being himself!&lt;br /&gt;like what the crap!&lt;br /&gt;I miss wearing uniforms!&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make a karaoke lyrics for technology and im doing Africa, Stuck and Summertime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i got the volunteer at the hospital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish summer came quicker, but went by slowly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's a bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-5372484635546705024?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-4752519975466647230</id><published>2009-02-11T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:17:00.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You, the annoying person</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyway, there is something that is annoying me,someone who claims..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;that everyone is in love with her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Like seriously, get over yourself..nobody likes you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and please stop harassing my friends, i know, they are way smarter than you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; like your smart too, but it is your fault that you didn't get in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; stop dissing them, and go work hard!you can only blame yourself for your wrong doing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Being jealous wont lead you anywhere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Please stop the self-pity!nobody wants to listen to them.GOD! go tell it to someone who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; well, actually,nobody cares..and your right nobody can understand how you feel, nobody wants too!AND!you smell of weed and alcohol..I can smell it from far away.Being drunk and high won't even get you anywhere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Stop using people,by telling them you got no money, when you can buy your weed and alcohol, and telling them you would pay them back!including me!im not your resource centre.Im your friend, not your mother or your sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Soon, im not gonna talk to you, and neither are my friends..so you better change your attitude, cause when i do get mad, OHHH, girl, your in for it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lastly,Your pictures on facebook are fugly,nobody wants to see your fats, you should take them down,before someone reports you of showing to much skin!haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-4752519975466647230?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/4752519975466647230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=4752519975466647230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/4752519975466647230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/4752519975466647230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-annoying-person.html' title='You, the annoying person'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-1739339956006572001</id><published>2009-02-11T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:09:00.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabuloous Feb.NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SZNYRB23qAI/AAAAAAAAASE/xgqg-WzfpUM/s1600-h/castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 484px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SZNYRB23qAI/AAAAAAAAASE/xgqg-WzfpUM/s320/castle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301678235924801538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SZNYRKS1W1I/AAAAAAAAAR8/H-_zhyUBUUk/s1600-h/cupboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SZNYRKS1W1I/AAAAAAAAAR8/H-_zhyUBUUk/s320/cupboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301678238189574994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN DOING DAILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my castle is crap..really crappy..&lt;br /&gt;doesnt even look like a castle..it totally reminds me of rolie poli olie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cupboard is suppose to be an antique Chinese cupboard,&lt;br /&gt;but the length of it, it is just to wide, to be a cupboard..&lt;br /&gt;so im going to say it is a bed..&lt;br /&gt;im sure a bed is a furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next i have to make is a record player..and olden day record player..spend one hour to find the details to it!It is so tough to make..i dont know if i will be able to make it..&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can design it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-1739339956006572001?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/1739339956006572001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=1739339956006572001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/1739339956006572001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/1739339956006572001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2009/02/fabuloous-febnot.html' title='Fabuloous Feb.NOT!'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SZNYRB23qAI/AAAAAAAAASE/xgqg-WzfpUM/s72-c/castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-6701172944595215099</id><published>2009-02-03T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:41:00.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I suppose to be doing my history homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;but i'm have no mood after crying for like 15minutes on and off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I was busy watching Bull Fighting and I'm at the part where Mike He breaks off with Hebe Tian because he wants to help his father's company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Even though, he loves Hebe, he still agree to marry some other girl!OMG, and the way he like tells her he doesn't love her, is so heart-breaking and cruel..I think i cried even more than she did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I can't believe she didn't chase after him when he stopped hugging her..I wanted to scream at her..ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Anyway, Semester 2 is like one of the worst semesters i ever had!Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;First period, my class is on 3rd, when im sleepy i dont feel like climbing up the stairs and nicely to have math earlier in the morning.NOT MY CUP OF TEA!The most sad thing is i sit right in front of the teacher and i dont have any friend in that class.:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Period 2, worst worst most hated class..I have a crazy teacher and that not the worst part, this is..I sitted next to the door by myself, if you weren't in that class, you would have thought, i was a talkative girl who couldn't sit beside anyone.Like seriously,right and left and front no one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;only behind..sad right!I'm the only one!The class is full of snotty people, and i dont even know what is going on in that class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Period 3, i walk in and the teacher is like are you suppose to be in this class and im like yes.Then i notice my crush is in the same class with me..WOOOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Things i notice about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-He likes hockey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-somewhat talkative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-Bites his nail..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-bites on his pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-CUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;i know, my chance is here, lucky me,NOT!..i don't know, i kind of like that class, because my so-called friends are in that class..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Period 4, this Jake guy who added me on facebook sits next to me!We still haven't talked, i dont think he has a crush on me since he got a girlfriend, i guess it is a concidence.I got really frusated with the Sketchup software,we have to create a castle..A CASTLE I TELL YOU!..I sighed alot i think he got irrarated!I spent 75mins just creating my pond with a bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I might want to create a scary castle on the outside and like a heaven on the inside!It might take a long time, but it is worth it, im guessing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Got homework on the first day and i haven't not got any..ARGH!annoying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-6701172944595215099?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/6701172944595215099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-1753273290495710595</id><published>2009-02-01T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:27:00.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You say your a demon and an angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So, i got a text from sista dear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and i heard my motha(should i even call her that) is kicking my sista, out of the house because vanz doesn't want to listen to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;“Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them.”&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-this is a great quote to prove this situation.She never listens but she wants people to listen to her, wait, no,she force people to listen to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;There was a quote i heard about taming a lion that somehow relates to this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;or a donkey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I wish i was with my nessa.. not even a month there, and she is being kicked out again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;oh, my nessa, you are a strong girl.I'm glad i have a sister like ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Anyway, i feel that most of my entries are like really emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The world is such a sad place to live, but we gotta to see the bright side of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Reading to kill a mocking bird made me see the other side of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;You gotta to read the book to understand what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Anyway, to kill my sadness, i been watching Bull fighting, omg, it is interesting.. i didn't think it would be because the guy who acts in why why love, i thought it was boring, so i thought this drama was going to be boring..but i decided to give it a try since Hebe Tian is in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im going to do some matras and then continue my 3rd episode of Bull fighting.!CYA..&lt;br /&gt;School starts in 30 hours..):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-1753273290495710595?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-4598730053483624644</id><published>2009-01-27T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:51:00.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Time, Means More Me Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SO, finally examz are over..woot, woot!&lt;br /&gt;but im like so bored right now!&lt;br /&gt;doing nothing but, be emo.&lt;br /&gt;if i were in singapore,&lt;br /&gt;i would be hanging out with nessa&lt;br /&gt;ordering mac, and watching a scary movie.&lt;br /&gt;or hanging out with RYAN,BOB, ZAK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SO Boys over Flower KOREA!&lt;br /&gt;The first thought about this movie&lt;br /&gt;was UGLY DUDES&lt;br /&gt;but, then i watched the movie.&lt;br /&gt;since im a big fan of Meteor garden.&lt;br /&gt;The only dudes i find attractive is&lt;br /&gt;the two non-main actors.&lt;br /&gt;Xi-men and Mei Zou.&lt;br /&gt;The girl is cute though,&lt;br /&gt;but after watching it, I'm not at episode 4&lt;br /&gt;i find it hilarious but there are some embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;moments which i don't dare to watch,&lt;br /&gt;because it is just to embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SX9i3rTxYgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/RQVLZDK4_f8/s1600-h/BoysOverFlowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SX9i3rTxYgI/AAAAAAAAAR0/RQVLZDK4_f8/s320/BoysOverFlowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296060395468972546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna see this movie,&lt;br /&gt;i saw the first two ones, and loved it!&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was boring but it&lt;br /&gt;is like twilight.&lt;br /&gt;I watched this first that's how i ended up&lt;br /&gt;liking twilight too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SX9he1dlJvI/AAAAAAAAARk/tYCh0cNO650/s1600-h/Underworld_Rise_of_the_Lycans_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SX9he1dlJvI/AAAAAAAAARk/tYCh0cNO650/s320/Underworld_Rise_of_the_Lycans_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296058869186111218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;MSN with Nabilah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi^dididididi:P says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I'm Superman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(X)Fedoura says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Heidi^dididididi:P says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I lost my eye ball though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(X)Fedoura says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Heidi^dididididi:P says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;OH my god i heard about your dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(X)Fedoura says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i dont have any dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Heidi^dididididi:P says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;pickle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(X)Fedoura says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;hm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Heidi^dididididi:P says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;My goldfish just died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(X)Fedoura says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;aaww so sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Heidi^dididididi:P says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Did you just lie to me!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(X)Fedoura says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;no i didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Heidi^dididididi:P says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;How could you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(X)Fedoura says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;yeah right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Heidi^dididididi:P says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I hate you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X)Fedoura says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi^dididididi:P says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I cannot believe this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X)Fedoura says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i cant believe this either&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi^dididididi:P says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;He said what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X)Fedoura says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi^dididididi:P says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Do you like baby meat?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X)Fedoura says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi^dididididi:P says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Woah, did you just hear that thunder?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X)Fedoura says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;there's no thunder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi^dididididi:P says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Do you like ponies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(X)Fedoura says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi^dididididi:P says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Remember last night when we did that !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X)Fedoura says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;did what?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi^dididididi:P says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;hahah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi^dididididi:P says:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;this was funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as, you can see i played a trick on nabilah&lt;br /&gt;she thought it was DARCY!&lt;br /&gt;it was funny, at first i thought she wouldn't reply after&lt;br /&gt;the second message but she did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next person targeted is Misha!&lt;br /&gt;and some other people!&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm going to watch some show and be BORED!&lt;br /&gt;do some laundry or clean the Kitchen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-4598730053483624644?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/4598730053483624644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=4598730053483624644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/4598730053483624644'/><link rel='self' 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and lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I was reading my old posts!&lt;br /&gt;i don't have much, but i like reading them because&lt;br /&gt;they remind me of how childish i was, i still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyways, I was reading a post about a crush i had at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;my work place, and god that was a huge disaster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I realize I'm really bad at lying, have been for the longest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;time.No wonder that Jun Long doesn't believe a word i say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posts also had loads of typos and missing words.&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassing man!&lt;br /&gt;i did some correction on them,&lt;br /&gt;so that i would understand myself&lt;br /&gt;in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So, as i was saying, i'm really bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;at keeping my secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and the people at my work places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;whom i thought were trustworthy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;turn out to be frauds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All back stabbed me,&lt;br /&gt;well, i learn my lesson and that&lt;br /&gt;i can't trust people who gossip.but, i trust&lt;br /&gt;like people i have been with a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The back stabbing still went on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;even when i left, that is how bad the gossip is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Like, the only person i could trust in the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;was my ex-crush and Marco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending to the crush story, the future us,&lt;br /&gt;he and i have turn into good friends&lt;br /&gt;still really mischievous towards each other.&lt;br /&gt;We still fight like siblings.&lt;br /&gt;We comfort each other in situation&lt;br /&gt;and I miss bullying him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Marco on the hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i don't know where he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Another cool friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;whom i treasure, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i think he and i would lost contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i learnt my lesson,&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i won't make that mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;but there is a dude in school whom i like,&lt;br /&gt;and i told Harindar only.&lt;br /&gt;Now, like 8 girls know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Morgan was going to tell him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;but i told no, she might say something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;that i might not ever want to say hi to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;YES, i haven't talked to this guy before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he is really cute, and seem really nice.&lt;br /&gt;But, i want to try and talk to him soon.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, he is not done with whatever&lt;br /&gt;he is doing at the Legion,&lt;br /&gt;give me a chance to say something to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I made end up wasting the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But, at least, let me admire from far!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;that would be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-7019727378419083421?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/7019727378419083421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=7019727378419083421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/7019727378419083421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/7019727378419083421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2009/01/errorsmistakes-and-lies.html' title='Errors,mistakes and lies'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-8861111366326281862</id><published>2009-01-25T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:52:59.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone fears it! Dreadful Examz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;So, i have a science exam this Monday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Freaking out, because, i haven't really studied for it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The weather part is just plain dumb, because i dont think it helps me in life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I wish he didn't add that to the exam and just made us do a whole project on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So i have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Physic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;And guess what i only start reviewing bio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physic is dumb, never taking that ever ever again!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;and chem is ok..but weather, i see no point in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm back from my science..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;the paper was easy..but, like since i decided that i wasn't going to study&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i did really badly!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;There were questions that i thought weren'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;t going to come out but they did!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Idiot!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the great part is done with physic forever, i think.PHEW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Tomorrow,is english!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and semester 2 starts in a week!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;HAPPY MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;MY very messy room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;due to studying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SX32h8HYn_I/AAAAAAAAARM/wRQ_vRyv6Qk/s1600-h/IMG000126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SX32h8HYn_I/AAAAAAAAARM/wRQ_vRyv6Qk/s320/IMG000126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295659799790788594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SX32g62fgaI/AAAAAAAAARE/nGN4EEzlpy8/s1600-h/IMG000125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SX32g62fgaI/AAAAAAAAARE/nGN4EEzlpy8/s320/IMG000125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295659782271631778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;LASTLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;2 &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ALL MY CHINESE PALS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-8861111366326281862?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/8861111366326281862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=8861111366326281862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/8861111366326281862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/8861111366326281862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2009/01/everyone-fears-it-dreadful-examz.html' title='Everyone fears it! Dreadful Examz'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SX32h8HYn_I/AAAAAAAAARM/wRQ_vRyv6Qk/s72-c/IMG000126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-195839216036458113</id><published>2009-01-22T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:35:53.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one and only Vanz!AKA NESSA POO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE FATTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was trying to look for&lt;br /&gt;a really funny picture of you.&lt;br /&gt;This is the only one i thought was funny..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SXkTsFgkcoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vffdItQnOpE/s1600-h/IMG_0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SXkTsFgkcoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vffdItQnOpE/s320/IMG_0811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294284485064684162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The picture i was trying to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while we were walking to&lt;br /&gt;the spaghetti factory!&lt;br /&gt;EPIC FAILURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SXkS5h32gKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/MKdeyScGfxw/s1600-h/IMG_3235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SXkS5h32gKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/MKdeyScGfxw/s320/IMG_3235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294283616505200802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OH NESSA POO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm trying to study for stupid Family Studies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but all i can think about is your not coming back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your not going to come back tonight, nor tomorrow, or next week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've already done all the laundry to keep my mind busy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but, it was done within 5minutes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I MISS YOU DEARLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i didn't cry at the airport!&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why..&lt;br /&gt;i had a long chat with IAN!&lt;br /&gt;but then when it was time for bed!&lt;br /&gt;I cried my eyes out!&lt;br /&gt;I even took your pillow for comfort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You know how smelly you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but the pillow didn't even smell of anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There is my tears left on it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what darcy said..&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to put a funny picture on your pillow&lt;br /&gt;but we couldn't find your PROM Picture!&lt;br /&gt;You know, if people mention about you..&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad, and then i get teary!&lt;br /&gt;it feels like im not going seee you again..&lt;br /&gt;but it is only 5months till we meet!&lt;br /&gt;it feels like you passed away..HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NESSA, what am i going to do without you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the house is so peaceful without you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;there is no bullying of you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;who am i going tell my stories and gossip to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if you are not here!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember to come pick me up at the airport&lt;br /&gt;when i come back from Canada..&lt;br /&gt;Bring all your friends too if you want!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have fun in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;and dont forget I love you SO very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember to find clubs to take me too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember to look after my dogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great 19th birthday in june..!&lt;br /&gt;*Tears*&lt;br /&gt;The house feels empty without you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-195839216036458113?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/195839216036458113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=195839216036458113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/195839216036458113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/195839216036458113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-sister.html' title='The one and only Vanz!AKA NESSA POO'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SXkTsFgkcoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vffdItQnOpE/s72-c/IMG_0811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-5492122044737199841</id><published>2009-01-08T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:34:59.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Exams are coming in less than 2 weeks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;which means new courses next semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;and new people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I can't wait, for exams to be over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I hope i passed with an 80+ average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I'm assuming I'm doing so well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;in all my courses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;There is a new dude that i like now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;He is awesomely cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;He works near my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm so tempted to go up and say hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I got so many people opinion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;on how i should start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;They all good but i don't have the courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;can you believe the talkative Heidi is afraid!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Morgan, said she will go with me and talk with him.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;She told me to go up and just say hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;But, i feel like i'm going to end up looking like a fool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;That's why i pray that i will have him in my class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;next semester!He is in tech but i have it next semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;How unlucky I'm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i feel i'm getting more unluckier each year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;No one wants to hire me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I hope i really get the tuition Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;and the babysitting Job..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Please,Please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I want to make more friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;and get out of the house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;PLEASE MAKE THIS WISH COME TRUE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PIPER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SWgkrwqZQ2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/dJpXCgQe_As/s1600-h/piper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SWgkrwqZQ2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/dJpXCgQe_As/s320/piper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289518096562340706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Another thing is that i walked this really awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;dog named Piper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;He is hyper and just like my dear Taffy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;He loves the snow,i took him for a walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;but instead we just played in the snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;He would put his face into the snow and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i would disturb him and he attack me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;At one point, he took my mitts and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;won't give it back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;So, when we got back to the Kennel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;He dropped it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;hahah, what i cool Dog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;i want to adopt it,but i'm not allowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off to beddy..&lt;br /&gt;Nitex&lt;br /&gt;and it is -21 last night!!&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/6189529263319981899-5492122044737199841?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/5492122044737199841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=5492122044737199841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/5492122044737199841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/5492122044737199841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-day.html' title='what a day!'