<?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-20392677</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:31:50.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever stoped today</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20392677.post-115943899594915126</id><published>2006-09-28T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T06:59:14.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Daddy's girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh i love my dad.&lt;br /&gt;we had a yongtaufoo date yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;than we went to look for the Johnny Cliff cd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: lets check the price first&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah good idea, in case its like 50 bucks or something&lt;br /&gt;Dad: you can have it if its less than $25&lt;br /&gt;Saleslady: that'll be $24.95 please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us burst out laughing&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; saleslady gives us stupid face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-115943899594915126?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/115943899594915126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=115943899594915126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I played like shit today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some nice woman sent me this link.  &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/76562/always_look_on_the_bright_side_of_life/"&gt;http://www.metacafe.com/watch/76562/always_look_on_the_bright_side_of_life/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me feel better (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-114087611743215539?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/114087611743215539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=114087611743215539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/114087611743215539'/><link rel='self' 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dooper early for training. left redhill with out lao po. got off at redhill cause we nice souls were feeling guilty. training was slack. after training confronted her. please take the hint. we are trying to be nice here. went jurong point after training :D hazel, shyan, nat, fangying, nadiah, and me ate macdonalds. i can feel all my lipases working overtime. (i've been studying science) went toysrus after. played with frogs and bananas and extra long floaty things. rushed home, rushed a shower, rushed to cityhall. met up with the crazy daisies. had a very " relaxing gathering" (quote celeste). got home at like 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;studied. science. bleugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;common test. i made up some words cause i couldn't remember what the real words were. went for St nicks match. ate at prata shop. we hockers serioulsy overwork our lipases.  coach was like so super funny la. he was talking all gay, then fangying said we will be seeing him in thailand. like OMG!!the hockey was superwooper. nice hits. nice everything. got home superdooper late. so there goes my plans to study maths. watching some show on channel 5. amusing. this post is superdooper random. and  i feel superdooper. ok sarah time to cut the faeces :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-114044083200249664?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/114044083200249664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=114044083200249664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/114044083200249664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/114044083200249664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/2006/02/friday-happy-birthday-xinshyan-my-babe.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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-20392677.post-114008685008618655</id><published>2006-02-16T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T02:47:31.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CELESTE THE ROCKSTAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;your like so old now. soon you'll be the one in peacehaven making the beaded cross. oh and i am very sorry for passing the sick germs to you :( but i'll make up for it somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass run was refreshing with all the don't know what chemicals flowing through my brain. that was soon lost in maths. rubbish la keong. i hate BIO. filling my brain with to much information. every single thing has a very long difficult to remember name that we must remember. lit so slow, we spend so long on such an uninportant section. chinese test. chengyu part was ok. everything else URGH. whoever came up with comprehension and fill in the blanks should be burned. english. did the total defence play. amusing. pbl thanks teran for changing place with me so i didn't have to endure HER. no thanks to miss chan for making HER move back. went delta. we hockers seriously no life, go pitch how often? but it was fun. swimming pooled. gymed. got kicked out for using my blouse as a towel. i don't pay $1.50 to get kicked out WTH !! went to the pitch stoned. went to redhill with xinshyan and natasha. had nice conversation. they make me smile (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe its my fault but we must try harder 5months ain't enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you sacrifice your not really losing something, you are passing it on to someone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- the five people you meet in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-114008685008618655?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/114008685008618655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=114008685008618655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/114008685008618655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/114008685008618655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-celeste-rockstar-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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-20392677.post-113999640631467890</id><published>2006-02-15T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T01:47:27.