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SWgkrwqZQ2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/dJpXCgQe_As/s72-c/piper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-6560437571629487017</id><published>2009-01-04T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:09:00.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets of the past,but life goes on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;First post of the New year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;School starts in less than a day and how i dread it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;To see the couples kissing,to see happy friends hugging each other and welcoming the new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Then, you have me, rushing in to get to first period, with my new hair, wet/dry( i haven't decided yet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Trying to open my locker, and Harindar comes out smiling at me, and saying Happy New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I think of all my friends back in Singapore, having a great time at school, either making new friends or laughing about what is gonna happen in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The regrets i have, is that,I'm gonna miss Canberra's Sports and Art Fest.Never will ever get to attend it again.The year i would have got to go, my mother made me stay and help her.I should have defy her, and go to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Another thing, i would regret is moving to Canada andd having to miss the growing years of friends in Singapore.The Laughter, the break-ups, the excitement,the Sadness and lastly the gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But, the biggest regret is not being able to walk home and go to school with Vanessa.I remember being in primary 1, she wasn't really around, though, we were in the same school.Then she moved to Sembawang Primary , and then i moved to Sembawang Primary when i was in Primary 4.One year, to go home with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Then she graduated and went to Yishuntown.When, i graduated from Sembawang Primary she went to CIS, and so i decided Canberra Sec, if not Yishuntown would have been the choice.I moved to CIS, two years later, i thought, maybe i would be in the same school with her.How I was wrong, then i went to high school, a year later, but, never got to go to school with her since she had Co-op.She left for Canada later that year, leaving me in the school for 3months.We got to go to school together in Canada.I only realized how much i needed her, and how she was my best friend.That 6 months, we were tight, i would never forget it, and it would be the last time, i would ever get to walk with her to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;She has graduated and is moving back to Singapore, for a year.Leaving me in the pot-head country.Which i absolutely despise, deep down in my heart.No one can ever know how i feel till they actually, live the way i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;How the world can be very unfair.But, everything is just unfair.I was at volunteer and the dogs there were crying, like i was so upset, i wanted to cry, having no love, and being tortured.I would like to love them all and take them home with me but i can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I go to the humane society to volunteer.They should have one in Singapore. This means that that they don't put the dogs to sleep even though, there is no space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mary,&lt;br /&gt;she is such a cutie,really hyper.&lt;br /&gt;she so strong, that i need to hands and&lt;br /&gt;body weight to stop her from running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SWBakYlEfAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/1Z7tdb-buiY/s1600-h/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SWBakYlEfAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/1Z7tdb-buiY/s320/mary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287325543652686850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know these puppies really well.&lt;br /&gt;but, they look cute to me&lt;br /&gt;but, i can't walk them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SWBakKtiuzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/AnCBmszi8v0/s1600-h/RMpup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SWBakKtiuzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/AnCBmszi8v0/s320/RMpup2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287325539930127154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These puppies were actually 9.&lt;br /&gt;But, after new years when i went back,&lt;br /&gt;they was only 4 left.&lt;br /&gt;i bet, they would be gone, when i go back&lt;br /&gt;next week.&lt;br /&gt;They are really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SWBaj0--7hI/AAAAAAAAAQA/f5wJpZXOF1o/s1600-h/RApups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SWBaj0--7hI/AAAAAAAAAQA/f5wJpZXOF1o/s320/RApups.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287325534097698322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masset, She really hyper, haven't got a chance&lt;br /&gt;to walk her, cause i'm afraid of her.&lt;br /&gt;She is really intimidating and&lt;br /&gt;so i don't know whether, she is just like that or&lt;br /&gt;puts on a show of being fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SWBahoJP-AI/AAAAAAAAAP4/OVbGl9LJ92o/s1600-h/masset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SWBahoJP-AI/AAAAAAAAAP4/OVbGl9LJ92o/s320/masset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287325496291358722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I realized that, the world should stop letting pet-animals breed,because there are so many out there who wants our love and need us.I haven't been back to the Humane Society for 2 weeks and when i was back there, there were like maybe 9 new dogs there.So many animals, but there are more humans, so why don't consider adopting one.All dogs are cute no matter how old they are.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-6560437571629487017?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/6560437571629487017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=6560437571629487017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/6560437571629487017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/6560437571629487017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2009/01/regrets-of-pastbut-life-goes-on.html' title='Regrets of the past,but life goes on.'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SWBakYlEfAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/1Z7tdb-buiY/s72-c/mary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-184947791354844430</id><published>2008-12-31T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:03:00.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My resolutions for 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I have a whole list of Resolutions for 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I'm gonna miss 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;The year when i turn 16,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;i want to stay 16 forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;What a perfect age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;But life goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;So, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-Firstly, to get an honor roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-Get a Job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-Find Prince Charming..(HAHa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-Have the best summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-Keep my clean record among friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-Remember to not gossip about people to any friends(Canada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-Get out of the shy-zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-Get abs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-Figure out what i want to do in College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-Make Emma Shut her mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-Make this year go slower..(HAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-Get along with people no matter how weird and mean they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I think that is about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Tonight, i m gonna go to a party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;and i hope it would be a great one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-184947791354844430?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/184947791354844430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-5677425597580176925</id><published>2008-12-30T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:00:00.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2009 is gonna be here in 30 hours time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm not even ready for 2009..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what am i going to expect in 2009?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every year, i hope for a better year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but, each year it doesn't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last year, i hoped for a better year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and it didn't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2006-i wished for a better year, but, my two beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;friends passed away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2007-i wished for a better year, instead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my parents fought and didn't have Christmas with dad and Nessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2008-i wished for a better year, but,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i missed out on the break-up, Chalet,the collecting of results.Had to move to Canada, and jobless for a year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2009-I really really hope this would be the year, i would just want to stay in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;just like the year of 2005 and half of 2006!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just to let everyone know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i got a hair cut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SVreVvAOP9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/utxzn0oLKY0/s1600-h/IMG000057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SVreVvAOP9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/utxzn0oLKY0/s320/IMG000057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285781577648717778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SVrel6t13wI/AAAAAAAAAPw/q5sQkG1hzWs/s1600-h/IMG000058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SVrel6t13wI/AAAAAAAAAPw/q5sQkG1hzWs/s320/IMG000058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285781855670755074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im not very fond of this hairstyle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;because,i look older..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i took like an hour to straighten/comb/mess my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;because we were gonna go see Aunt Jane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The fridge is the killer.The lady didn't even cut it properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it looked ridiculous and so Vanessa helped me to recut it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since it is New years In Singapore in less than 2 hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wanna wish a very special friend MISHA, HAPPY 16 BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and Everyone Happy New YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Too bad I'm not gonna be your very exciting, awesomeness, stripping and drinking birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-5677425597580176925?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/5677425597580176925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=5677425597580176925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/5677425597580176925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/5677425597580176925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcoming-new-year.html' title='Welcoming the New Year'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SVreVvAOP9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/utxzn0oLKY0/s72-c/IMG000057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-7617778714332921294</id><published>2008-12-27T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:29:44.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoou Asshole!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This situation happened 2 weeks back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Emma, Taylor and I were having lunch together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;That week, we had an important science test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So, we decided to go to the science room to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;extra help from Mr Lenters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;But, he wasn't doing his job in helping us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;so, we were just standing around talking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Emma asked me to write her name in Mandarin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;which Obversely  i don't know how to write it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Since, my mandarin is not that awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;So, i told her, that i couldn't write it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;and she like how can you not know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;how to write your friends name..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;i was trying to explain it to her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;that we weren't taught to write friend's name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;and were taught other things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Luckily, my other friend was understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;She tried to help em explain it to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;but, the bitch still didn't get it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Like omg, SHUT UP..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I was so offended already,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;i was so pissed off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Emma looked at my friend and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;was like "how can you not know how to write your friends name"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;if she hasnt realised it im not that smart in mandarin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;and she should have know that she is not that smart herself..BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;So, I'm really pissed off with her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm in science with her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;and she thinks she really cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;She keep on arguing with the teacher when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;he was explaining stuff to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;She thinks she is right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;and even tries to correct him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i was in the mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;TO TAKE MY PENCIL OR KNIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;(if i could find one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;and stab her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;She such an idiot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;but then i couldn't do it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;because i would be sent to jail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The other thing i wanted to tell her was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;if you think your so smart, then why don't you go up there and teach us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;but, i'm coward and so i couldn't do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I told myself, the year i'm graduation for CDCI WEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Is the day,all this bitches get a piece of HEIDI MCDOWELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;They better stop being assholes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-7617778714332921294?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/7617778714332921294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=7617778714332921294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SU2urXolMGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/u3OFLF2T6XE/s1600-h/party5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SU2urXolMGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/u3OFLF2T6XE/s320/party5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282069998077292642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SU2ureL2yrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/58fLNgxh7Zk/s1600-h/party+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SU2ureL2yrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/58fLNgxh7Zk/s320/party+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282069999835859634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SU2uqxdrmZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/eAj0SLuWE14/s1600-h/party3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SU2uqxdrmZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/eAj0SLuWE14/s320/party3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282069987831028114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SU2uqwNsduI/AAAAAAAAAO4/GJEZ9s5XW3A/s1600-h/party+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SU2uqwNsduI/AAAAAAAAAO4/GJEZ9s5XW3A/s320/party+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282069987495540450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SU2uqR1Ed3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/sQjlLJmi46Q/s1600-h/party+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SU2uqR1Ed3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/sQjlLJmi46Q/s320/party+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282069979339192178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more pictures..&lt;br /&gt;just not in the blogging mood..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-4304733887720375120?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/4304733887720375120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=4304733887720375120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/4304733887720375120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/4304733887720375120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/12/party.html' title='The Party'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SU2urXolMGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/u3OFLF2T6XE/s72-c/party5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-8825188981575637712</id><published>2008-12-19T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:05:28.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start Of the Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It started snowing at 11 and it hasnt stopped..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;it is suppose to be the worst snow storm, Cobourg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;has had for the last 2 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I wonder when it is gonna stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It is like a blizzard..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i didnt know it would be like that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And, there was no school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I was in the shower, when the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;said"All Bus are cancelled"!come out of the shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;told my dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And he told me, why dont you go to school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;and check it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;im like, im not walking out there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;and went to my room, hoping to fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;but couldn't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Then, i tried again later, and i did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;slept till twelve.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anyway, i have holiday homework..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Thanks school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;-I have to finish to kill a mockingbird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;-Finish 13 journals for to kill a mockingbird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;-do four P.E Journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;-Finish Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tonight, i'm gonna go to a Christmas party..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lastly, Happy 14th Birthday to Darcy, the baby brother of mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-8825188981575637712?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/8825188981575637712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=8825188981575637712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/8825188981575637712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/8825188981575637712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/12/start-of-holidays.html' title='The Start Of the Holidays'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-1996611206253605334</id><published>2008-12-17T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:54:10.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only dreams were reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm gonna sound like a stupid crazy fan/Stalker of this two dudes.&lt;br /&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I am in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;Literally,I think about them all the time when i'm bored..&lt;br /&gt;now, i really sound stalk-ish&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Taiwan and hopefully, get to see them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyway, this two dudes are &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Vaness Wu and Vic Zhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thought they were hot in my younger days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;They are still &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;EVEN HOTTER&lt;/span&gt; minus the long hair for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Vaness Wu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Vic Zhou&lt;/span&gt; tho, is still cute with or without..that's my liking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like i didn't know &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Vaness&lt;/span&gt; has like the sexiest abs i have ever see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;One word to describe it WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But, i'm assuming his pictures was taken a year ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUlnPOwqvHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Df_3ois8Yjw/s1600-h/vanness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUlnPOwqvHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Df_3ois8Yjw/s320/vanness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280865549426539634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUlnPE7u8CI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/58eImItM0wQ/s1600-h/vaness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUlnPE7u8CI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/58eImItM0wQ/s320/vaness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280865546788597794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't even know he had a piercing for his belly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But still he still look se-xy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Vic,&lt;/span&gt; does he remind you of someone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone called &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;EDWARD CULLEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He looks so pale here..&lt;br /&gt;so,ya he reminds me of Edward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;but still cute and hot as ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUlnPEwTMMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/b_buzqbQ0hc/s1600-h/vic+zhou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUlnPEwTMMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/b_buzqbQ0hc/s320/vic+zhou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280865546740641986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess this is the latest picture of them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is like their new album picture..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUlnPWbwxRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6vzd_V0mt7s/s1600-h/f4album.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUlnPWbwxRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6vzd_V0mt7s/s320/f4album.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280865551486338322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im going to stop here..&lt;br /&gt;i have to go study for my stupid science test..&lt;br /&gt;I'm going skating tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;all worth the hard work..&lt;br /&gt;i need to pass this test, to boost my mark up..&lt;br /&gt;ok, I'm going to stop ranting on about crap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;LASTLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Luck friends with collecting your results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would love to be there when you guys get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;but, sadly, i have school and not in Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-1996611206253605334?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/1996611206253605334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=1996611206253605334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/1996611206253605334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/1996611206253605334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-only-dreams-were-reality.html' title='If only dreams were reality'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUlnPOwqvHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Df_3ois8Yjw/s72-c/vanness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-6723418484632216557</id><published>2008-12-14T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:46:40.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 more days to christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm sure everyone has heard of the 12 days of Christmas song.&lt;br /&gt;Well, my English teacher found a really cool&lt;br /&gt;version and showed it to the class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Fe11OlMiz8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Fe11OlMiz8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;There is also another one called the Lions sleep&lt;br /&gt;tonight..it is really good too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week to 3 weeks of holidays!&lt;br /&gt;well, i won't count it as a holidays&lt;br /&gt;since i still have to read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KILL A MOCKING BIRD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/41tgOaFXTWU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/41tgOaFXTWU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Actually i find the book, quite interesting, just that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the way the character speaks in the book,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;it is so hard to understand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This is a phrase from the book by one of the Ewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Report and damned to ye!Ain't no Snot-nosed slut of a schoolteacher ever born c'n make me do nothin'! You ain't making me go nowhere,missus.You just remember that, you ain't makin' me go now her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So the book, is really racist, it talks about&lt;br /&gt;how racist America was back in the time.&lt;br /&gt;They still are in some places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tom Robinson Trial was said to be&lt;br /&gt;the most racist trial ever.&lt;br /&gt;Since, there wasn't any American-black jury.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't fair to the blacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;People would believe a white person word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;over a black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just because,of skin color. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mean or what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And this guy,Atticus, white man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Was his lawyer and so the whole town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;was against him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But, the reason why he took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tom Robinson Trial was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;because he knew he would not be able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;to leave with himself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;if he let an innocent man die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So, im off to a christmas party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;this week at Oliva..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and im excited for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to tell me their N' level result&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but, at the same time i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a science test that very day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lucky oh me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;One really bad news,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;GRANNY IS BACK AT THE END OF THE MONTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;AHHHHH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Im going to die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh, im gonna take some pictures of the decoration around town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and the puppies at the Humane Shelter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Random Moments of Nessa POO..AND ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUb5zbb_lwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2by2TMexgSs/s1600-h/IMG000033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUb5zbb_lwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2by2TMexgSs/s320/IMG000033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280182275072300802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUb5zaVg2bI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QK689zUGZ18/s1600-h/IMG000029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUb5zaVg2bI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QK689zUGZ18/s320/IMG000029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280182274776684978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUb5zAGv9EI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4LRuFg1ETUc/s1600-h/IMG000023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUb5zAGv9EI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4LRuFg1ETUc/s320/IMG000023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280182267735438402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUb5zOl11UI/AAAAAAAAANw/erTOqHhztCY/s1600-h/IMG000022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUb5zOl11UI/AAAAAAAAANw/erTOqHhztCY/s320/IMG000022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280182271623943490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUb5ytFCHxI/AAAAAAAAANo/j_ZtlLDb3J4/s1600-h/IMG000021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUb5ytFCHxI/AAAAAAAAANo/j_ZtlLDb3J4/s320/IMG000021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280182262627966738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootles:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-6723418484632216557?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/6723418484632216557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=6723418484632216557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/6723418484632216557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/6723418484632216557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/12/11-more-days-to-christmas.html' title='11 more days to christmas!'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUb5zbb_lwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2by2TMexgSs/s72-c/IMG000033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-9101923842661276791</id><published>2008-12-10T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:18:45.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonders of the world</title><content type='html'>The Dream.&lt;br /&gt;it is so wonderful sang by Tiffany Alvord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really what to say.&lt;br /&gt;just that I'm just writing for the&lt;br /&gt;sake of writing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that i actually like&lt;br /&gt;really loud and screaming songs&lt;br /&gt;on Friday night, in the car,&lt;br /&gt;Cree had her loud music on,&lt;br /&gt;and i love them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUBqCG8HI6I/AAAAAAAAALc/Kz1FLfIcn3U/s1600-h/jon+and+kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 446px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUBqCG8HI6I/AAAAAAAAALc/Kz1FLfIcn3U/s320/jon+and+kate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278335347733242786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this show called &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show is so awesome&lt;br /&gt;They have like 8 kids..&lt;br /&gt;1 pair of  twins and 1 pair of sextuplets&lt;br /&gt;So, the twins are Maddie and Cara&lt;br /&gt;the rest is Collin,Adaden,Hannah,Leah, Alexis and Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy isn't it..&lt;br /&gt;So,Maddie is like the bossy,drama queen, stubborn and&lt;br /&gt;talkative&lt;br /&gt;Cara is quiet and soft-hearted&lt;br /&gt;Twins but both opposite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know about the rest because they are still too young&lt;br /&gt;to know what their personality are like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-9101923842661276791?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/9101923842661276791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=9101923842661276791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/9101923842661276791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/9101923842661276791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/10/wonders-of-world.html' title='The wonders of the world'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SUBqCG8HI6I/AAAAAAAAALc/Kz1FLfIcn3U/s72-c/jon+and+kate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-6329554470007392451</id><published>2008-11-29T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:35:00.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight and Sleepover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274194391749197858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/STGz2vyRgCI/AAAAAAAAALE/qHJ5OTw8GqA/s320/twilight1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OMG,&lt;br /&gt;I advise people who want to watch the movie..&lt;br /&gt;Don't read the book first, or finish reading it.&lt;br /&gt;Because there is so many scene in the book&lt;br /&gt;that is not in the movie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i can seriously relate to the book,&lt;br /&gt;but the movie i can't,they left so many scenes out..&lt;br /&gt;They didn't even have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the movie..&lt;br /&gt;like what the freak..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to have the parts where the guys asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out, the only person shown was &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AHHH!!so, i was like im hating this movie,&lt;br /&gt;since i just read the first 214 of the book..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still reading the book when&lt;br /&gt;we were in the cinema..&lt;br /&gt;Then, after, it got to the part where i haven't&lt;br /&gt;read the book, i just loved it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can like watch the movie again..&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait till the second movie comes out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After,the movie, Taylor and i slept at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Harinder's place,&lt;br /&gt;and today, harinder and i&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole afternoon watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parental Control!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was funny, and im home&lt;br /&gt;now typing about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twilight..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taylor thought that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Emily Browning&lt;/span&gt; should play &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bella..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A series of Unfornate Events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Emily Browning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/STGz3vg6cWI/AAAAAAAAALU/FfVWrSoZmLI/s1600-h/EmilyBrowning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274194408856252770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/STGz3vg6cWI/AAAAAAAAALU/FfVWrSoZmLI/s320/EmilyBrowning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Hunk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know if he makes out with Bella..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taylor won't tell cause i told her not to ruin it for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i want to know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This dude plays Jacob Black..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what He is 16..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can you believe it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't!i thought he was freaking 18..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but no..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274194385407616402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/STGz2YKUpZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/cmHVcmryS2E/s320/JACOB-BLACK-twilight-series-874479_400_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is him in Twilight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274194402796804594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/STGz3Y8OmfI/AAAAAAAAALM/zSPcgIN1Waw/s320/jacob-black-twilight-series-1293488-478-269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Still a hottie, but i prefer the short hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, im hoping to finish &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twilight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and start &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;New Moon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is going to be exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-6329554470007392451?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/6329554470007392451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=6329554470007392451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/6329554470007392451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/6329554470007392451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-and-sleepover.html' title='Twilight and Sleepover'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/STGz2vyRgCI/AAAAAAAAALE/qHJ5OTw8GqA/s72-c/twilight1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-1496531776430539864</id><published>2008-11-26T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:29:00.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Rocks the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; is out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woot,Woot,Woot..&lt;br /&gt;but, i haven't read the book..&lt;br /&gt;some people says it is good&lt;br /&gt;some people says it is bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people say dont read the book before watching..&lt;br /&gt;because they leave alot of scenes out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LIKE WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;to finish the book because&lt;br /&gt;im watching the movie on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, my love life has stopped..&lt;br /&gt;it hasnt gone anyway,&lt;br /&gt;wont be for a long time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't found a job yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Norththumberland Humuan society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;has called me, and im going next Tuesday to volunteer&lt;br /&gt;and take care of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ANIMALS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i really hope to meet new people..&lt;br /&gt;it would be really great..&lt;br /&gt;if i don't, i will just volunteer at the hospital..&lt;br /&gt;which i can just do next year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in families,we are going to start&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;SEWING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bean babies..&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait..&lt;br /&gt;i have turn into a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Old granny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; part-time housewife..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need my apron and that hairdo..&lt;br /&gt;and i would pull it off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are my knitting pictures..&lt;br /&gt;I will have to take a picture of&lt;br /&gt;the whole blanket&lt;br /&gt;which is still being put together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished watching&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Hana yori Dango..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is like not what i expect it would be..&lt;br /&gt;i think i might watch the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;chinese verison..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but like&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Rui aka Vic Zhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is like damn not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;hot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;last time, he was when i was watching it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4 years ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he has grown..&lt;br /&gt;so now, i think he is not hot..&lt;br /&gt;which bothers me alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;This one is the lastest one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;im doing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;it is almost done..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SS28pR-6tLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YFW6cY-eybk/s1600-h/IMG_3057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SS28pR-6tLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YFW6cY-eybk/s320/IMG_3057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273078156108674226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;My Fourth square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SS28pKV5bKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tOD616AvU-I/s1600-h/IMG_3055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SS28pKV5bKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tOD616AvU-I/s320/IMG_3055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273078154057575586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SS28o1rNsAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/j9FBM6fiS5Y/s1600-h/IMG_3045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SS28o1rNsAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/j9FBM6fiS5Y/s320/IMG_3045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273078148509839362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was suppose to be all pink and white..&lt;br /&gt;but i ran out of wool..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SS28oqrkhPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ScLc9OuYjAY/s1600-h/IMG_3044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SS28oqrkhPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ScLc9OuYjAY/s320/IMG_3044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273078145558545650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-1496531776430539864?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/1496531776430539864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=1496531776430539864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/1496531776430539864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/1496531776430539864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-rocks-week.html' title='Twilight Rocks the week'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SS28pR-6tLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YFW6cY-eybk/s72-c/IMG_3057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-9031922271124349212</id><published>2008-11-20T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:28:01.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A white Snow drop.</title><content type='html'>It was a blizzard outside yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;was studying for science..&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited..&lt;br /&gt;waiting for Ian to get his butt&lt;br /&gt;to Cobourg next week&lt;br /&gt;so, i can have a snow ball fight with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it is ice-skating time..&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how it is like ice-skating outdoors..&lt;br /&gt;i will take pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from an hour workout..&lt;br /&gt;wow!I'm going to have pipes man!&lt;br /&gt;and Abs...haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,my knitting is going so well..&lt;br /&gt;you should see my 1st one and 2nd one&lt;br /&gt;they are so different..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta take pictures..&lt;br /&gt;we are making blankets for the homeless..&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make socks/scarf/ for daddy next Christmas..&lt;br /&gt;that would be cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for this years chirstmas..&lt;br /&gt;as, we got a present for daddy,&lt;br /&gt;that i think he is gonna be really happy,&lt;br /&gt;and might be one of his greatest Christmas ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will post pictures next time, if i have the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-9031922271124349212?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/9031922271124349212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=9031922271124349212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/9031922271124349212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/9031922271124349212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/11/white-snow-drop.html' title='A white Snow drop.'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-6936453566546569688</id><published>2008-11-19T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:00:01.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dreamt of a story like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SSNUYxqYvJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/q_l8JfQ6Mx8/s1600-h/dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SSNUYxqYvJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/q_l8JfQ6Mx8/s320/dream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270148773578325138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stand from far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wondering who you really are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When will our path cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But i guess that is the cost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for being a new kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will i ever be able to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Want to hang out?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sit and day-dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the day you will notice me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dream about the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we would have lunch together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dream of a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we would talk for hours on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dream of you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walking down the halls together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dream of being yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and you being mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just dream of talking to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so, i know,you know i exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It isn't hard to uncover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm surrounded by Lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It drives me nuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and this cause a lot of cuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, patient is the word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because i'm like a  young bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still learning how to survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When my day comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i will know he's the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can only dream of a story like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-6936453566546569688?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/6936453566546569688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=6936453566546569688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/6936453566546569688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/6936453566546569688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dreamt-of-story-like-this.html' title='I dreamt of a story like this'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SSNUYxqYvJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/q_l8JfQ6Mx8/s72-c/dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-647367734794759951</id><published>2008-11-18T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:34:00.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow,Let It Snow,Let it SNOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SSNRAGGZpJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bBrh6_ZufnE/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SSNRAGGZpJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bBrh6_ZufnE/s320/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270145051032921234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK..&lt;br /&gt;It snowed today..&lt;br /&gt;Which is awesome&lt;br /&gt;but it was all gone when school was over..&lt;br /&gt;it snowed while i was in Science and i&lt;br /&gt;couldn't wait to get out of class to go jump in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have like put in my resume at 7 places&lt;br /&gt;i hope and pray that by next week&lt;br /&gt;i would be hired!&lt;br /&gt;i really really need&lt;br /&gt;and want a job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Misha, you haven't been online..&lt;br /&gt;i need to talk with you&lt;br /&gt;about stuff about a certain someone..&lt;br /&gt;hahah..&lt;br /&gt;I guess your busy playing Sims 2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is plain boring as usual..&lt;br /&gt;nothing new ever happens..&lt;br /&gt;Give me a miracle or a surprise..&lt;br /&gt;how can people go to such a boring school&lt;br /&gt;or even live in a town that is so B-O-R-I-N-G.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, i dont get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for 2 years to go by..&lt;br /&gt;but like this 3years are going&lt;br /&gt;to be a fucking waste of my teens years..&lt;br /&gt;i could have done so many and much&lt;br /&gt;more things in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;than i can actually do here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is life unfair?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me?&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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SNOW!'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SSNRAGGZpJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bBrh6_ZufnE/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-186369936242560188</id><published>2008-11-16T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:28:00.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The boys are over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;tonight is their last night over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but, omg, little kids can really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;turn your house upside down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Nessa and i vacuum our room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;today,because there was so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;much crams around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;by the afternoon it was full of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;cookie crams again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Mostly because of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;bringing my snacks in my room..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but granny was really pissed off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;today, she couldn't handle us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so, she wanted Sandra to pick the boys up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;she got Issac to call her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but i guess she was moody since she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;was partying the whole night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and so she wasn't nice to granny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so, She put her frustration on us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I got to talk to dad today, which is great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I miss him dearly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I want to bring my babies to Canada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I miss them so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I scared that one day they might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;leave this world and i won't be able &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;to be with them.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;or get to bury them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;anyway, i have a physic test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and i'm like freaking out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;because i still don't get how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;to get Displacement..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i guess i have to go in at Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and ask questions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;hopefully, that would help me pass..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;OH, and i have an 84.8 average!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;muhahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i just need to get an 85 average or more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;to get a scholarship..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;for college but that is next year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i hope i can maintain a 80 average! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;through high school..---&gt; main goal!&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/6189529263319981899-186369936242560188?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/186369936242560188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=186369936242560188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/186369936242560188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/186369936242560188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-week_16.html' title='This week'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-7502487098735550432</id><published>2008-11-13T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:28:00.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Their body is full of wording&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;from the song stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;good workout too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLYD_-A_X5E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLYD_-A_X5E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;This week, has been a really busy week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I have a science test tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;but i don't have to go to class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;because I'm going to a funeral..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Aunt Dorthy past away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;so, im save..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;i get to do the test on monday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;then i had volleyball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;OK,try-out for it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;but everyone is too freaking good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;like Olympics good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;but just just below them the Olympics people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And, in families studies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;we are doing KNITTING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;i actually like knitting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;though, i have restart like over a zillion times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;cause i didn't like the fact it didn't look pretty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;but this is the last time I'm restarting!..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Today, this is workout thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;my whole body is gonna be sore tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;and like I'm going to have a nice BO-DT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I will have muscles MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The boys are coming over on Sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;they were suppose to come over tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;but nooo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;grandma can't handle it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Drives me nuts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;but like this week she has become really nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;like she cooks breakfast for us everyday now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;it is really surprising..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;last time, she won't even want to make Milo for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;well,im gonna go knit now!&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/6189529263319981899-7502487098735550432?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/7502487098735550432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=7502487098735550432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/7502487098735550432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/7502487098735550432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-week.html' title='This week'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-1049040125716288880</id><published>2008-11-05T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:12:18.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting the anger out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Went, to freaking basketball practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to find out we had a freaking practice yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;FUCK..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i'm like so pissed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i went on Monday and realize there was no practice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ok, fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but, Mr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cavanaugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;was like im playing the people who i think will help us win tomorrow and if you guys don't get to play, dont get upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;like how can you not feel upset, if you freaking like sit out the whole game..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;like seriously, i have better things to do that sit there like an idiot and know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;im not going to play, while i can be in science &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;learning about fucking hard physic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;which im still confused about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;but no, i have to go if not you would blame me for not having team-spirit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;lemme ask you a question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;if your daughter was on our team and she sucked as bad as me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;would you have said that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;i bet you still put her on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;and you won't have let her stand in practice like an idiot or making her an extra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;like if you don't need me on the team say so, i would gladly quit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;How do you expect me to do my best, when your never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;encouraging me,just putting me down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;you don't even give us tips on how we can improve..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;just the good players get them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;well, guess what, if you don't want to treat me as if I'm a player on the team..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;i would gladly overturn all the balls to the other team,they can win for all i care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;i not going to do that, cause there are girls on the team who deserve to go to Cossa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole country is just plain mean, weird, competitive..&lt;br /&gt;I applied at Zellers yesterday and the lady at the customer service wasn't even friendly..&lt;br /&gt;the girls just bitch about each other like up at their face..&lt;br /&gt;a girl is justing getting on my nerve..&lt;br /&gt;people treat the really nice teacher like crap..&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, i hate it here, that is not even funny anymore..&lt;br /&gt;like how do you have fun in a place you hate so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i know why all the people that go to Singapore&lt;br /&gt;never want to come back to Canada again..&lt;br /&gt;or miss Singapore..&lt;br /&gt;because this fucking country is a pot-head country&lt;br /&gt;full of rude,mean and impatient people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get out of here in two years..&lt;br /&gt;and never ever EVER &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; come back again..&lt;br /&gt;I seriously would love to fucking just screw the education&lt;br /&gt;and go to freaking ITE..&lt;br /&gt;cause i bet i would have a way more fun there than&lt;br /&gt;im here..&lt;br /&gt;PLus, i promise to study really hard an ACE all my exams&lt;br /&gt;if daddy you let me go to ITE..&lt;br /&gt;Like that is ever going to happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK CANADA AND THE BITCHES AND BASTARDS WHO&lt;br /&gt;LIVED IN IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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out'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-3755746003491033718</id><published>2008-10-28T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:18:01.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Talk during English</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;During English, we had the funniest English class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;like time went so fast..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that was the first time, i didn't keep looking at the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the talk was about gossip girl about Jenny Humphrey and Nate Archibald &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Erika thinks that Jenny has become looks like a bitch now as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;she has too much make-up on. and a full bang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but i think she needs to lose the full bangs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and she will look ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But, Nate and Jenny make out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;yes,OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Jenny is like 15 in real life..what a lucky girly..&lt;br /&gt;Im so obsesses with Gossip girl..&lt;br /&gt;who wouldn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing i wanna talk about is..&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chace_Crawford" title="Chace Crawford"&gt;Chace Crawford&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and Zac Efron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Look ALIKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ZAKKY BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SQeo09VGlzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-XEn6PbuP54/s1600-h/zac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SQeo09VGlzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-XEn6PbuP54/s320/zac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262360317375452978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHACE THE SEXY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SQeo1J9LfJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/iq8RmFqYjA0/s1600-h/chace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SQeo1J9LfJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/iq8RmFqYjA0/s320/chace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262360320764771474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dont they look alike..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Chace looks like the older verison of what zac &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;might look like at 23..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;They both have the most gorgeous eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;nice hair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and one hell of a sexy body..