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ok so i am one day late. thank you ALL so much for the lovely presents. i really adore them all and i look forward to burning of all the sweets (: mr keong gay scolded me for having sweets on my table bet he is just jealous. had some talk in the hall. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY SINGAPORES WE CAN PUT IN LAKE TOBA OH AND LETS HAVE A BILLION DOLLAR BRIDGE TO BEUTIFY THE WATERFRONT. went for om and missed pinkie DAM. the teacher was pmsing and was angry cause i had to go doctor to check my voice out. WTH. went tiong with celeste to buy vday presents for the dasians. then went home. doctored. but the clinic was closed.&lt;br /&gt;today, my mum decided that i was sick for too long. so no school for me. for the first time i think she saw through the charade, she knew i was getting better. but she also knew i needed a break. i finally saw how much you guys really cared and i am guilty for all the stuff i have done. you love me you always have but now i feel it for you to. a feeling i haven't in a long time. i waited a long time and got told i was suffering from something with a very scientific name. got pretty coloured pills. funny how something so pretty can taste like shit. i did quite alot of studying today, i am dam right sick of letting myself down with the shit marks i have been getting. i must work harder. i must. there are 9 million bicycles in beijing but 4 million people in singapore. random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oh and I dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i dont know what he's after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but he's so beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;such a beautiful disaster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and if i could hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;through the tears and the laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;would it be beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;or just a beautiful disaster&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/20392677-113999640631467890?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113999640631467890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113999640631467890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113999640631467890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113999640631467890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day-ok-so-i-am-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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-20392677.post-113983544830424709</id><published>2006-02-13T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T04:57:30.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;went crazy of french boys that sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;had training. poor lynette. WEAR YOUR HELMET NEXT TIME!! went to jurong point after for lunch. fun fun playing with MT Fuji's :) went cut hair like FINALLY. met mommy and went home. bathe. changed in less then ten minutes then went to orchard to meet celeste and jaey. bought shona present. arcaded. met more ppl. the very nice wynne carried my bags :D shanna tried to carry celeste's handbag. failure! took neos with 11 ppl!! cabbed down with wynne shanna and celeste. and some how managed to get their late. ate. played. danced. at tons and tons of fun. partying just the way uh huh uh huh i like it uh huh uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;i lost my voice. and so stayed at homed and pretended to do homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;my voice didn't come back. thanks celeste for helping me ask questions appreciate it. thanks to those who wished me speedy recovery and to those of you who secretly wish my voice will stay like this longer so you can make fun of it. URGH. went to watch seniors match today. against sengkang. Shyan and i were the video man for the first half, i bet the film will make it to the US bockoffice, then again it might not. the game was well played, both sides made mistakes, but the final outcome was satisfying. 0-0. watched a bit of the st nicks match. it just hit me. we have less than 6 months. oh sheesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113983544830424709?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113983544830424709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113983544830424709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113983544830424709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113983544830424709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/2006/02/friday-went-crazy-of-french-boys-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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-20392677.post-113948793748215365</id><published>2006-02-09T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T04:25:37.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went peace haven yesterday CHAN kept picking on celeste and me. if our shirt is untuck just ask us tuck in can, no need to make us what go behind and tuck in, and then you complain when we go behind. WTH. but bus journey was fun. shall upload the pics one day. i want an ipod!! however i am a total faliure when it comes to opperating one plus i don't print money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lost most interest in studies. god help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for fitness today. didn't do that much. but i am proud that we managed to resist the temptation to go town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chermaine was so nice to cab with me to orchard to drop me at orchard. thanks girl :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113948793748215365?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113948793748215365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113948793748215365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113948793748215365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113948793748215365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/2006/02/went-peace-haven-yesterday-chan-kept.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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-20392677.post-113923293841901135</id><published>2006-02-06T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T05:35:38.