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This lead to a question of what we look for in guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and this is what canadian girls want in a guy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-has to be romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-has to know how to cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-has to be sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-nice butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-blue eyes/nice eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-abs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-nice hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-Funny but not funny corky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-kind but not too kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-Honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-TALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-Has to be zac efron, nick Jonas or Joe Jonas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;They said more, but i dont remember..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;but i guess they want too much from guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and Tooo bad guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;if you want a Canadian girl, you might not be able &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;to date her, because she has high expectation of ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and Mrs Armstrong was like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;when you grow up looks dont matter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and you would look at his personality than his physical appearance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;and im hoping she is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-3755746003491033718?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/3755746003491033718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=3755746003491033718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/3755746003491033718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/3755746003491033718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/10/talk-during-english.html' title='The Talk during English'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SQeo09VGlzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-XEn6PbuP54/s72-c/zac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-5419076242023844114</id><published>2008-10-27T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:38:35.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SQZOrvlfs9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/rk9hPLVi4ak/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SQZOrvlfs9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/rk9hPLVi4ak/s320/stress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261979728044078034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm freaking out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm going to go apply at DQ tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and i have a basketball tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm pretty sure I'm going to sit out&lt;br /&gt;for the whole game or maybe get to play for 2minutes.&lt;br /&gt;GAH!&lt;br /&gt;and i have a song stuck in my head..&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me something i dont know"&lt;br /&gt;Ohya,HSM3 is Out..&lt;br /&gt;WHOOP DIDO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SQZOrTQRdtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/f8HU_pg-yGE/s1600-h/HSM3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SQZOrTQRdtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/f8HU_pg-yGE/s320/HSM3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261979720438871762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It came out on Friday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And guess what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My whole grade not including guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Were all excited to go watch it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So imagine how much money the cinema people would earn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TONS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;People here are totally crazy about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and guess what i sit next to a HSM 3 number 1 fan in English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm sure that would be the main topic tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm actually more excited For Twilight to come out.&lt;br /&gt;One last thing,&lt;br /&gt;Kyle is going out with a girl from my basketball team.&lt;br /&gt;Great, isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;It always happens, the nicest guys are always taken&lt;br /&gt;or EITHER GAY!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!,anyway, gossip girl is going to be on soon..&lt;br /&gt;SO CYA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Huggies &amp;amp; Kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-5419076242023844114?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/5419076242023844114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=5419076242023844114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/5419076242023844114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/5419076242023844114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/10/stress.html' title='STRESS!'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SQZOrvlfs9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/rk9hPLVi4ak/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-8650358504480929287</id><published>2008-10-05T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:32:00.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend stuff and thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SOlNCEeo_VI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8ju-zPz-G-s/s1600-h/samsung.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SOlNCEeo_VI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8ju-zPz-G-s/s320/samsung.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253815138261728594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SOlNCKk5MII/AAAAAAAAAI4/cnipj-8DcvU/s1600-h/lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SOlNCKk5MII/AAAAAAAAAI4/cnipj-8DcvU/s320/lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253815139898568834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Look at these..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I love this 2 phones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; crazy over side slide phones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I didn't think that samsung or Lg have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;cool phones..seriously if you look at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;samsung or lg phones in singapore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;they aren't attracted at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But the problem with these 2 phones is that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;all the girls in Canada seems to have them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and having something which everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; has is not on my list..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i guess i just have to wait till the x1 comes out in singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;then i would get it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and hopefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the x1 would come out a year later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;after i got it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and so i can get a new one before everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;here has the same one as me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SOlSKz9JLGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/QsKwAiaRy3Q/s1600-h/eastside+mario+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SOlSKz9JLGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/QsKwAiaRy3Q/s320/eastside+mario+logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253820786003225698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ever since, i got back from Camp Arowhon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I made a couple of new friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and i went out with my new friends&lt;br /&gt;to go 5pin bowling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;on Friday..&lt;br /&gt;From like 4-2am..&lt;br /&gt;hhaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;it was pretty awesome..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a dance floor&lt;br /&gt;but the entry fee was like 10 bucks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we got kicked off our bowling place&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;we were too long at the dance floor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the people gave our spot away..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we still had 1 game left..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that we were surrounded&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;middle school kids&lt;br /&gt;and we were the only high schoolers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, we went to East side Mario's for dinner &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't have anything..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony was working&lt;br /&gt;and he was our waiter for the day..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, he was serving my friends their drinks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WHEN HE ACCIDENTALLY SPLIT A DRINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ALL OVER A FRIEND OF MINE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i was shocked, laugh abit at her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;but seriously,&lt;br /&gt;you should have seen &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how she bitched at him&lt;br /&gt;when he wasnt there..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam:He's not getting a tip from me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam:Nobody tip him..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Does he even know how count...he said i would get 6 slices of pizza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i only got 4&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam:im only going to give him 5 pennies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony:im really sorry..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam:It's ok..(smiling)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;he goes away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam:it is not ok..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a bitch eh?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls here are really bitchy..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone gotta stop them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know if&lt;br /&gt;your good friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;is your friend at all..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;he people i hanging out with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;was bitching about this other girl that&lt;br /&gt;i thought &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;that they were cool with..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It scares me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;because im afraid to be bitched about..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have to learn not to&lt;br /&gt;tell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;people about what i think..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there wont be any rumors about me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or people secretly hating me..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually not secretly..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they mostly likely but straight up with me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tell it to my face that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they dislike my presence.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that girls here&lt;br /&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;to go to Singapore and &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a cat fight with&lt;br /&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the Minahs..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that way they would learn..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Huggies and Kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-8650358504480929287?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/8650358504480929287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=8650358504480929287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/8650358504480929287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/8650358504480929287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-weekend-stuff-and-thoughts.html' title='This weekend stuff and thoughts'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SOlNCEeo_VI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8ju-zPz-G-s/s72-c/samsung.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-407997118287940</id><published>2008-10-01T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:32:32.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The first of October man!&lt;br /&gt;The month of lovely Halloween..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent talk to my dearest friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ok, i have alot of dearest friend..but this one is kinda special..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;in my way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;for 3 weeks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;top-up your card, you say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;but when..when??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;im waiting patience-ly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;but my patience is running out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;im trying to move on from you to some other dude..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;there is a cute dude, but the problem is i don't see him daily..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;which sucks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and the cool thing is that he isnt in the popular group..i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;which i guess makes it easier to make friends with him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;yes, i havent even said a word to him before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;but, a friend is trying to help me..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SOK9chDnanI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gCQPWBbdpgY/s1600-h/house+bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SOK9chDnanI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gCQPWBbdpgY/s320/house+bunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251968413074942578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I watched the house bunny yesterday with Morgan, Connie and Kari..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Thought, ya, it would be an interesting movie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;and ya,it was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;but, what was the point of the movie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;it had no meaning to the whole movie&lt;br /&gt;and also it keeps us girls dreaming..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;wow, if i go to college..i can join some sorority and tons of guys would love me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;dream on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;it making fun of all blondes..though, there is a saying of  "Dumb blonde"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;and some blondes arent dumb..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;but, i have some positive comments and that the girls are actually really hot after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;their makeover..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;it is actually funny and i like it when she remembers peoples names by saying it using a deep deep voice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;you gotta watch it to find out what happen!haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SOK9cFUiijI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xQEgj99en1A/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SOK9cFUiijI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xQEgj99en1A/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251968405629733426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I seriously cannot wait for this movie to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;when i left for singapore in June..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the Sign said "coming soon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and im back here 3 months later and it still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;have yet to be shown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;anyway, i cant wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off..&lt;br /&gt;Hugs &amp;amp; Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-407997118287940?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/407997118287940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=407997118287940' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-3594543295895144916</id><published>2008-09-30T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:24:00.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I was going to blog about this a few days back..&lt;br /&gt;but was too lazy too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i dislike the fact that some girls get so angry..&lt;br /&gt;not so angry..&lt;br /&gt;but VERY ANGRY over some thing that they need no get angry over..&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it is your decision to make on whether you want to model an adult mag for them..&lt;br /&gt;there is no pressure..just delete the freaking email and move on..&lt;br /&gt;They were just trying to get you irritated and guess what, they sure did do a good job at it.&lt;br /&gt;actually, you should have just play along and reply ya.."i would totally do it.."&lt;br /&gt;and just play along till the jokes end..&lt;br /&gt;where is your sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;dont have one..i suggest you go get one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact about being grossed out about this,&lt;br /&gt;is just immature..&lt;br /&gt;cause well, first of all&lt;br /&gt;your not even doing the shoot for them..&lt;br /&gt;GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-3594543295895144916?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/3594543295895144916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=3594543295895144916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/3594543295895144916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/3594543295895144916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-2265097693007744425</id><published>2008-09-14T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:44:45.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Realistic Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A dream i had on friday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;it felt so real!when i woke up i was like omg!i cant believe it was a dream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the dream was about a guy i like and me!haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;go figure out!haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;anyway,i met his older sister and his younger brother..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;but he is the oldest among five of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;so ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the brother had a note written on some electronic device..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;but, i didnt get the whole thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;anyway, their dad was there and they didnt want him to read it and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;so they couldn't show me the note again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;but, before we left for his place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;his sister ask me"what did u do to him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i didn't get her question!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;when i arrived at his place, his mum  asked"why is she here?"referring to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;cuz i actually got  on her bad side in real life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i didnt say goodbye to her before leaving his place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and so she got mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(back to the dream)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;so i was quite upset..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;so he came home and he hugged everyone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and i sat at the table..Thinking to myself i hope he sees me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;he comes over and gives me a hug..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;it was a pretty long hug!haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;his mum was thinking to herself "i guess they are closer than i thought they were"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;anyway, we wanted to the entrance of his bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and we were going to go in when his mum said we couldnt go in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;then next moment, we were on the couch under the blanket..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;KISSED!!KISSED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the kiss is the one that felt so real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;anyway, the lights went out and he wanted to kiss me again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;but i said "no, we are going to get caught!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and then the lights came on and my hands are covering my faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and i woke up!haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;though, this is great to me, i cudn't stop thinking about it that day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;but, the sad thing is he hasnt reply my msg at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;it is depressing and i dont know when to call home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and if i wanna call him, i got to wake up at 9 in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;as i have a better chance knowing that he is still awake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;but i miss him tons..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and i want to speak with him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;but, maybe he misses me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and decide it is best not to speak to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;cause it might make him sad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;~~argh! i dont know what to think~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;im trying to keep this off my mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;as i get so upset just thinking about him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SM2dwit91KI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mGz3PGRHRvw/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SM2dwit91KI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mGz3PGRHRvw/s320/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246022598235378850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I know you think I see you as just a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  but do you know you make my heart bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I don't want to keep these feelings inside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    they just keep hitting me like a tide&lt;br /&gt;I think about you everyday&lt;br /&gt;And oh,how I long to say,"I Love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     But for now we are just friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     until the day this act can end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       And I can say "We aren't just friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-2265097693007744425?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/2265097693007744425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=2265097693007744425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/2265097693007744425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/2265097693007744425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/09/realistic-dream.html' title='The Realistic Dream'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SM2dwit91KI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mGz3PGRHRvw/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-5962869342383823459</id><published>2008-09-04T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:45:16.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First week of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The First week of school didn't go so well.Usually, when it is day 1 of the school year!im always so excited that i can't get to bed!but this year..it changed, i was very tired and not very excited.i was actually very nervous, who is going to be in my class and who am i going to be seating with in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So, the first and second period didn't go to well.Cause, i walked through the hall like a total loner and then i sat in class and was talking to no one!It was quite upsetting!Then 3rd period came..which is after lunch..Ms armstrong called my name, and to my amazement!Jaime and Amanda were like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;EXCITEDLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;:"Heidi" and waving..haha..it made me really inside happy and made me smile for a moment or so!then chris was like i missed you over the summer, Heidi..that made me laugh and smile even more..But, he said that he was kidding!hahha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;At 4th period, Emma was in my class and she was excited to see me and so was i..cause she is the only one who actually speaks to me beside Jaime and Amanda.I was happy that she was sitting next to me, but then it was the wrong seat and so, she moved to the right side of me but one seat down..cuz we were sitting in rows!so ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;But, people are starting to talk to me, and me too..but, i still wander the hall by myself..it sucks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;anyway, Camp Arowhon is in a few weeks and im excited for it..i really hope to get some good friends there! people who like hanging after school and love sports..but anything would do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;But, daily, i still miss Singapore!i think about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;YOU GUYS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;everyday..when im doing nothing, nessa keeps reminding to stop thinking about it..and i to her, cause we can't stop thinking about what happened in Singapore and the more we think the more we get depressed..and lately, we keep on listening to emo song, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;UNLIKE MR TS WHO IS NOT EMOTIONAL DEPRESSED!LIKES LISTENING TO EMO SONG..I DO ANYTHING, TO TAKE THE PAIN IN MY HEART AWAY!BE A HAPPY ME, LIKE SECONDARY 1 OR 2!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I think that pain in my heart is the reason why i don't like anyone, it just hurts to much..i have been hurt so badly by a love one that it is going to take forever to heal!GOD, that sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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School'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-610067141079049642</id><published>2008-08-30T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:05:28.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of boredom at my place!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SLxievev5TI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LjMGsnhPe6w/s1600-h/IMG_2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241172346633446706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SLxievev5TI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LjMGsnhPe6w/s320/IMG_2345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SLl6nMrjWUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/g_EI_5uQ0Pw/s320/IMG_1955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SLl6nQ9CCxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oFwSoL0GSfU/s1600-h/IMG_1954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240354456406723346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SLl6nQ9CCxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oFwSoL0GSfU/s320/IMG_1954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SLl6npMHWwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fsKSb1EIA9o/s1600-h/IMG_1953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240354462912436994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SLl6npMHWwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fsKSb1EIA9o/s320/IMG_1953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SLl6n8sXh-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ewCxN4l6ZMs/s1600-h/IMG_1952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240354468147988450" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SLl6n8sXh-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ewCxN4l6ZMs/s320/IMG_1952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Save the funniest for last!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;TADAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SLl6oOVXaRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/W1Ul8TPK5o8/s1600-h/IMG_1951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240354472883349778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SLl6oOVXaRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/W1Ul8TPK5o8/s320/IMG_1951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hahahaahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhahahahhahahahhahahahhahah&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/6189529263319981899-610067141079049642?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/610067141079049642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-1862902286045261175</id><published>2008-08-28T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:05:00.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 fucked up days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The pain in my heart, hurts so badly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i just want to cry and scream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but, the tears are coming out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I can't stand my granny and my mother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Is god testing me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dad is coming 2 Canada this Tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;then leaving on the 1st week of October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i rather go to boarding school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;no need to face my granny, dad, mum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;just looking at them gives me stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; know what i did but i got hit right back in the head really badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I wanted to meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;zul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;!but, daddy said i had to go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i was freaking upset, though, i met him the day before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;, then i had to cancel it, went back to my place, but at the interchange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;junlong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;, the moment was damn awkward, that we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; even talk to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;then went home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Johnthan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aizat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; were all asleep, being me, i decide to disturb them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;..then dad came in and shouted, that they had to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sent them to the bus-stop, before that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;johnthan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; puked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Went to eat dinner with the family, dad shouted/screamed/yelled at Vanessa and Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;everyone was just looking at us, but, it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; me that much and same goes to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i was so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;, i called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;qijie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;, and my 5sec into the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;, my credit finished!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ate my dinner, then i walked as quickly as i could to my granny place, not even taking the lift..climb the stairs to 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; floor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;after that everything was fine, daddy said my friends could come to the airport..so i was damn happy..i called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;zul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; thinking that i was going to be at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ahma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; places for a long time..but a few minutes into the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;, my parents said we were leaving!like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;so, i told him that i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; called him when i get home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I brought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;nong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; into the house while packing and after that i called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;zul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;we talked for about an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;anhour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; or so then we put down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;it was quite sad, it was even sadder when he said" i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; want to talk with you on the phone, because we never finish what we are talking!, i prefer face to face because then we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;finsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; what we are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It was upsetting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i was having tons of fun, we went to pick up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;misha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;shikin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;aizat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.and by the time we reached home, it was 230..and we wasted so much time fighting with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;darcy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; to go shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;  We got into trouble cause daddy was losing his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Arriving at the airport, we had to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; up to check-in.Daddy shouted at the policewoman, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; the agent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; tell him to bring the letter from the school, two days in a row, but was that i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; very embarrass and later i told her we are &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;anadian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; citizen, she was like" why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; you say earlier."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; After putting the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;luggages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; into the car, i was told that my friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; come later, the 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; trip..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; then when we are almost to the airport, that asshole mother of mine,told me she is not bringing them to the airport anymore..i broke down in tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;After that, we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;procceed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; to go to the check-in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;luggages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; counter.I borrow dad phone to call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;logita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;she told me she was with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;nessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;, i was so excited to see her, that i cried again at the counter. after they gave us my passport, i walked quickly to her, at the same time crying.Thanks for coming girl, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;appericate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; the hug and the comforting words!well, she was with me, i called my 4 friends up to see how they were doing, crying the whole time.Misha also started crying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; control myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I said bye to them and apologize because of my stupid mother.then i hugged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;logita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; bye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; she had to leave.We went outside the terminal to wait for that fucker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; she wants to hug me and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;darcy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; goodbye..then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;nessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; told me the most cruel thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;VAnessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; and my friends version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;That fucker upon arriving home saw my friends and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;nessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; friends ask them what they were still doing here, told them to leave because my dad would get mad if he still see them here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Afny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; i love you for taking care of my friends..cab with them to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;mrt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; cause she felt sorry and pity for them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The fuckers version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i wanted to send them to the airport but they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; want me too..i knew it was a lie, but i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; bother to shouted/scream at her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;anyway, i was planning to just walk away and not hug her.but i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; do it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; not a daredevil.so i hug her goodbye with attitude and god she hugged me tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;we walked away without saying one last bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; on the plane. thinking about what happened at the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;When we arrived in Canada,saw uncle ed, he looked like a drug dealer..it was funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;step into the world most smelliest car, my granny's car!puked 15minutes left of the drive to granny's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;shawnyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; working and wanted to go see her, Darcy and i were like freaking happy!but then we got into a fight as he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; want to wait for me. was about to leave for Cree's place when i saw granny, i should have walked away, without asking her if i could go over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I asked her, can i go over to Cree's place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;she was like no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I:why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SHE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;agrue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;pissed off went into my room.then, later, i gave her my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;attuide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; and when she was talking to me, she was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; sick, she wants me to care for her, but she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; care about other people.then, all her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;negativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; came out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;She and that fucker can find a house together and gossip to each other about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;where can i run away from all of this!then she told me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; here to study and nothing more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i feel worst than i was last time.i feel like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; in a freaking prison!i can't wait till she leaves/dies.i wont even drop a tear for her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;mayb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; i wont even attend her funeral that stupid fucker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i have to live with her for 10months, how am i going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;tahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Her house smell really bad from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; and the kitchen is freaking messy, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;, she is waiting for us to clean it for her, as always. I can wait till Nessa gets back from the boy's place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What a long post and finally im done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-1862902286045261175?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/1862902286045261175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=1862902286045261175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/1862902286045261175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/1862902286045261175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/08/3-fucked-up-days.html' title='3 fucked up days'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-7453761936900248489</id><published>2008-08-22T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:25:21.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That feeling in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;There is only 5 more days till i get on the Northwest plane with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;DARCY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Part of me wants to leave and part of me wants to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Firstly, cause i have feelings for this one guy, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;well,actually,i'm to sure my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;self if i really really have  feelings for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But, i guess when it is time to go, it is time to go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;me can't sto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;p and so won't growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i guess it is the same way as dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;when it is time for us to leave this world, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;we h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ave to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;As, im typing, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;t feels as if i my heart is being crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Cause i feel the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anyway, my mums has decided to go to family court and wrote a freakishly long letter to the judge, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;though, i nv saw this letter, i was told it stated alot of horrible/negaitive Nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Maybe some might be true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SK2xlnExRnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sGEnaVBtpzg/s1600-h/Picture+379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SK2xlnExRnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sGEnaVBtpzg/s320/Picture+379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237037201404020338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When, i heard about this, i was eating dinner with Nessa and Afny.The whole thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;g just ruin my whole mood, luckily i finished eating!I started crying abit, and Nessa was there to comfort me.I dont know what i would do when you graduate!I love you dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Then, i just listen to "One step at the time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; over and over again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;being so upset that i was not in reality cause i almost got burned by her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; cause i c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ame to close to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I got scolded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; by a women whom i call my mother. I walked out of the house wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;thout telling her and she made me miss my bus and so i had to run/walk all the way to sunplaze. I'm not crazy, it is what i call a g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ood workout!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It is took me about 20minutes to walk there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;while, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;she was scolding me, i was thinking why does she want to act like my mother when i go out but when Darcy asked her for mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ney, she told him to go ask dad. I mea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;n wtf? anyway, when she scolds me, i tend to laugh/giggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think of these houses in Canada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;House A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SK22bdvg_kI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BDb6xo7SMqY/s1600-h/Picture+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SK22bdvg_kI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BDb6xo7SMqY/s320/Picture+157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237042524658400834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SK22ux5bpRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ax9G5n-ERWU/s1600-h/Picture+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SK22ux5bpRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ax9G5n-ERWU/s320/Picture+145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237042856486216978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;House C&lt;br /&gt;This house was on Sale, but guess wad it is worth HALF A MILLION DOLLAR!&lt;br /&gt;some rich ass person bought it!&lt;br /&gt;I know the outside doesn't look appealing but you show look in the inside.&lt;br /&gt;it is damn gorgeous and it has an indoor swimming pool!&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that it is located next 2 the beach and so you have a nice view of the sunset and rise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SK263k0bhaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pFoiF21CboY/s1600-h/Picture+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SK263k0bhaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pFoiF21CboY/s320/Picture+147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237047405640910242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SK233OAGaMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/P7Iyr1tWy7U/s1600-h/Picture+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SK233OAGaMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/P7Iyr1tWy7U/s320/Picture+146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237044100980959426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SK28lFcjqgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/dw5TJZdaWZA/s1600-h/Picture+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SK28lFcjqgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/dw5TJZdaWZA/s320/Picture+148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237049287004891650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House E&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SK294DIby1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/oyjAnu8KiGk/s1600-h/Picture+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SK294DIby1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/oyjAnu8KiGk/s320/Picture+158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237050712312761170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-7453761936900248489?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/7453761936900248489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=7453761936900248489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/7453761936900248489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/7453761936900248489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-feeling-in-me.html' title='That feeling in me'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SK2xlnExRnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sGEnaVBtpzg/s72-c/Picture+379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-1961959600139642266</id><published>2008-08-05T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:00:00.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promoting A friend outta laughter</title><content type='html'>I have this friend&lt;br /&gt;who doesnt like her boyfriend anymore,&lt;br /&gt;because they dont talk and communicate at all&lt;br /&gt;she finds him boring and afraid to dump him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE:&lt;br /&gt;*laugh at her own lame joke&lt;br /&gt;*weird&lt;br /&gt;*Her name is IMA..&lt;br /&gt;*she has a cool hairdo&lt;br /&gt;*CRazy at times &lt;br /&gt;*( like scratching her butt at the most random places)has a very itchy butt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she want to date a guy OR GIRL&lt;br /&gt;*he/she must be tall&lt;br /&gt;*He/she must be funny&lt;br /&gt;*Talks like how i talk, but know when it is time to shhhh!&lt;br /&gt;*Finally,she/he has to be Chinese&lt;br /&gt;she abit racist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hurry up!cuz she mite change her mind,and just stay single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i told u i wud be posting this up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-1961959600139642266?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/1961959600139642266/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-1603230870705189385</id><published>2008-08-04T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:27:00.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haven't blogged for a month!&lt;br /&gt;but, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; back.!&lt;br /&gt;Summer has been plenty Awesome so far!&lt;br /&gt;I have only 21 days left in Singapore before i leave.&lt;br /&gt;and Summer is almost over, time has gone really fast!&lt;br /&gt;I need the time machine now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with friends, there are some i really want to meet before&lt;br /&gt;leaving and have yet to meet up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday and Saturday, i went over to Misha's place for a sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;had tons of fun, with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nabilah&lt;/span&gt;,Misha's sister and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;misha&lt;/span&gt; herself.&lt;br /&gt;when i went home the next day, in an extremely happy mood, i got scolded not only by my mum but my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Dad was pissed at mom as usual, so being me, i tried to calm him down but he told me to go away.(he actually said more than that)&lt;br /&gt;Then, got my dinner, went to the office and being her usual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;naggyself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ME Sounding annoyed the whole time&lt;br /&gt;Mum:How come your back so late.&lt;br /&gt;Me:It's only 10, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; what!&lt;br /&gt;Mum:ya, but your gone for two days,so you should have come home earlier today!&lt;br /&gt;ME:what for it is not like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going to be doing anything useful at home, so i stayed at her house.&lt;br /&gt;Mum:you guys are driving me nuts!and now your dad doesn't want to go to Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;Me:SO?&lt;br /&gt;MUM:What so, who is going to do the workshop now?&lt;br /&gt;ME:why are u blaming me, what has he not going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;brunei&lt;/span&gt; got to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MUm&lt;/span&gt;:(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;silents&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Vanessa, to see if she was anywhere close to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sembawang&lt;/span&gt; because i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; want to stay at home!Went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;buckaroo&lt;/span&gt; jungle place Beach. Was told it was Haunted!&lt;br /&gt;but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; see anything.I scanned around trying to freak Vanessa's friends out by saying, I saw something.Then, i actually saw something but it was a tent, from far it looks like three floating clothes!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, we are heading off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Then, gonna watch the fireworks at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Esplanade&lt;/span&gt; if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;NAbilah&lt;/span&gt; decides to come with us, instead of going with that PERSON!he is totally ruining the plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored yesterday and decided to edit HIS PICTURE!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SJbj0NBH8hI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nTIOGv8JQDc/s1600-h/alec3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SJbj0NBH8hI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nTIOGv8JQDc/s320/alec3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230618503224488466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; finally over him, but, he still remain deep down in my heart!&lt;br /&gt;We are still friends, and i hope that i will get to meet you on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Orientation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;y before i leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SJbj0NBH8hI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nTIOGv8JQDc/s72-c/alec3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-8865960349247773811</id><published>2008-07-04T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T14:11:01.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AFter that long wait!&lt;br /&gt;I have  Finally turn 16!&lt;br /&gt;I can totally get my driver's Ed when i get back..&lt;br /&gt;but then it cost alot of money because of the&lt;br /&gt;freaking insurance and so..&lt;br /&gt;i wud have to wait till im 18 which is 2 years more to wait&lt;br /&gt;but it is worth the wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway, we went to Induglz for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;the food was freaking delicious&lt;br /&gt;that i burn my mouth even after blowing at the food&lt;br /&gt;a couple of times!&lt;br /&gt;but, that is the 1 restaurant i have been to&lt;br /&gt;that took forever to serve their drinks!&lt;br /&gt;overall, it was awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i dont feel like leaving Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;only because i have all my darlings here and&lt;br /&gt;cuz that naggy old woman is back there..&lt;br /&gt;whu is always spoiling my mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a month and a week left till i leave!&lt;br /&gt;and it is going to fly by so quickly!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, my time in canada wud flyby faster this year!&lt;br /&gt;then before i noe it i wud be back in Singapore again..celebrating my 17th birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-75694604931833760</id><published>2008-06-22T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:15:49.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SF8G10bsFDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3wUfOgsj9jU/s1600-h/IMG_1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SF8G10bsFDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3wUfOgsj9jU/s320/IMG_1135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214894415195935794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE SSA SQUAD,SHAWNY,MOI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally did so badly for math.. i think it was 89 or something and it dropped to a 76..fuck man..&lt;br /&gt;i got like a 55 on the freaking EQAO..and now i need a 80 and more which i doubt would get..&lt;br /&gt;i praying so hard that i wud get an honor roll..&lt;br /&gt;cuz i really worked hard to maintain an 80 for my main courses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANYWAY I'M BACK IN SINGAPORE IN 3 DAYS..FUCK YA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway i have, a geography exam 2moro..good luck to me and then no more examz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, i went to Cree's party yesterday and it was off the hook..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;made out with 2 guys..1 gay and 1 straight..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS A long story..&lt;br /&gt;and i have to go to bed..&lt;br /&gt;and so i would post the long story 2moro..&lt;br /&gt;which mite only be 3 sentence..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK 2 ME ON MY EXAM!!&lt;br /&gt;and hope everything wud go smoothly at HEATHER's 2moro!&lt;br /&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/6189529263319981899-75694604931833760?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/75694604931833760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=75694604931833760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/75694604931833760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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255);"&gt;Fuck the weather is getting hot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;omg, i had frozen yogurt, the other day and ever since that day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;im been craving for more..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This week is going to be chaotic.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-First, Romeo and Juliet scene questions are due&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Second,opinion essay on R&amp;amp;J are due&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Third,EQAO papers are on thursday, pray hard that i would get an 80% so i can examined!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-Fourth, my fucking board game is due!..next tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;god!!but i psyched about 15 days left till i board that plane..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;but i'm even more excited to go to Cree's party next weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Talking about Romeo and Juliet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;not the one with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000138/"&gt;Leonardo DiCaprio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but some other guy that looks like Zac efron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;anyway, we saw his butt, all the girls were flattered by it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;wanted the same scene to be played again..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but too bad for the guys that they couldn't really see her boobs as it was too quick..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SE3O3Z583OI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xFqWZ7KOEEw/s1600-h/title68poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SE3O3Z583OI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xFqWZ7KOEEw/s320/title68poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210047795179609314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I watched another movie called "Stay Alive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;fuck it was based on a freaking true story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;haha.i tend to like researching on the movies i have watched!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The lady called Countess Bathory..Research her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;omg, the woman was in the Guinness World record for the most people killed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;very horrifying!i mean she killed only woman and young girls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;torture them, by poking them with needles, hot sticks, beating them to death..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;even draining them..cut of their fingers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;fuck wad a cruel woman..and she was one of the most powerful woman in Hungary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and so the peasant she kidnapped couldn't report her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and after all she had done, only her accomplices would torture while she wasn't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SE3QkQutPQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Mi0Ogt0c5Ow/s1600-h/stay+alive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SE3QkQutPQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Mi0Ogt0c5Ow/s320/stay+alive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210049665322269954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-4755434853779224375?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SE3O3Z583OI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xFqWZ7KOEEw/s72-c/title68poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-8246384573140246228</id><published>2008-05-23T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T12:22:45.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SDhq8VLtBfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yna26ayput4/s1600-h/Picture+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SDhq8VLtBfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yna26ayput4/s320/Picture+192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204026954137535986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SDhql1LtBeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SG_qV9PfKBA/s1600-h/Picture+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SDhql1LtBeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/SG_qV9PfKBA/s320/Picture+189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204026567590479330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cree's party was off the hook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SDhXa1LtBZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/stx650ndZx0/s1600-h/Picture+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SDhXa1LtBZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/stx650ndZx0/s320/Picture+190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204005487890990482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SDhXM1LtBYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kvW7m5S9M0k/s1600-h/Picture+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SDhXM1LtBYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kvW7m5S9M0k/s320/Picture+191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204005247372821890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SDhW6lLtBXI/AAAAAAAAADs/Yt1JYmyyimE/s1600-h/Picture+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/SDhW6lLtBXI/AAAAAAAAADs/Yt1JYmyyimE/s320/Picture+186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204004933840209266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Met the weird,funny, interesting and new people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sneaked out of the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Meet this guy Paul, and we started talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and i met mike,god the kid was drunk and he was acting like a 12 year old..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;but he was funny..though,he kept on asking what my name was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;we decide to go get pizza..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;drunk people can be the most random people ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;they started talking to random people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;decide to go hit on some girls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;went back to Cree's house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and just hang there..&lt;br /&gt;it was "nice" of shawnyce to invite me to sit with her even though the couch was already full of people..&lt;br /&gt;i ended up siting on a guy lap..shawynce and a dude got up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Heidi:ok now i can sit on the couch..pheww!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shawynce:No,heidi..you have to stay on..Mich come sit on the couch..&lt;br /&gt;THe dude:i have to go,give me a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;fine.i gave him a kiss on the cheek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;but shawynce decides i shud give him a kiss ON THE LIPS..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i was like no, and then i finally gave in..and ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;watch people do the nastiest thing..well, it is common in a way..(misha, u get what i mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;was grossed out by it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;was so tired,had to wait for nessa to finish making out with this guy before we left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;at 415..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;sneak back into the house,only to be caught by granny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;darn it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;but it was worth it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;hopefully,i wud be able to go for another party again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-4762754865709252424</id><published>2008-05-13T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:29:23.