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is this the real life-Is this just fantasy-Caught in a landslide-No escape from reality-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;stayed back for house practice. went tanglin macdonalds first. ran 2x800m i like running with sec 1's. ran 400m. got into discus? somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUNG(:&lt;br /&gt;had training in school. must work harder. went queensway after bought some shorts to replenish my dwindling collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;went to watch i not stupid too. yes. i cried. once. nearly cried once. "what have you done for your father" and the part when the son said i stole to buy one hour of your time. like the show was really cry laugh nearly cry laugh laugh.... played blackjack after. with one cent coins(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;lessons were spent surfing net. like i have no attetion span nowadays must buck up. must. geog test urgh. swimming was cancelled due to unforseen acts of nature (not rain). went towning with hazel, xinshyan, fangying and chermaine :D&lt;br /&gt;sat in KFC but ate burger king. lingerine who??? walked around and found a lingerine shop which sold holey underwear. amusing. sat in the cafe opp. the fried mars bar place. had brownie and waffles. instead of excerise we ate unhealthily but heck. and i made hazel spit out all the water she was trying to swallow. i am super pro man :) oh and we rubbed the mess onto the faces of the people we didn't like. which was like all those near us. oh and we graffitied the wall. legally of course.&lt;br /&gt;don't cry because its over, smile because it happened :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i wasn't there for you. it would have bee awkward you know. sorry. i really wish i could have solved your promblems. if only i were a super hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113923293841901135?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113923293841901135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113923293841901135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113923293841901135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113923293841901135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/2006/02/is-this-real-life-is-this-just-fantasy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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-20392677.post-113888917992911521</id><published>2006-02-02T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T06:06:19.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday&lt;br /&gt;was a :):):) day&lt;br /&gt;lit bleaugh eng bleaugh pe bleaugh samat was grumpy made us run but never mind must get fit get fit.. cs ok maths bleaugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked home with teran all angry that i was going home early. no training. no outing. no anything. when we bumped into xinshyan who didn't feel like going for tution... so teran and shyan talked and some how we ended up going my house to swim. we fried nuggets for lunch, i mean xin shyan and i fried nuggets for lunched while teran watched and walked up and down. it was dam nice lah and xin shyan ruined my pretty arrangment on the plate. then we went swimming in MY nice hockey shirts. any way we had lots of fun and we did dares and sun bathed without the sun. and we went playground and we did lots of stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;home ec made an edible pizza. edible. science bleugh. english bleaugh. geog bleaugh. i really must try harder to enjoy lessons. had common test. urgh. i think i did really horrible.oh well. toopid celeste has got this song stuck in my head. it is like about a screwed family, no wonder it makes so much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMOTIONLESS - GOOD CHARLOTTE&lt;br /&gt;Hey dad&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing to you&lt;br /&gt;Not to tell you&lt;br /&gt;That I still hate you&lt;br /&gt;Just to ask you&lt;br /&gt;How you feel&lt;br /&gt;And how we fell apart&lt;br /&gt;How this fell apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy out there&lt;br /&gt;In this great wide world&lt;br /&gt;Do you think about your sons&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss your little girl&lt;br /&gt;When you lay your head down&lt;br /&gt;How do you sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Do you even wonder if we’re alright&lt;br /&gt;But we’re alright&lt;br /&gt;We’re alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a long hard road without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Why weren’t&lt;br /&gt;you there the nights that we cried&lt;br /&gt;You broke my mother’s heart&lt;br /&gt;You broke your children for life&lt;br /&gt;It’s not ok&lt;br /&gt;but we’re alright&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But those are just a long lost memory of mine&lt;br /&gt;I spent so many years&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to survive&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m writing just to let you know I’m still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days I spent&lt;br /&gt;So cold, so hungry&lt;br /&gt;Were full of hate&lt;br /&gt;I was so angry&lt;br /&gt;The scars run deep inside&lt;br /&gt;This tattooed body&lt;br /&gt;There’s things I’ll take&lt;br /&gt;To my grave&lt;br /&gt;But I’m ok I’m ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a long hard road without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Why weren’t you there the nights that we cried&lt;br /&gt;You broke my mother’s heart&lt;br /&gt;You broke your children for life&lt;br /&gt;It’s not ok but we’re alright&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But those are just a long lost memory of mine&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m writing just to let you know I’m still alive&lt;br /&gt;And I’m still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I forget Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;and this time I’ll admit that I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Said I miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113888917992911521?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113888917992911521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113888917992911521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113888917992911521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113888917992911521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/2006/02/yesterday-was-day-lit-bleaugh-eng.