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;*Si Hua i have finally link you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Back in Singapore in like 1month and a few weeks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cant wait man..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched shawny played against Clarke yesterday..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was freezing and so i used her shirt to cover my hands&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;but was still freezing tho..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard from Katie,&lt;br /&gt;that i cud sign up for a foreign exchange student&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i was like so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to Japan,France or maybe Gremany..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems awesome man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most shocking thing was when she told me that she likes Asians..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SHE THINKS THEIR CUTE..haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She think White people are ugly..haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her goal for next year is to date one..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And not only her there are alot of girls who wants to date an Asian..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;They all want to come to Asia..people..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I want to get over and done with this week..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so worried about this meet..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get into the top 8 &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;which i doubt i would..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to run my best though &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and prove that&lt;br /&gt;i can actually run quickly if i push myself..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone looks down on me and even i,myself am looking down on myself..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Singapore..AHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i manage to find some new anime to keep me occupied..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;but since they are new..&lt;br /&gt;i have to wait every week for them..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and they only aired 5 episodes for the 3 anime i want to watch..GRRR..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and so i have 20 more to go..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Knight,Itazura Na Kiss and Special Kiss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The funny thing is that Cree watches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; IT started with a kiss the Taiwanese Drama&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh, i watched Emma and Sofie sing Falling Slowly..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and god..they are really good singers..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;especially,sofie..her voice so good..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;too bad i didn't get to know her better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jaime K..The principal's daughter is cool but annoying but she the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;who has been really nice to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;when im by myself she always inviting to come sit with her group of friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;but i was a total bitch toward her by not voting for her as sercertary but she won in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;haha..im hoping to maybe become good friends with her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;but i doubt that would ever happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i can't wait for Camp Arrowhan where i see my camp mates..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Now making friends doesn't bother me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;as i dont know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;but i dont like the fact that i'm stuck at home doig nothing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Now, i'm the only home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Darcy and Vanessa are both out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lucky Bitches..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i guess that my karma for making fun of both of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i was the first one to make friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;but the last one to get hang out friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/157/406FB67433A32C83D88010B983C4C249.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-68159962484130266</id><published>2008-05-05T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:30:33.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a nice week to start off..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;I have so many things that i want to write out,scream,say and laugh about..&lt;br /&gt;but just need that person to be around me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr.. Zachary poor guy..lost his 2 front tooth, he looked really weird and he got a buzz cut..&lt;br /&gt;but he still look cool..&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing way better in track now.&lt;br /&gt;my time was 45sec for 200m..&lt;br /&gt;im hoping to come in the same time with denika.&lt;br /&gt;it would be cool..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;i keep letting my imagination get the better of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;i thought maybe that shawynce and i would become better friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;but so far, i have been asking her if she wanted to go for a run and we haven't gone for one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;i just waiting for her to reply which i doubt she would..No surprise there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Got tons of homework to do..as i have a track meet 2moro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;i'm sure that it is going to be my last for this year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;running the 800m..whoo!!not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;For missing school, i got tons of homeowork to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;my english essay, nearly done..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;plus, that book cover of Romeo and Juliet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Geography,no instruction given and was told to just do it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;no surprise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;and math..God, got to start doing them soon..cuz i have to be at skool by 645!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;645 man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;and i made myself look like a total fool..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;i smiled at my friend while talking to her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;wasn't done talking and i turned away still smiling and i came face to face with this hottie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;he looked at me, and i was still smiling,so i thought maybe i'll smile at him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;and he didn't smile back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;i hope maybe he thought i was smiling at my friend who was behind him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;he is not a complete stranger, he is on my track team..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;i never even thought he was hot and took notice of him before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;which i usually do when there is a hottie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;O well, im always embarrassing myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Not that i want to always be embarrassing myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*I love thee, I love but thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With a love that shall not die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Till the sun grows cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the stars grow old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/157/406FB67433A32C83D88010B983C4C249.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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off..'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-956403515405817780</id><published>2008-05-02T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:01:28.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The fucking blogskin took me forever to edit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and it still isnt right..God!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway..went for my 1st ever track &amp;amp; field race in Ottawa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The ride there sucked..cuz i cudn't sleep as i got the worst spot ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;they put on Panic Room but i wasn't in the mood to watch it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally,we arrived..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Saw no hotties..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it was awesome..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I had butterflies in my stomach,seeing all the runners warm up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I ran the 400m within 85sec..Mr crooks kept cheering me on to finish the race, 50m left in the race, i wanted to quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;when i saw how many seconds i was behind another girl..i was mad..i was a sec behind..Darn it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;im quite happy because i didn't come in last..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but 2nd second last..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i saw 2 guys who ran like a lightening..it was so quick..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i was done for the day at 1.45 pm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i had to wait till 6 till we leave..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but,time went really quickly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6 we left, and the ride back wasn't exciting either..i was restless..kept on turning side to side..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The movie they played The Gladiator wasn't the least bit interesting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So, i tried sleeping and looking at Zachary..God, he is hot and pretty blue eyes..(a whole new story on why i'm so fascinated by his eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we arrived at Belleville thinking it was Cobourg..and then i realize it wasn't and we had an hour more to go before we arrived in Cobourg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;went back to sleep,was about to fall asleep when we finally arrived in Cobourg at 1030..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;was so freaking tired but had to complete my geography poster..told nessa to glue everything and went to bed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Found out i freaking blew my geography test..the mutiple choice was the one that made me do bad..the definition was so hard to understand and some of the words weren't even part of what we learnt..Fucker..he is going to make me lose my honor award!!!im only at a 80.5 average..1.0 to let me drop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;though, it wasn't a very good day..i made new friends..and shawnyce is coming back tomorrow,so i can go hang with her,and go for a ran..woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/157/406FB67433A32C83D88010B983C4C249.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-956403515405817780?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/956403515405817780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-8410157010564046642</id><published>2008-04-22T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:51:39.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was hoping that reading people's blog&lt;br /&gt;they would cheer me up over my boring day in school&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my math mid-term test tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;but was totally not unstress or happy after reading them..&lt;br /&gt;everyone was stressing over their mid-term too..GOD!!&lt;br /&gt;or either it was to emo..&lt;br /&gt;thanks..i so needed a emo blog to help me make myself more unhappy than i already am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Mary's or Cobourg West&lt;br /&gt;which to pick man..&lt;br /&gt;St Mary is a good way to restart my school life again..&lt;br /&gt;but im afraid that i might just end up not having anyone to hang with like now..&lt;br /&gt;but the good thing is i get to wear uniforms..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not weird anything..but having to stress over wad to wear in the morning&lt;br /&gt;whether it is appropriate anot..such a hassle&lt;br /&gt;i have better things to stress about..&lt;br /&gt;Cobourg West tho..nothing interesting about..&lt;br /&gt;just same old..BORING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and think and think..&lt;br /&gt;i do so much thinking now..&lt;br /&gt;but im so much closer to sassy pants..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood isn't on studying rite now..&lt;br /&gt;soon, i wud be back where i started..&lt;br /&gt;my hardwork gone down the drain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but,i guess i just have to remember&lt;br /&gt;heidi,you have to get good marks to beat becca..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;good encourageement isn't it..&lt;br /&gt;Miss Rebecca,so much..i really wish she was here with me&lt;br /&gt;helping me with my work&lt;br /&gt;my weird smart buddy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to think..2 more months man..&lt;br /&gt;and then my happiness will come bak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again 2months isn't long..&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me guys that..after the summer i will have better days in skool&lt;br /&gt;No more lonely as i walk in the halls..&lt;br /&gt;No more walking by myself as we go places..&lt;br /&gt;No more sad face..&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully,getting a job would help me!! just a hangout friend wud do..&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to be chossey..&lt;br /&gt;i have already learn my lesson..&lt;br /&gt;NEVER DITCH A PERSON..NO MATTER HOW ANNOYING SHE IS!!&lt;br /&gt;cause i now know how they are suffering..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-8410157010564046642?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/8410157010564046642/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-8410770145611185900</id><published>2008-04-21T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:31:38.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weekends, boring as usual..&lt;br /&gt;Schedule for the day..&lt;br /&gt;-Homework..tons!!&lt;br /&gt;*Spelling&lt;br /&gt;*Summary for Tom finder&lt;br /&gt;*study for geo Test&lt;br /&gt;*Study for Math&lt;br /&gt;to lazy to do everything..&lt;br /&gt;Friday..Running club!!Hurray..&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Crooks is signing us up for competition and i didn't want to go&lt;br /&gt;because i'm the slowest in the team..though,my time for 3km is 23mins..it is still very slow..&lt;br /&gt;so i asked him&lt;br /&gt;H:so events is like competition rite??&lt;br /&gt;MC;Yap..&lt;br /&gt;H:So,will i get to go for the competition?(suppose to sound like i didn't want to go)&lt;br /&gt;instead i sound so desperate to go..GRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;MC:we'll see..&lt;br /&gt;H:*Totally embarrasses!!&lt;br /&gt;How stupid can i sound..&lt;br /&gt;But,to lighten up my day..&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,spent almost the whole day watching movies on the internet..after talking to MISHA for 3hours..(random talk as usual)&lt;br /&gt;Since,the snow has all melted.. we open the window,guess what NO WIND coming in..instead i heard noise..REALLY NOISE..KPO me..i wanted to find out who was making the noise..&lt;br /&gt;And was shocked to find out it was 4 dude..far far right across from us..&lt;br /&gt;so i spy on them..and i told my sisters..and we were surprise that there were other teenagers living here...&lt;br /&gt;Have no mood to do my work..I want to just take a walk or be by myself.. talk to someone..&lt;br /&gt;the worst part, there is this really naggy woman in the house who is never satisfied with what my siblings and i do for her..&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is another day and i don't want to go to school..i want to be like sleeping beauty,sleep forever..i wanna take a sleeping pill..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-8410770145611185900?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/8410770145611185900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=8410770145611185900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/8410770145611185900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/8410770145611185900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R_apaFMgUqI/AAAAAAAAADk/cSCQu9pV4Nc/s320/gossip_girl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185518286500024994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip girl has just been rocking my world..&lt;br /&gt;Though,the story totally talks about people in CIS..&lt;br /&gt;epecially people like jade G.&lt;br /&gt;but,the actress are way better than wad that Jade G.&lt;br /&gt;has to show off.&lt;br /&gt;i mean blaire is just a cool,mean,bitchy girl..BUT DAMN PRETTY..&lt;br /&gt;Serena use 2 be bitchy..but just drop dead gorgeous ..wish i was in her shoes..haha&lt;br /&gt;jenny is innocent makes me jealous that Eric has the hots for her..plus,she totally looks cool in a dress.&lt;br /&gt;Dan awesome yet,such a hottie..nice and friendly..&lt;br /&gt;Nate such a cool dude..cute and handsome..put together..haha..&lt;br /&gt;Chuck such a perf..BUT he is so damn cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it..it totally cool..imagine people living in hotels..all the awesome clothes u get to see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-1929109518946822127?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/1929109518946822127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=1929109518946822127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/1929109518946822127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/1929109518946822127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/04/gossip-girl.html' title='GOSSIP GIRL'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R_apaFMgUqI/AAAAAAAAADk/cSCQu9pV4Nc/s72-c/gossip_girl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-1888269327862605683</id><published>2008-04-01T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:44:07.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOD..&lt;br /&gt;Just as i thought this week could be one of the better week..&lt;br /&gt;i hit in the face planted with the word "wrong"..&lt;br /&gt;i was complaining saying "oh i dont wanna go to skool,it is holiday or im sick"&lt;br /&gt;all this crap..hoping to con my dad..&lt;br /&gt;no such luck..I mean i use to LOVE SKOOL..like seriously,it was really fun but then&lt;br /&gt;i changed skool after another and then people i met were mean and snobbish..&lt;br /&gt;and i just hated skool and still do..&lt;br /&gt;maybe college or University would be better..&lt;br /&gt;i so didn't want to go to school on Monday..&lt;br /&gt;An Almighty person up someone decides..&lt;br /&gt;"ok,i pity heidi,since she hates going to skool,no one to really talk to,&lt;br /&gt;so lets give her a really good monday".&lt;br /&gt;i was put in the same group with my crush..!!&lt;br /&gt;Thought to myself,*this cud be better than i thought*&lt;br /&gt;Happy as ever..EYE CONTACT and ALL..*Giggles..&lt;br /&gt;That nite,i was in a rush for it to be tuesday because i would get to spend time looking at my crush..&lt;br /&gt;but the almighty person decides..&lt;br /&gt;i think heidi has had enough fun on monday that we shall make tuesday a terrible day for her&lt;br /&gt;...muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;well,thanks it was..&lt;br /&gt;1)my dad is leaving 2moro 4 singapore..*sobs..&lt;br /&gt;2) Being Retarded me, my imagination got the better of me..i let it rid wild..&lt;br /&gt;making myself think that my crush actually likes me becuz of the eye contact we have..&lt;br /&gt;but,guess wad no eye contact today!!!&lt;br /&gt;but i have this REALLY REALLY Huge feeling that this guy likes this girl..&lt;br /&gt;cuz when i looked at him,he was like starting at her&lt;br /&gt;and he even asked her out of the 3 girls..&lt;br /&gt;"why didn't you guys just say that u didn't like the script"&lt;br /&gt;"Lucas, is such an idiot"&lt;br /&gt;he just looked at her..i dont noe but it is cute tho..haha&lt;br /&gt;3)my geography teacher is like a homework printing machine..Homework!Homework!&lt;br /&gt;everyday!!and he doesn't not give us homework..sometimes i dont know how it even relates to geography..BUT THE WORST PART, it that you put all your effort and hard work into it..HE DOESNT FREAKINF COLLECTS IT..He collects something that you have no clue what the heck it is..Idiot..&lt;br /&gt;but im in a rush to head for geography because during work period.My crush talks to me, and thats is when eye contact starts again..but,whatever..i dont want to think to fair..&lt;br /&gt;it just breaks my heart..&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to get into shape and build my stamina for running..&lt;br /&gt;We were so bad,like seriously, this really cute guy was laughing at my sister and i because we were slow runners and cuz we kept walking..&lt;br /&gt;i think,we are the only people who are like this..&lt;br /&gt;OMG,WHAT A EMBARRASSMENT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-1888269327862605683?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-5978759349682064118</id><published>2008-04-01T18:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T18:55:18.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R_Lm9lMgUpI/AAAAAAAAADc/A0E-Yr1D_xc/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R_Lm9lMgUpI/AAAAAAAAADc/A0E-Yr1D_xc/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184460066687832722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This girl is from my skool..i think she looks like a barbie doll.. she looks good in person and in picture..and best of all..she quite nice..I NOT A LES..BUT THE FIRST TIME I SAW HER I WAS LIKE WOW..SHE IS DROP DEAD GORGEOUS..OK,i sound like im have a crush on her..EWWW..i just like how she is so pretty..WHAT DO U THINK??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-5978759349682064118?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/5978759349682064118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=5978759349682064118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/5978759349682064118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/5978759349682064118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-girl-is-from-my-skool.html' title=''/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R_Lm9lMgUpI/AAAAAAAAADc/A0E-Yr1D_xc/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-3441161195098653502</id><published>2008-03-29T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T10:54:05.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:Wingdings; 	panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; 	mso-font-charset:2; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ya’ll know what..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don’t get my feelings at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like seriously..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What the fuck is wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can’t I just fucking like 1 guy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, anyway..Lucas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MYOHMY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The dude with the gorgeous eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our eyes always meet when he talks or I talk in geography..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is really sweet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But then again,he might be thinking I’m staring at him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Got that before and I don’t wanna let the guy know that I like him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometime,I catch him looking at me..but who knows he might be looking at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The pretty girl behind me(if there is one)..or my imagination is just running wild again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hopefully, this time it won’t be that easy for my secret to get out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Somehow I can’t even keep my own secret kept inside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The dude I like always ends up finding out.. Don’t they rite...???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But they find it out from me.. The admirer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But anyway, he didn’t show up to school today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Was dolling up to look good for him..but was all crush and wasted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When he didn't show..feel sad and bored..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bored nah.. wasn’t that much..i’m hoping to get closer to Rebecca..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hopefully, we would become buds at the end of the semester..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But,I was like really sad..all,I could tell myself was I have to wait 3days to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Him, his gorgeous eyes and awesome smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I Just really hope I cud become closer to him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My heart sank when he waved goodbye to me on Thursday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But,I guess he was being friendly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Argh!!I don’t know.. Too much things to worry about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) trying to get hangout friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Complete 1 tasks..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What was I going to write about..Fuck..i forgot..darn it..i guess im too tired and upset &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to think..gtg ya’ll..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hoping my dreams are really sweet tonight..hehe.:)&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/6189529263319981899-3441161195098653502?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/3441161195098653502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=3441161195098653502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/3441161195098653502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/3441161195098653502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/03/feelings-inside.html' title='Feelings inside'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-2946787461055459501</id><published>2008-03-25T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:26:48.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dream about you from a far distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I don’t think you know of my existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Till now or maybe never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were group together to perform, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You made me smile with your smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And laugh at each sentence you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girls love talking to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your like their best bud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I envy them, and hate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart breaks into big gigantic&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whose heart breaks like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder,do I really like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or it is because of your looks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to agree with your sentence today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heidi “why did I buy you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adam “Because of my good looks?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heidi “No,Wasn’t it because you were on sale?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The question has been changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is because I liked you from the moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I knew you were really funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish you would talk to me like we know each other for a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But i think i'm asking for alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since we only just met a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause, I &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;need someone to talk 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, you wont understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because we are from two difference background..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe some day you would be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, I hoping we would be just friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause, a friend like you is hard to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, I’m hoping to keep it this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Till we speak again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I shall think about kissing you under the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Ewww..Just a thought guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-2946787461055459501?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/2946787461055459501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=2946787461055459501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/2946787461055459501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/2946787461055459501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/03/from-my-heart.html' title='From my heart'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-1813739351244735032</id><published>2008-03-21T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T15:08:50.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;THIS IS seriously hasnt been one of my BEST week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;OMG!!i seriously hate her man!!wad is her problem..I mean like, you get freaking annoyed easily..SO wad, if  tell me that your dating NORMAN, and I GOING TO RUB IT IN UR FACE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;cuz u said u nv will date him as he is a player..And guess wad, u change ur mind..I'm LIKE THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I LIKE RUBBING IT IN PPLE FACE..DEAL WITH IT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The fact that your quite dumb cuz i noe ur secret already too bad i have to keep it on a downlow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;if not i wud be a bitch and spread it really quickly..i call u my friend and i dont think u treat me as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;urs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;THE FACT THAT U WANNA BLOCK ME ON UR MSN,JUST BECUZ, IM GOING 2 ANNOY U..WAD ARE U GOING TO DO WHEN SOMEONE WHU IS WORKING WITH U,DOES THAT 2 U..QUIT??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I mean ur just boring me, i started hating u but then i told myself to deal with it..but i cant no more..I mean everything i do u have a comment about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Science marks..i was playing around and u took it way 2 seriously like come on..ENJOY UR LIFE..UR WAY TO MATURE..I CAN'T BELIEVE HE WUD FALL FOR U..EVEN THOUGH,IM HAPPY THAT U GUYS ARE DATING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i seriously wud love to slap that face of urs..and trigger something in that head of urs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;it seems that im ur enemy, and ur trying to compete with me..cuz i felt that alot in science class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;u wudnt tell me ur marks..like wad is the big deal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;U JUZ becoming a Bitch and Im starting to really really hate u..Becuz, u wanna act all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;smart when actually ur not..and act all innocent, I mean i hate u more than i did last year to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;REBECCA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and i dont get why u wanna be a loner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I dont get why guys wud tell u their secret, and u knew that Alec had an email add,and u didnt tell me till a few months ago..SHIT U MAN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Another problem is that i tried out for soccer and i noe im not going to make it becuz i wore shoes that made me slip my times..Fuck man..And even if u get chosen,ur actually still trying out..so if u get on the team paid 30 bucks..but only play 2 out of the six becuz u still suck..wtf man..so competitive..isnt it suppose 2 be FUN!!we arent not at FUCKING national..ARGH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Anyway, wen i found out that NOrman was dating MOE..i found myself that a guy in my drama class likes me..though, he has blue eyes and is blonde..im going to reject him..but i dont like him..i not being mean but he is abit weird and he hasnt met my expectation of funniness..and plus, the other time i gave a chance to a guy i didnt like..i ended up hating and ignoring him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i dont want to make any enemies..plus, i have other crushes..but they aren't that strong of likeness to them..i dont think i will find one here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;CIS people and Canada are just shit MAN!!hate Them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-1813739351244735032?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-4030322476427049430</id><published>2008-03-10T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:56:04.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't get the world..&lt;br /&gt;so many miserable people..even the people not living in poverty still have loads of cravings for useless stuff and also aren't happy with their lives..&lt;br /&gt;couldn't they just appericate what they have and are given..other than blaming the world and other people for their unhappiness..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I'm not one of them..I'm!!I'm craving for lot of things..a new phone, job,grades,a better house, traveling the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why can't we happy, we have 3 meals a day and we get to go to school,laugh,scream, talk..For god's sake&lt;br /&gt;People living in property would be very happy if they could just feed their family everyday 2 or 3 times a day..&lt;br /&gt;And here we have spoil bratz, saying,i hate school, i hate the world..i blame everyone for this and that..&lt;br /&gt;i have read many blogs and the people who seems to enjoy the world are the richest peopleand the people who know how to enjoy their lives..But you dont have to have money to have fun,i mean loads of people who love going to the beach, i do,going for long walks in a nice fresh weather..sports and just hanging..and guess wad!!THIS DOESN'T COST MONEY!!there are alot of things to do in life and it would cost a few dollars, we dont have to spend hundreds on something that would be kept away and never been seen again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(i know cause im one of them..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who don't enjoy the world are the ones who are just not looking rite..or are out of love..but that shouldn't stop you from being happy..God, didn't put us on Earth, for people to be stinking emos..&lt;br /&gt;wad so great about one..i mean, there is no emotion in an emo person..Their emotion are all coop-up inside them..then u have the hair covering their face..I can't stand to be around people who just don't enjoy what they got, and keep being miserable about what they don't have..&lt;br /&gt;why dont we just switch places with the developing countries for a year..and i wonder how many spoil bratz would cry for more things..i know, i could last in a developing country for 2 months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe in a few years down the road, i would understand why all this people are unhappy..but for now, i won't wanna bother but just continue with my life..or i might just be left wondering about this for a long time and never to be solve..An Unsolved Mystery!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-8525528449122672036</id><published>2008-03-06T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:58:49.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies i love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I fell in love with this dude..tho he is not the best looking guy in the world, but i love his character in&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hana Yori Dango,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i must really say that i really love this version then the chinese one..It was long and it was a bit boring..While the Japanese version was straight to the point..And i really love Tukashi, she is one hell of a good actress..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;ople must be thinking he looks gay..But, you got to admit he looks cool..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R9DAQYccG0I/AAAAAAAAACU/gulE4r_yJo8/s1600-h/orgui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R9DAQYccG0I/AAAAAAAAACU/gulE4r_yJo8/s320/orgui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174847359520873282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R9C_yoccGzI/AAAAAAAAACM/IjZjo8cNJY0/s1600-h/hana+yori+dango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R9C_yoccGzI/AAAAAAAAACM/IjZjo8cNJY0/s320/hana+yori+dango.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174846848419765042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then there is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1 Litre of Tear &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;another awesome show..i envy the main character Aya..She is cute, pretty and just awesome..but, sad to say that they really had a bad pick of guys to play the main Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then there is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The Magician of Love&lt;/span&gt; and i fell in love with this another guy called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sam Wang,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; i was thinking how can i not seen this guy, since he is in the band 556&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;.and then i realise that he was the guy i thought who had the gayish hairdo..like&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;erio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;usly..in this show, he looks more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;..like the people in the show use to describe him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R9DEx4ccG4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/hmdkpU3R1i4/s1600-h/step_up_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R9DEx4ccG4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/hmdkpU3R1i4/s320/step_up_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174852333093002114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanna go watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Step-up2&lt;/span&gt;..heard it was awesome..and it looks awesome, can't blame it,it has rocking dance moves man..the first was awesome tho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There is so many awesome shows outta there..and im telling you the best movies ever made are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Bring it on and American Pie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I hope they won't stop producing their sequels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-8525528449122672036?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/8525528449122672036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=8525528449122672036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/8525528449122672036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/8525528449122672036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/03/movies-i-love.html' title='Movies i love'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R9DAQYccG0I/AAAAAAAAACU/gulE4r_yJo8/s72-c/orgui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-4300985056066749118</id><published>2008-02-22T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T20:06:13.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New skool..</title><content type='html'>The new skool is totally not what i thought it wud be like..But, im still a loner and i dread going to skool everyday, i mean i have loads of fun in drama but then in math, english and geography, im like bored to death.I wanna be friends with Brooke, even though i'm, i wanna be like talking to her in english like we are good friends..But, i don't think that is going to happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im totally crushing on four guys,three in my drama and another who is a coop in my geography..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys in my drama class that im crushing on, are Connor, Adam and Lucas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas, has the most gorgeous blue eyes i have ever seen.I notice them when he came over to my table and asked my fwen and i for an eraser, i had a short glance at his eyes..but it took my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam is just freaking funny, he cracks me up in drama with his corky voices and his acting..haha..and he looks cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor is also another guy that totally cracks me up..but he is just kind of a good-looking guy among the four..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about these three guys are that they play the sport that i love playing.I think Connor plays Ice-Hockey and Ice-Hockey just rocks my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to perform with the three of them and they were overweight babies, so they were lying on the ground during my performance and i cudn't stop laughing at them becuz they were so funny.At one point, Connor almost grab my leg, so i put them on the chair.But, they were really nice to me, becuz i was really crept out about performing with only&lt;br /&gt;30minutes of practices..At, one point,my partner told me to hug Adam, becuz we were doing this Maury thingy.and Adam was the baby and i didnt want him..I hesitated becuz i didn't think the guy wud wanna hug me and he was like"come here, give me a hug."and people were watching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth guy is named Justin, i dont noe what i like abt him, maybe cuz he is nice, and he sits like right across the room from me and every time i look up he is like just there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy over boys. I just having a small tiny crush on them.If some hottie were to pass by i wud forget abt the 4 of them for that moment. My heart is still searching for the right guy out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i haven't been able to be me..To people, i'm just this quiet and shy new girl from Singapore..I just wanna be around people that i can really be me, i wanna talk, laugh and scream out loud at sports games..I WANNA BE HYPER..haha..even eating chocolate didn't make me loud.Anyway, Soccer season is coming up..and i hope that i wud be cut out for the team, if not then track and field,hoping im fit enough to join.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-4300985056066749118?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/4300985056066749118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=4300985056066749118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/4300985056066749118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/4300985056066749118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-new-skool.html' title='My New skool..'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-2496599034395796980</id><published>2008-02-02T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T10:10:52.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new country, A new skool but still me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R6SdDKZU74I/AAAAAAAAAB0/8RqYMW3lQhs/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;THIS IS ISSAC/ICY AKA MR HOT SHOT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R6SdDKZU74I/AAAAAAAAAB0/8RqYMW3lQhs/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R6SdDKZU74I/AAAAAAAAAB0/8RqYMW3lQhs/s320/Picture+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162423750529183618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R6Scd6ZU73I/AAAAAAAAABs/5P_sgKT4S-0/s1600-h/Picture+112.jpg"&gt;THIS IS SAMMY AKA CRY BABY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R6Scd6ZU73I/AAAAAAAAABs/5P_sgKT4S-0/s1600-h/Picture+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R6Scd6ZU73I/AAAAAAAAABs/5P_sgKT4S-0/s320/Picture+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162423110579056498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R6SblaZU71I/AAAAAAAAABc/a7jCjygIfzQ/s1600-h/Picture+065.jpg"&gt;THIS IS BEN AKA THE KISS UP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grew so much since i last saw him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R6SblaZU71I/AAAAAAAAABc/a7jCjygIfzQ/s1600-h/Picture+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R6SblaZU71I/AAAAAAAAABc/a7jCjygIfzQ/s320/Picture+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162422139916447570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ON The way to Mac's...(this wasnt edited at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R6Sa4KZU70I/AAAAAAAAABU/TzRSKVl4lVA/s1600-h/Picture+571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R6Sa4KZU70I/AAAAAAAAABU/TzRSKVl4lVA/s320/Picture+571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162421362527366978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CANADA is just Awesome,Apart from it being really cold and making u feel like u cud freeze to death..THe Clothes are just awesome here, got two  new shirt and jeans..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R6Sf8aZU75I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8wIY0ncZBMc/s1600-h/Picture+584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R6Sf8aZU75I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8wIY0ncZBMc/s320/Picture+584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162426933099949970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THis shirt is an XS and it just fits me..cannot imagine if it was a size in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R6SkXqZU76I/AAAAAAAAACE/_x-YsyCIGik/s1600-h/Picture+583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R6SkXqZU76I/AAAAAAAAACE/_x-YsyCIGik/s320/Picture+583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162431799297896354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a small and it has a hoodie..coolness rite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, i signed up for school and it is just a 5mintues walk away..The skool is awesome but i dont know if the people studying there wud be nice or friendly and so im having the creeps..I have 2 more days and im freaking out like crazy..Anyway, i got to choose my courses..But they were the ones that i was going to take in CIS..So no Difference..Just that i get to choose another arts course because they dont have mandarin and i don't even noe anything about French.SO, Drama it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having alot of doubt on it because, the first time i took it, god the pain!!!, the Nightmare that i had to go through and forever thanking god that i dont have to take it ever again..well, here i'm choosing it because i heard it has less hmwk..Awesome and i can meet people there.while in art i suck big time at it..so i decided no to choose it..but, i just realise that i wud have to take an exam for drama both written and acting..and darn it..i wud have Ace that mandarin exam in CIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher guidance was nice, she picked the teachers she thought was nice..and im hoping she is rite..anyway, i get to change my course to an easier one if im struggling at my math or geography.But, im going to try hard and hopefully i wud find a friend that is willing to help me in my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-2496599034395796980?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/2496599034395796980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=2496599034395796980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/2496599034395796980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/2496599034395796980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-country-new-skool-but-still-me.html' title='A new country, A new skool but still me'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R6SdDKZU74I/AAAAAAAAAB0/8RqYMW3lQhs/s72-c/Picture+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-4010556675756269445</id><published>2008-01-18T06:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T06:46:42.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R5C7mo6NQDI/AAAAAAAAABE/9_oZBuUWAWg/s1600-h/DSC00922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R5C7mo6NQDI/AAAAAAAAABE/9_oZBuUWAWg/s320/DSC00922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156827845830197298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R5C7aI6NQCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uslLAb0YMz0/s1600-h/DSC00924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R5C7aI6NQCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uslLAb0YMz0/s320/DSC00924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156827631081832482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                (Some Random pictures..muahha..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-4010556675756269445?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/4010556675756269445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=4010556675756269445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/4010556675756269445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/4010556675756269445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-random-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/R5C7mo6NQDI/AAAAAAAAABE/9_oZBuUWAWg/s72-c/DSC00922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-1007812337443592860</id><published>2008-01-15T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:17:35.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day at CIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Not a very great last day, cuz i had to take a freaking science exam. But, after that i was fine, knowing that i freaking screwed the whole paper.Anyway, proceed to running around trying to get my school leaving paper to teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i went on to clearing out my locker very mess yet i never used it.I have to head back to School on Tuesday to collect the refund payment. Thought of maybe sitting in class with MOMO..but i don't want to spolit my sleeping time.Muhahha..God!! I'm leaving in 12 days..wow, so far yet so near.Gonna miss Becca, i hope her encouragement of studying hard will be with me.AND NEVER TO BE PUT UNDER PEER PRESSURE OF USELESS BUMS WHO COULDN'T CARE LESS ABOUT THEIR FUTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school ended in a really surprising way.As a tradition in our school, we would sign shirts of people leaving and i was the only person asking people to sign my shirt.And just as everyone was done, ALEC said to me from like 1m away "your Leaving??"And i said ya..and he ask me to come (cuz somehw he sprained his ankle don't know how, even though my friend asked him.) So i looked at him and he said he wanted to sign my shirt.Feeling all happy in the inside, trying to see what he wrote , he told me to look away so being me i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Becca and Moe were like "Heidi here your chance, tell him or we will."I said "no!!!!" so ya till now he doesnt know, but i think it is quite obverse that i like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shirt ending up looking weird, cuz Caro drew something inappropriate at the front so ya got alot of stares from that. Thanks CARO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, still totally can't wait to leave, be BACK ON JULY 22 so NO WORRIES PEOPLE!!! But, everyone would be studying hard for N Levels and i be stuck to be my loner self.Until August when people return from their hoilday, WooHOO!!!..Coolness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6189529263319981899-1007812337443592860?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/1007812337443592860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=1007812337443592860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/1007812337443592860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/1007812337443592860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-day-at-cis.html' title='Last Day at CIS'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-1756304514382551156</id><published>2007-12-31T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:32:48.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of 2007</title><content type='html'>Last day of 2007,there is like 10 hours left till 2008..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to recall all the things that has happen this year.&lt;br /&gt;All lot of good and bad, trying to 4get the bad and thinking very hard about all the good that has happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray hard that next year would be a better year, which i do every year and somehow it doesn't really happen.Darn it!! "Maybe people don't wish for a better year", but i wish for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas wasn't that great, i spend it with my bro and mum at KL on Christmas we ate dinner at Chalet and then watch tv..How fun right??I bet Nessa had a better Christmas..I wished that i could have spend Christmas with the Boys..I guess there is always next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worst thing about starting a new year, is that at the second week, i have to sit for an exam..Great right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after blogging, i would just go and studied for science which i haven't started but the good thing is that i haven't forgotten much.Still have to study for Biology(which i thought was my favorite subject) and Physic and today my favorite "chemistry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the exams to be over,so that i can go back to work, I'm freaking missing out on all the fun.Plus, if im staying, i could catch the boys bb game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for 2008 to start,cause i could go back to school and see all my friends..i praying hard that on the 18th i get to go back to Canada.Which is only three weeks away.I have to go visit all my friends,not cause im leaving but cause i miss all of them so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Dad to book the ticket for the night time, so i could spend the whole day chilling with friends.Then, some of them could see me off at the airport if they wanna, so ya..But, this might only be a dream, i guess we have to see if this dream is real in three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i will be back to write...soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-1756304514382551156?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/1756304514382551156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=1756304514382551156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/1756304514382551156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/1756304514382551156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-day-of-2007.html' title='Last Day of 2007'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-5401138756993146577</id><published>2007-12-06T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:21:04.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you called them Friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It seems there is no point having friends because they keep secrets from you. Somehow, I still called them my “friends”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Friends tend to share their secrets with you and share things with you. But the friends I have are really mean, they want you to tell them your secret and then when you don’t tell them they use it against you or they get mad to try and get you into telling them. The worst part is that they speak in another language and you ask them what they are talking the go or nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; That is seriously annoying; it is like I’m their enemy of some sort. They also pass notes to each other and like hiding it between themselves. I ask or I look and then they go or you can’t know. That freaking annoys the hell out of me. Some how these two girls Moe and Rebecca have become so close and like leaves me out of the secret world. They want me to tell them my secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; So I learnt my lesson, I got one secret that both of them want to know but somehow people won’t tell them. I got my information from sister’s friends. This year, they all change, you have your secret and I have my secret and we don’t share it. I guess it is all because of Moe the new girl. Somehow, she is starting to annoy me with her innocent behavior. She won’t let me copy her homework but tends to want people to give her answer when she does it. She won’t cut the line because I don’t know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; She use to tell what she shares with Rebecca but that changed. I guess cause people likes telling her secrets and she became proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I don’t know what to think now, so now, I just keep quiet and don’t ask any question when they are talking about it, and I try to ignore it, so that they get annoyed when I don’t ask and just keep quiet when they tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I thank the lord for letting me leave them and I so regretted leaving Caroline’s group I should have stick with them and not care about Rebecca needs cause now she got a new friend and she leaves at the corner. Nice friend right. Hopefully, in my new school I would find better friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The other thing, which is really annoying, is that when I told them about what happened during work, like a customer scolded me because I forgot to give back her change. Moe told me the nasty thing. She said you work for them so you serve people well. Well, excuse me!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It told them, you guys don’t understand how difficult is it to serve people who are so choosy, you can’t possibly expect me to smile the whole time I’m working FYI, I serve customer well. ok. Then, they go but your working for them or they ask me why don’t I quit. Fuckers. So, the next time, they find a part time job I’m going to do the same thing too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; You will never understand the person till you yourself try it. Both of them try to be big shots and want to always be right. So, I can’t wait to leave this freaking country like so badly, so I can be far far away from them. Somehow, I would tell them about this. But, for now, I guess I just have to deal with their shit.&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/6189529263319981899-5401138756993146577?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/5401138756993146577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=5401138756993146577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/5401138756993146577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/5401138756993146577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-you-called-them-friends.html' title='Do you called them Friends?'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-952456013591682197</id><published>2007-11-18T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T01:25:41.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;he gods must really be mad today..IT was bang,roar,boom...haha..but no rain..Finally, i guess some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;one and so they started crying and then it rain...but the war isn't over until the last man has fallen..oh wadever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nessa and Daddy has left for Canada..I'm stuck with Darcy and the woman..I miss them so much even though they only left for like five days..I have 10 weeks of hell be4 i can leave this devilish world..But, guess wad she does want us to leave..she was like if i earn enough money, u guys can stay, if your dad hasn't found a job and a house in Canada..Well, i don't want to stay here, though i dont want to leave all my darlings behind...:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, updates is that we lose to the GESS aka the German skool..All three teams lose to them..expect for our team, the sucky one..but the thing that u wont believe is that we were kinda leading and then we lose to them by 1 basket.Like wad the fucking hell men..The u16 whu were suppose to be undefeated was defeated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I was like a freaking mad score keeper screaming my head of the last quarter. PLus, My slight crush Norman, was i think looking at me when i was being a retard..abt him, i turn my feelings to like him, as we got his email and then, i chatted with him and i found him interesting jsut like my friends had said.But, one thing is that he ignores me most of the time when we have a three way convo..I dont know wad he has against me..but one more thing is that he told becca whu he likes..like after 2 days of knowing each other..like wth..all the clue i got was that he likes a decent girl..but i need another clue, WHAT GRADE IS SHE??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm dying here..i guess i will have to find out one day when i'm in Canada..I have to find out two things when i get back to canada and they are what did Kaori said abt me and whu is Norman's crush..&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/6189529263319981899-952456013591682197?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/952456013591682197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=952456013591682197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/952456013591682197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/952456013591682197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2007/11/t-he-gods-must-really-be-mad-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-7670545402622367287</id><published>2007-11-11T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T04:18:06.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;, i think, it was wrong to ask for a happy family because it not going to happen..&lt;br /&gt;There is alot of things we ask and it n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ever get answered or later in life it does get answered.I had a question that i asked myself a few months ago..the question was "what would i do or will happen to me if my mum is no longer in this world.The question was answer in this few months..i just realized it on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e day when i was sitting down day-dreaming when that pop into my head..This question wud be answer when i move to canada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Abt that, i moving ack to canada..whoop teedo!!!I can't wait to see how life in canda wud be like..even though i heard abt drugs i even watch a video on it..but i promise not to take it, looking at the people is freaking scary..anyway, from wad i can dream and think of now..is that life wud be perfect, i mean a room of my own,phone and my cat..haha..haiz..awesom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e..but, the thing i can't bear to live behind here in singapore, are my percious dogs and my friends...i have been to seven different schools since the day i started to go to school..that alot..and now i be moving to another one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean i wud get to make new ones but i would miss the old ones..wait..lemme think, i actually i wont really miss them, maybe Moe and Caro..i dont noe..but im sure that i would miss Norman and Alec..haha..Cute guys..i guess i will find new ones in the new skool in Canada..But, they would be different,there won't be much aisan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But moving back canada seems fun, but each time, i think ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;out moving back there, alec and Norman flash back to me,that i have to leave them behind..then i get all upset..but, i have two months with them..before bye bye..but i guess, i will find new guys to replace them, just like i did for haikal and Kelvin..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; I almost forgot..Yesterday, we went to danna's party and norme..haha..ok..norme showed up with his sister..whu looked abit freaky..well, i thought i looked freaky myself..but we went to play basketball and he didnt join us..(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i noe why, whu wudnt seeing how weird we are)&lt;/span&gt;instead he sat with his sister..and guess wad he and his sister well, they looked like couples..but they won't the lovey dovey ones..haha..but he is cute and we were telling danna what we thought..and blah blah blah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6189529263319981899-7670545402622367287?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/7670545402622367287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=7670545402622367287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/7670545402622367287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/7670545402622367287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-i-think-it-was-wrong-to-ask-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-8075524480588894416</id><published>2007-11-06T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:35:14.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The PIcs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/RzAK1vHlrlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wSgY2jsH_6I/s1600-h/NOrman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/RzAK1vHlrlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wSgY2jsH_6I/s320/NOrman.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129611893872635474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Norman)&lt;br /&gt;(the pic is better because he doesnt move around much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/RzAJcfHlrkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tH8MVUVvDuM/s1600-h/Alec.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/RzAJcfHlrkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tH8MVUVvDuM/s320/Alec.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129610360569310786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Alec)&lt;br /&gt;(NOt a very good one,took while he was playing basketball,not a very good idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-8075524480588894416?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/8075524480588894416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=8075524480588894416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/8075524480588894416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/8075524480588894416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2007/11/pics.html' title='The PIcs'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/RzAK1vHlrlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wSgY2jsH_6I/s72-c/NOrman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-3852697100267070031</id><published>2007-11-03T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T23:58:12.