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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-20392677.post-113872059533384667</id><published>2006-01-31T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T07:16:35.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did I disappoint you or let you down?Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?&lt;br /&gt;- good bye my lover james blunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that song does something to me. i am telling you that verse line and the chorus. they affect me. they just do. went to watch memoirs of a geisha not as good as i was hoping but alot of sense was pushed into me during the film. the 2 hours over spent watching the big screen ensured my home work was not done. then had open house immediatly after. so am desperately trying now. and as you can see i am easily distracted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113872059533384667?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113872059533384667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113872059533384667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113872059533384667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113872059533384667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/2006/01/did-i-disappoint-you-or-let-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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-20392677.post-113863632052398441</id><published>2006-01-30T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T07:52:01.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We must embrace pain and use it as fuel for our journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Went  bike riding. went shopping. bought nothing. there was this dilussional woman in carefour. she was like sitting on the floor by men's socks talking to herself and just staring. we came up with stories bout her. like she was this really hip druggie from vegas who got on the wrong flight while she was high. and since singapore is so clean, she was suffering from redrawal symptons. i prefer she lost/broke up etc.... with her husband so was reminicing by the men's socks. she had to be wheeled out in a wheel chair. i feel really bad for just watching but really what could i do. carefour was practically the only shop open in the whole of plaza sing. how pathetic. CAREFOUR of all the shops CAREFOUR. went to next doors after and made up for the lack of cny goodies in my diet. i had bahgua and pineapple tarts and love letters and tiramisu (which is not really chinesesy but it still taste like whoa) i can feel my fats bubbling. then went for a bbq. i played street soccer. i shall upload pics later. and i never would have thought i get my butt kicked by 6 year olds. any way... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;do you know how much it hurts when you do so much, you show so much concern, you get worried sick and you come back to an ungrateful twit. and i never want to be like you. i never want to take my mistakes out on others. i hope your realised you showed me how incapable you are of controlling your mouth and body. you have no self control. you lash out at me for trying to help. i was trying to help for god's sakes. just take your drunkard self and go away. i feel scared around you. scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113863632052398441?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113863632052398441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113863632052398441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113863632052398441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113863632052398441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-must-embrace-pain-and-use-it-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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-20392677.post-113854643234941044</id><published>2006-01-29T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T06:53:52.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;highly stressful. i am so far from my goals yet u have such high hopes, expectations. you give me chances and i never make it satisfactory even for my measely self, i can only wonder what u think of me. my mind keeps telling me to do one thing but my hands do another. i can feel your hope for me and i feel i let u down. i ain't prepared for the stress yet i will be though. i swear. i will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was amused by ziya's request for me to ask yj to exchange with her. seems my voice which has gotten me in to shit loads of trouble is finally going to some use. and thanks to the drain my butt has lines on it. tas and i went prata cafe after, excercised for nothing. they totally messed up our order but it was still nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went sentosa today so blardy hot.  i am beginning to miss the rain. Singapore's weather quite screwed. either to hot. to cold. to wet. to dry. never perfect. sentosa was very populated so we didn't stay long. just looked at this dumb flower thing, drove to the beach, couldn't find a parking space so left.  next door's bought this huge plate of cny goodies round and i got a angpao. Yeah. that is one more then last year.&lt;br /&gt;i am super grateful to the selected few who have let me open up like i have never done before. you don't realise how special you are to me. i really appreciate the release of burden. i appreciate the tears  you let me cry the words you let me say and i love the way you make it feel ok. i love you guys so darn much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113854643234941044?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113854643234941044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113854643234941044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113854643234941044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113854643234941044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/2006/01/yesterday-highly-stressful.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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-20392677.post-113837742494151144</id><published>2006-01-27T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T07:57:05.