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROUND 1 !!!DING DING!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/Rywby_HlrjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qFNpeOYvRfI/s1600-h/DSC00753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/Rywby_HlrjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qFNpeOYvRfI/s320/DSC00753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128504638418824754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the guy was nice enough to let me take his pic)&lt;br /&gt;(there is also another one coming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;ROUND 1...DING DING...MUMMY VS VANESSA.. Mummy gains a point for smacking vanessa across the head..Vanessa hits her back across the head..DIng Ding..another point..they are tied..Mummy get pissed and she fires another hit but misses because vanessa quick reaction block it.Vanessa gains a point.I run of the mat..scared like hell.so the war ended ..MUmmy one and vanessa two..VANESSA Wins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAve u been force to not break-up with a guy just so u can go out with everyone and watch a movie.well, i have..she wanted to go watch a movie because it is her 2months together with her bf..and i didnt like the guy im dating now..cause i like someone else..there are actually a few reason why i dont like him.&lt;br /&gt;1.he walks really weirdly..can't really blame him..&lt;br /&gt;2.His smiles crepts me out in a way&lt;br /&gt;3.he wouldnt tell why he gets jealous and he start gossiping behind me to my friend..LIKE A GAL..&lt;br /&gt;4.He was desperate (when a person rejects u once u dont ask the person again nine days later.. and u dont cut urself and skip class because of that person.)&lt;br /&gt;5.he tries to be someone else then himself..and tries to be as funny as that guy but he turns to be lame.&lt;br /&gt;6.His thinking is also inmatured.&lt;br /&gt;7.Lastly, a boring person who doesnt try to join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm called mean because he loves me so much and blah blah..and that it is wrong of me to break his heart..This wad i wanna say..shut the fuck up...when u dont like a person no more, u dont pretend to like him..it is weird..plus, i dont want to marry him..so i see no point in contiuning plus, the rest i went into the relationship was being i pity him..whu noes hw many time he may ask me to go into a relationship with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here my advice for u..&lt;br /&gt;1.dont sound desperate for a girl in ur next relationship beccause nobody likes that..&lt;br /&gt;2.be urself..and try to act like a boy more than a girl&lt;br /&gt;3.stop complaining abt her to another people..just tell her urself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i was going to break-up with him today..but i have to wait because somehw he needs his mummy to talk to when i break-up with him..im just jking..but he needs a guy friend to talk too..have u ever heard of that..like seriously..i dont noe if he is really a guy..and once i break-up with him, im free!!!and i can make him freaking jealous..im mean..but wadever..i dont care abt him..because i have better things to worry abt than a relationship at this moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-3852697100267070031?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/3852697100267070031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=3852697100267070031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/3852697100267070031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/3852697100267070031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2007/11/round-1-ding-ding.html' title='ROUND 1 !!!DING DING!!'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xVwwHWJoQVc/Rywby_HlrjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qFNpeOYvRfI/s72-c/DSC00753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-4589366405550997989</id><published>2007-10-25T22:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:51:58.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We had our final game of the semester and we lost to the Oversea family school.Sucks man..we were leading 6 to nothing in the first half and then I think they caught up in the second half and then they were leading at the end of the four quarter and they won 17-24..Plus, I was freaking mad at JADE G. Such a bitch..she shouted at me for guarding her player.HELOO!! I should have shouted at her and say “have you heard the word called&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;DOUBLE TEAM!!” and if u haven’t, go look it up and learn it. And don’t tell me what to do or not what to do because you don’t know the first thing about basketball and there is no I in team.” I So regretted it big time. I wished I had shouted at her. Because, after that I got pissed and then I couldn’t concentrate and then I shouted at Joanna.. Big mistake. Because she is my friend. I ended up apologizing to her after that. But, jade didn’t. such a fucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After the game, My friends and i, we went home with this really cute guy names alec..Omg, he was FREAKING CUTE! Like his facial expression and that is the day I actually talked to him as a friend more than a stranger. it was AWESOME. but he may know that I liked him and I have like an slight crush on him. Plus, I was looking at him most of the time. I can’t help myself. What can I say he is such a nice, cute guy! He has the nicest, sweetest smile ever. And when he smiles he looks like a small kid..haha..&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now,whenever, I see him, I get to see his cute smile. Guess what!!i’m crazy over him, I’m obsessed over him.Moe think that he is weird.becca think he’s cute and im inlove with hi.I can’t stop thinking about him since yesterday. Vanessa wanted to tell him that I like him..AHHHH!!!..Vanessa is good friends with him, even though that would be a good idea,but I moving back and I don’t think he would like me back in that where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Plus, later time, I got rejected by a guy, even though I didn’t say a word to him, but my big mouth friend did..sobbing sobbing..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-4589366405550997989?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/4589366405550997989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=4589366405550997989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/4589366405550997989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/4589366405550997989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2007/10/crazy-me.html' title='Crazy me!'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-7476598756255111609</id><published>2007-10-17T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T20:57:30.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed off</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Have you ever had friends who were seriously mean and heartless, well I have friends like that in a way.I guess it kinda of Karma cause I did it to my friends in Grade 5,well, cause I acted like a smartass, that what you get in return for acting like a smartass, Heidi. We had this science lab to do and it was three people in a group and so there were four of us and the two ELS girls. I thought ok, two of us would be together and then two with each other and we would pick one ELS girl to work with us. But, guess what I was so wrong, the three of them picked each other and I was stuck with the two girls. They didn’t really help me at all and I was the only doing everything. I told them, what I thought before and they were like I help you tomorrow ok. I was happy because now at least I have help, how wrong again I was. They totally annoyed me, and when I ask Danna if I could look at her diagrams she was like no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;WHAT THE HELL MAN.. Erm. have you forgotten that I’m your friend here? And I don’t think I ever did that to you. When I told them that it hard working with them, they were like we had to work with them the other time. But they had only one, and wasn’t the only freaking person working with both of them. So I got pissed off. I decide to ask Tung yi and she help me and guess what I ain’t good friends with her and she was nice enough to help me. I like so regretted leaving their group.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So during P.E I starting smashing the birdie and they were like why are you so piss, like how dumb can they be. You left me with two people who weren’t helpful at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mum is seriously getting on my nerve, like I can’t stay back at her and come back in peace. She starts nagging at me, hello, I was at school watching a Basketball games and I always do. Guess what, she doesn’t believe me, very dumb. She goes, “I will call the school and ask them”. Well, guess what go ahead I don’t give. I love watching Basketball games, she doesn’t know me, and so she starts saying nonsense, if she knew me better, she would let me watch them. She never use to be like that when I was in the local school, isn’t she suppose to be acting like this when I’m in the local not in a freaking private school!!! Just because, I like being at school and always the last one home doesn’t mean I’m doing stupid things outside. Darcy and Vanessa are boring people who comeback early and I’m not like them. We each are interested in different thing, if she notice, but I guess she” too Busy”. I love sports can’t she see that and I don’t know about Darcy and Vanessa. She never asks me, so how was your game, or bother to come a watch my games. I will make sure that if I go back to Canada and if Isaac, Sam and Ben have any games, I would be there to support them, like a true sister would do or a family member would do.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My Mum is seriously killing me inside; I still love her deeply inside my heart, even though I don’t show it on the outside. She doesn’t even realize it, and she can’t see that our family is falling apart and she still want us to go back to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. What Kind of person is she?? Is She going to miss me?, Would She forget me?, I may never know or I would.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-7476598756255111609?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/7476598756255111609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=7476598756255111609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/7476598756255111609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/7476598756255111609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2007/10/pissed-off.html' title='Pissed off'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-3809159216413971185</id><published>2007-09-30T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:27:21.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im stressed Out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'m&lt;/span&gt; like so stress out..like seriously..My family is in a crisis..my mum and dad still freaking cant get along ..I'm in the middle of the whole situation..being a very emtionalperson..i cant stand the pain anymore and i think in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;depression&lt;/span&gt; stage..i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; in it..but it is just that i get all upset and i cant seem to have fun..though i was kinda laughing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; yesterday..when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; in a quiet place,i think about and when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;noisy&lt;/span&gt; place, i cant think straight and i get all stressed out.. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; what to do..and hearing that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; hates my mum i get all hurt inside..though my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; words were right..that my mum had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of time to spend for this man and she was always to busy to spend time with us..how is that possible..it made me think she right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and i hated her for that..but then i realise deep down inside she is still my mum and i still love her.even though i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel the love from her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; though my dad has become a really cool guy because he let&lt;/span&gt;s me hang with my friends,HE LETS ME HAVE A PHONE,which i never expect in a million years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt; happen to me,lastly,i feel the love from him..But, all of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; make the pain in my heart fade away..i cant stand anymore..i almost broken down in class just now,after spending so much time on a my isometric drawing and it turns out i did it all wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; how long i can go on with this,i guess i need someone to talk too really badly and can give me some advice to handle this situation..i have Fiona, but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; wanna talk to her,cause i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt;,she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; really pay attention to wad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying my best to not think about it to much,but if i sit and day-dream that is the thing which enters my head..now,it seems that i cant love anyone..i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; if i still love my bf..and all my crushes..the love inside me,has just left me..just like that..it seems like i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;noe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the word love anymore...i was crazy over this guy but now as i write i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; him anymore..and i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;becoz&lt;/span&gt; of this problem..it destroy the love i had in everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum did the mst meanest thing by taking away my bank book,and i can't redraw money to spend on myself..but,im going to get it back..no matter what..and then she cut my money to half of what i was getting..i imagine if my dad wasnt on my side..i can believe i wud be living in hell  right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6189529263319981899-3809159216413971185?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/3809159216413971185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=3809159216413971185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/3809159216413971185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/3809159216413971185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-stressed-out.html' title='Im stressed Out!!'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-9058775800156946241</id><published>2007-09-22T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:36:09.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A heart attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday, I got like a heart attack..This dude was like staring at me which I thought was kinda normal becoz I thought he was waiting to get something..after he bought his food he ask wad race am i.. I told him as again it was normal cause he is not the first person to ask me that.Then, khamis came and he said “u noe ur very famous, this guy ask me to sit down with him and he ask everything about u” i laughed,,then, I saw the same guy whom I serve and I knew it was him but just ot confirm, I ask khamis if that is the guy and he was like ya.i started laughing..and I didn’t think much..then came closing time..i was counting my money..then khamis told me he was waiting for me outside..i seriously got scared and I was like omg.i don’t wanna go hom.. then another guy came and told that this guy was looking for me. I almost cried I was seriously scared. Then, I went to floor to meet my friend.the dude was there,he wanted to talk..i was still scared..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He wanted to be my friend..but lucky me I already got a guy..and I told him that I was attached..haha..and lucky my guy wasn’t there cause I don’t know what wud have happened.but I noe something not good.he was like so how many days have u guys been together..erm TWO..haha..and he was like “shit,im two days late and I was like erm ya...” “he is a guy from ns who is 20” please, I will never ever again go for a guy who is like so much older than me.maybe when im abit older than ya.haha.. i gave my number, because he wanted to be friends. I have no problem with that.. The guy went heading towards the mrt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;We left for the bus-stop and like a few minutes later, he appeared. I was like is this guy stalking me or something..if he is then, I made a big mistake by giving him my number. he was like I didn’t get &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; msg.. he wanted to go for coffee at 11 at night?? Then he left, and the guys were &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; guy isn’t here and I was like im not lucky that he was not here.. I made khamis follow me and wait with me till my dad came..cause I was freaking scared..even now, as I write I’m afraid that wen I leave my house I may meet this guy and I will have to think of an excuse to tell him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; lucky that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Argh!!life is really scary. especially if like perverted old man comes up to u and ask you if u have a bf..ewwww!!!!&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/6189529263319981899-9058775800156946241?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-2573569027158890426</id><published>2007-09-13T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:11:39.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;My dear friend,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kaori&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chan&lt;/span&gt;...has gotten her heartbroken,i feel her pain,deep down inside..maybe because i like him too...by i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; crazy over him..but,wadever...MOE told me not to tell her..but,it hurts really hurts me and i wanna share her pain..but i cant..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;!!!all i can do is smile and said can i hug u..that the only way i can confront her..&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That guy is like super super hot..he plays &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;basketball&lt;/span&gt; and has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt;..i not a big fan of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt;..but he is hot..and he liked this gal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;named&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hyun&lt;/span&gt;-ah..and that freaking gal knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that the&lt;/span&gt; guy liked her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kaori&lt;/span&gt; liked him..so she started flirting with him.NICE RIGHT!!and guess wad she has a freaking bf...wad a flirt,player and a bitch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kaori&lt;/span&gt; is like freaking brave..she liked asked him out but she got rejected...sad..but she is strong and i will always be there to support even though she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt;..I wanna go up to him and scream at the dude and ask him why why???but i guess it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt; make matters worst and also you cant force a person to like you...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But,i think that guy is the perfect match for her..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nessa&lt;/span&gt; said that he is such a gentleman..omg...if only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;evry&lt;/span&gt; guy was like that..Then, i started liking this guy named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;erfan&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;,his eyes are like freaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;gorgeous..haha..it doesnt suit his face..cause first his an asian i think..so ya..and his body is like WOW!!!haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;but,life goes on..and on and on...and i dont think he will accept me..but i get to see him everyday from 1010 to 1115 because he has lunch while i have pe..wow..but, i dont think he notices me..haha..anyway, i rejected this guy and he likes cut himself..i felt bad..but,we are still friends..and i tried y freaking best to make him happy and i guess he is..i still have towait till &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6189529263319981899-2573569027158890426?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/2573569027158890426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=2573569027158890426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/2573569027158890426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/2573569027158890426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2007/09/gossip.html' title='Gossip..'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-1161288108288107747</id><published>2007-09-05T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:13:09.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last one..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;well, the truth is finally out..and his answer to me was "he doesnt like me,he treats me as he good friend."and guess wad he likes liyana my good friend..i couldnt believe my ears.but,i knew it..everytime,she plays with him i tell her that he likes her..and i guess i cursed myself..and i was the last one to know AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her,that he is a nice guy and that she should go out with him because another guys have broken her heart and i noe he would treat her good..i made her promise me that she wont be lovey dovey with him in front of me and think about going out with him.Since,many girls had busted him,she could his first who didnt.but,she was afriad he wud to her.So,i made him promise me he would stay true to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have to get on with life..hopefully, i can forget about this.When,i got home,i couldnt sleep..the scene kept on playing in my head over and over again.Things are going to change after this and i think it has started..she didnt come today for the meeting and she promise me she would..i do everything to made her happy..i didnt even force her to come home with me because i didnt wanna spoil her fun..but,she couldnt keep her promise as to come to the meeting..which upset me alot..i feel betrayed..but whatever..i guess friends come go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed her the most yesterday on the way home..and she like totally ignore my msg..i dont noe what to think now..my heart is bleeding in pain..i wanna scream,cry and stab my heart..so i cant feel this hurt anymore.&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/6189529263319981899-1161288108288107747?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/1161288108288107747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=1161288108288107747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/1161288108288107747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/1161288108288107747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-one.html' title='the last one..'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-105133253972402648</id><published>2007-09-04T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:07:24.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGRY PARENTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I guess the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; leaving this country has come true..no more lies,no more maybes or no..Now,it is a conform that im leaving..and when is that in a couple of weeks..now it is for a different story..i thought my family would be different from all my friends but it mine turned out the same..Like every other western married a singaporean end up having a divorce..i thought my mom and dad love each other so much and that could never happen to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL,guess wad heidi u were freaking wrong..ur parents hate each other since saturday the 1sept..i didnt noe that it wud become worst after saturday and dad found out..wow such a suprise...i told liyana that if my dad and mum leaves i may stay in singapore or canada..but i cant choose between both my parents becuase i love them both..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part was seeingmy dad break down in front of me..like omg..that the freaking first time im seen him so freaking upset..i think my mum like stab him right in the heart..Like freaking seriously.when i saw him so upset,i coldnt stop crying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i told was liyana,zak and rebecca and fiona..zak and fiona are like me.they have like singaporean mum and a western dad..and their parents marriage didnt last long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting in a new skool all over again plus in a country where people are totally oppsite of me..i dont think i will get along with them..epspecially the western or popular people..argh!! i going to have a hard time living through high skool..PLus,i will be far away from nessa poo..i don noe if can live without her not being around with me..boohoo!!! why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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PARENTS'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-4973879951244244435</id><published>2007-08-31T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:18:45.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A message to my BEST FRIEND!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;dear bestie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there for me no matter wad..ur there when im in danger or u know that something bad is going to happen to me..you guard me and protect from evil villians.You walk with me to the bus-stop to make sure im alright.you sleep below me to protect me from evil villians.You give everything,your love and life.When,i should up at home,your there to welcome me home,but i ignore you.You walk off thinking what did u do that im treating in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in return,i won't even touch because of the smell you carry.because ur not perfect.i don't think i give you all the love that you have gave me.I hate myself seeing you sad,pain and not being you.I not fit to be your best friend,i noe u can just leave me anytime..I know i shud treasure u now,cause when ur gone, i will regret it..and when that time comes,it wud be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit in front of me,smiling at me and i smile back and then i walk away for a few hours before u see me again.U feel bored,u want to run,be entertain but im not doing a very good job.I wish u could forgive me,but even if u do,i won't noe..I LOVE YOU with all my heart and losing you will be the saddiest thing that ever happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-4973879951244244435?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/4973879951244244435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=4973879951244244435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/4973879951244244435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/4973879951244244435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2007/08/message-to-my-best-friend.html' title='A message to my BEST FRIEND!!'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-4027294211671399162</id><published>2007-08-25T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:33:00.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; hates me..We didnt talk at all during work..I wont even touch any part of him.and he wont to me either..but,when i came to work,i saw him staring at me..well, i dont noe if he was but he was looking at my direction..and i dont think he was staring at the manager..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told liyana that he was going to confront me yesterday and he wanted to do it at the counter.Then,liyana said arent you afriad she wold cry at the counter..he was like no..liyana your heartless and he said yap..omg..his heart is seriously cold-black..argh!!but the funny thing is that i couldnt stop laughing..i dont noe wad the hell i was laughing atbut i noe i was just laughing at nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,i did the topping up and there was like a lady asking if the counters were open.i was freaking lazy to take an order.so i decide to do the toaster master cleaning.he came out of his hiding and he looked at me and i looked at him.but the sight of him looking at me made me feeling heartbroken inside..because i noe the truth,while i think he think that i dont noe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda blow everything..i had a feeling he used to like me cause if he didnt he would have totally ignored me like yesterday and i irrated him by asking him question when he asked me one..while,wadever..i think he would have chose the other girl,i wish him all the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having a heart-attack when it came to closing.i wanted to leave so badly but liyana told if i leave he is going to think im a coward, so i didnt..then,at the bus-stop i just like sit there till he wented home..and i realised that he was the coward..not me..i was waiting for him to confront and he stood me up..but i guess he is going to tell me today..cause im freaking lonely today..i dont have any friends to go home with.argh!!i'm seriously going to die..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-4027294211671399162?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/4027294211671399162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=4027294211671399162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/4027294211671399162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/4027294211671399162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2007/08/he-officially-hates-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-4224110421248599664</id><published>2007-08-23T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T05:52:29.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;i freaking hate my mum..sorry..but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; like seriously mad at her now..just because i come home late..(6pm)she gets angry at me and freaking thinks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; up to something..and she decides to take my phone back..fine!!when, she can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;communicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; with me.then to bad for her..i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" &gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; give,i make sure,i come home freaking late,so she gets mad and then i tell her i have no phone to call her and no tens cent..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" &gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;,then i hope she will give me the phone back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; then,she use her freaking annoying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" &gt;tactics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; to try and threatened me to faster give her the phone..but i couldnt cause i needed to delete my msg cause there were freaking msg which i dont want her to read..she got mad and starting saying..fooling around again.i was like wadever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;so later,i try to explain,that i needed the phone because my boss needs to call me..and she was like she can call me..like hello..u flying to brunei,how is she going to call u..i make sure that i call her when she teaching and make sure the volume of the ring tone is freaking loud..then it wud interupt her class..haha.i just so mad at her rite now..but i hope i will get the phone back soon..if not nvm..i just get a new one..haha..i have the money...i hate you until u give me my phone or i will never talk or listen to you..ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;PS..i noe i sound really mean..but she just gets on my nerve..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6189529263319981899-4224110421248599664?l=incompletedsentence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/feeds/4224110421248599664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6189529263319981899&amp;postID=4224110421248599664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/4224110421248599664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189529263319981899/posts/default/4224110421248599664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incompletedsentence.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-hate-you.html' title='i hate you'/><author><name>Day-Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09903856218945597281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189529263319981899.post-5837638933371743248</id><published>2007-08-22T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T05:08:50.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;School started last week, it was like totally boring cause like i not in the freaking same class with anyone i wanted to be with.So i'm kinda mad..Now,i'm kinda ditching joanna and danna because of wad they did last year.haha..i'm a meanie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway,back to the guy i have been cushing on.I found out from Liyana that he freaking hates my attiude just because i wanted to know the question really badly..i was seriosuly acting liek an idoit in front everyone i knew..FUCK..and i also found out that he doesnt like me at all.While, i heard he can't choose been this girl and me..but whatever..well, liyana asked him to come out clean with me..and i think he will this friday..i hope he does cause im going to be freaking angry at him..i already am..this wad im going to say..the words you are telling me,don't hurt no more.cause there is no more space for this hurt to go and hurt me again...then, i will ask him..wad have i done to him that he has to hurt me this badly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;he is afraid that i will get heartbroken by his 