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today today today :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;performance  was very hilarious. the 9 year olds made of plastic just put on stage to make us jealous. and then frogs made to sing. had an EXPERIENCE in the hall ;) and in class. and we didn't spring clean, well actually CELESTE did but no one else . then muacks muacks muacks.&lt;br /&gt;ok then went to be stepford housewifes with natasha, gretchen and tasneem and walked around cold storage pushing trolley. push push. picked up food. and cabbed to my house. then played hockey in the function room. you could tell the guard thought we were going to break something. he kept staring nervously at us. then we went swimming. tasneem + swimming pool = "maybe you could take the photograph's" and i just realised that we took over 150+ pictures. then we got a bit carried awayed. so we saved cooking to the very end and seeing as we only have one suitable pot to cook in we were like taking so long.  and i think all of us should get very very high marks for home econs for learning to adapt to stressful kitchen situations(:&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason ppl started coming on time which just added to the stress. and i kinda screwed chermaine. sorry for making u walk that way. but the swimming pool games where fun , and the pinkie promise is cool and i realised that there are lots of things people keep locked up deep inside the cell of the mind but once they unlock it you realise what friends are really for. and i think it just makes you realise how human you are. and it makes your bond that much tighter. it lifts a burden of your shoulder and it is like nice to know that they'll be there for you. HOCKEY PEOPLE NEED TO EAT MORE you know how much extra food there was. alot. and the very nice sec 4's did most of the cleaning upping and the packing while we ate. but we packed the chairs. all in all this was a nice start to the chinese new year. we should party more often :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113837742494151144?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113837742494151144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113837742494151144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113837742494151144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113837742494151144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-today-today-performance-was-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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-20392677.post-113837422781249101</id><published>2006-01-26T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T07:03:47.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nowadays i can just die of depression. me and nat where just screwed by the time yesterday 6o clock came. and we had nothing to show for it. i'm getting home past 8 everyday. and then there is a big pile of undone homework and a lot of tests waiting for me (thanks ah teachers we appreciate it) . then there is hockey and om and .... URGH. why are there so little hours in a day or why can't  time just pause pause pause pause for ever.                                                                                HI SARAH. TALK ABOUT ME. XIN SHAYN.&lt;br /&gt;TALK ABT ME TOO! (: NATASHA . and this is HUIJUN :D AND, THIS IS HAZEL!BOO!((((:AND GRETCHEN!AND THIS IS CHERMAINE :D; YOUR RIGHT LURH!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE SARAH, AND OF COURSE SHE LOVES US. xD&lt;br /&gt;WE HAD A GREAT TIME AT THE PARTY TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY GOOD TIME (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i kinda forgot to close my blogger post so it got overtaken by all the above and so it is no longer depressing and it is not longer really a post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113837422781249101?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113837422781249101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113837422781249101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113837422781249101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113837422781249101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/2006/01/nowadays-i-can-just-die-of-depression.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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-20392677.post-113801961740688708</id><published>2006-01-23T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T04:33:37.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a very nice weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had hockey, went sentosa beached and luged, suppose to go eat nice food but i was sleeping so they left without but they did dapao, went out for breakfast, then parents went out, i went home thanks to stupid chinese common test. people came over for dinner. so i starved and went to my room and realised that my phone was broken. told my mum and she suggested i buy messenger pigeons like hello PIGEONS! i had to resort to writing notes to lots of ppl maybe i should get a pigeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was ok&lt;br /&gt;home ec. made some cake that i didn't like the taste of. science blah. english blah. i want the nice miss sieow back not the miss kartinie wannabe sieow. geog lost interest half way. chinese commen test URGH. mr keong is such a push over we managed to pursuade him to let us sit at our normal places instead of according to register no. i thought the test was 1 hour but it was 50 mins. so i guess i fail. dam chinese la.&lt;br /&gt;HOCKEY:)&lt;br /&gt;today i collected a lot of injuries. some graduated senior hit a very nice hard ball unfortunately she wasted her beautiful pass on my ankle and now my beautiful ankle looks like ice kachang. all white and blue and red and swollen. and somehow i managed to trip so i hurt my arse and then my toes ....... and then i was ball sensitive during the game so couldn't really play. oh and if anyone has LOST A SKIRT THAT IS XL PLS GET IT FROM ME. AND IF YOU HAVE A SMALLER SKIRT PLS RETURN. i was trying all the extra skirts and they were all xl . i miss my skirt. oh and chermaine wants to go for the skip o level programm:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113801961740688708?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113801961740688708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113801961740688708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113801961740688708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113801961740688708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-had-very-nice-weekend-i-had-hockey.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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-20392677.post-113775359039640022</id><published>2006-01-20T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T02:39:50.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid fat chan. suprising he is slim enough to fit through the gates. he made me put my tablet on the teachers table and he stared at the flashing light. hope he goes blind and falls into the canal never to be seen again. crescent girls have a thing for french boys so music proves. stupid geog test. stupid ying yong wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went tiong after school and thus owe toopid celeste money. came back to school for house party. GO ANTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna eat crab later, i can feel your jealousy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113775359039640022?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113775359039640022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113775359039640022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113775359039640022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113775359039640022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/2006/01/stupid-fat-chan.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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-20392677.post-113757468960158003</id><published>2006-01-18T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T00:58:09.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently stressed and suffering from very serious sleep deprivition. so much so that my hair is falling out. on top of that the drama in school is beginning. and i have lots of undone stuff. i bet by the time i'm in sec 4 i'll be bold. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113757468960158003?l=heal-the-shame.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-20392677.post-113750613635657201</id><published>2006-01-17T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T05:55:36.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>science today dam hilarious. but i realised i don't even noe the purpose of our experiment except that it involves beans and vigourous shaking :) celeste was quited malu ated a lot of times and i laughed until tears poured out continuosly. we were playing with test tubes and she was making fun of mr teo. ahem. and he was behind her and i tried to make her stop but i couldn't because i was laughing to hard. sorry. then when she was vigourously shaking beans he went up to her .&lt;br /&gt;guy with stick in his butt : celeste&lt;br /&gt;celeste:what&lt;br /&gt;silence&lt;br /&gt;silence&lt;br /&gt;silence + my uncontrolably laughter&lt;br /&gt;guy with stick in his butt: your not suppose to have coloured ear sticks right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she takes them out and puts them back when he goes and i just laugh. science is amusing as is maths. i think keong keong got problem lah. i did my formulae wrong but my working was correct but all my answers were wrong. but i still got 4 out of 6 marks. maddness.  but only celeste is complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had om. ok a bit long and we are a bit disfunctional. got a heart renching call half way. thanks kay for the comfort :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113750613635657201?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113750613635657201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113750613635657201' 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are to caught up with hockey to listen in maths, seeing as they do not no the time. meet at 6 30 they come at  6 53. meet at 6 45 meet at 7 01. ayesha is the best man, meet at 6 45 - bell ring she not there, ask her why, quote " i thought 6 45 p.m" pro man pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the wait was worth it:) HAPPY not so surprise BIRTHDAY PARTY JANE NASSIMA HAZEL AND SYAFIQAH. i drew hazel's card and huijun made the other 3 ppl's card. HAZEL better sleep with the card, eat with the card, everything with the card. i put alot of effort into the removable boobs OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog was very horny. (hazel's influence). celeste was making me laugh and stupid stuff was making me laugh. and petroleum is used to make lubricants. how ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr teo didn't come to class. probably getting his stick removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh had common test and the fat ass made me wear back my blouse and he started before i wear back so dam unfair lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOCKEY:) first break was kinda a shock. but game was good. i think i'm becoming a happier person cause i finished my bitches during the walk and during hockey nothing to bitch about. which is a good thing i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then as soon as stc got on the pitch it poured. IRONIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok right here is your paragraph :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERMAINE TAN will always be my right. even when she is on my left she'll still be my right. and she is a really hyper person which goes perfect with my spasticness so we are a very noisy pair. and we both like to sing (LOUDLY) much to the dismay of the others but heck them la. and she tried wearing contacts but due to laziness she wears glasses but she looks better in glasses so she might as well be lazy. oh and her ears don't seem to get tired cause she is a serious good listener. like i can bitch and bitch and bitch and she doesn't seem to mind so that makes her very nice to vent anger :D oh and she owes me a common test card&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113740860630164722?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113740860630164722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113740860630164722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113740860630164722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113740860630164722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-was-happy-happy-day-i-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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-20392677.post-113733002677253153</id><published>2006-01-15T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T05:00:26.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't elaborate on today for fears of ruining surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELESTE won't let me touch her drum set urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that nuisance is slowly leaving my conscience. you know you have such a gd vocab but u let it waste on me cause i'm turning a deaf ear from now on. you don't realise that your tactless words get on people's nerves and i find it interesting how you fail to tell BLAH how you feel toward... ok there is more but as of this instance you are nothing to me nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really appreciate ppl that don't mind my bitches and let me talk. they just listen. and understand. and relate. but mostly listen. like you are always there for me on my rants and bitches and though i'm probably a nuisance you don't show. YOUR WHAT I GO TO SCHOOL FOR (:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAZEL AWWWWWWW....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOUR HORNYNESS IS IRONIC :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOTS OF LOVE 莎拉史密斯&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113733002677253153?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113733002677253153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113733002677253153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;people are all the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we only get judged by what we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;personality reflects ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and if i'm ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then so are you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so are you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really pity you and your inability to think for others. get a dam life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOCKEY:) quite ok. i have mentally prepared for the physicals that are gonna be thrown in our face as soon as b div is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a nice talk with cher all through the training. i think we gossip and bitch alot. but heck she makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAZEL. care group my foot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was to naive to think that we would not be getting homework for a while. but darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;somebody save me i don't care how you do it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113721364933447590?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113721364933447590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113721364933447590' title='0 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well soon so he stop's  walking like he has something up his behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had hockey. me and nassima were late for the walk, but we caught up by walking through mud, which did extreme damage to my MUM's shoes. and that was the start of my screwed afternoon. Cher and i sang bit's off songs and natasha and i relived the past. under the sea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and then this very smart women came late. and wasn't a bit remorseful for affecting lots of ppl's trainings. seniors and us couldn't train easily with less than half off the balls.  she probably doesn't care if we don't train until she comes. i wasted all my phone bills on her. and since when do you come for 3 30 trainings at 4 30.  and fine if you have to stay back in school. but pls if u have any equiptment it is your responsibilty and don't expect to me to read ur mind. ( if i was pshyic i would be reading palms instead of doing exams) least u can do is have the decancy to inform me personally and pass me the equiptment. and i do not appreciate u blaming me as soon as your in walking distance. please la. sorry is the word. NOT " but u should have known" . and this is like the 3rd time. if u are ever near me when i have scissors in my hand buh bye pig tail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then we played one of those satisfying games. one of those times when u have fun, and u feel u did good. and then after training i lost my phone. but really i lost my shoe bag and i was totally screwed. but thank god yusheng took care of it for me before my father had the chance to find out. ok and thanks for helping me find guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have ever had the bad luck of sitting through one of Mr Siow's lessons, you will understand my plight. he has got to be the most long winded fool i have ever met. he spends the whole lesson going through 3 slides and finishes the rest of the 7 slides after the bell has rung in record timing. and somehow he can go from talking about natural resources to water to human waste that is compacted into bricks to marina cove and the best was when we learning about interrelationships. all he needed to say was : e.g earthquakes, hurricanes . however he explained 10 different types of natural disaster, he told us about a girl called tillie, he pretended he was dorothy from the wizard of oz, he even ended up telling us his youngest son is enrolling for ns on the 20th of jan. like that has anything to do with geog. in addition his hands move alot when he talks as do other parts of his body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cca day. got new hockey shirts :) walked around and had a sticking "fight" with a I LOVE GUIDES STICKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and what is with getting us to write reflective journals for maths?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this school is so IRONIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113715156932375499?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113715156932375499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113715156932375499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113715156932375499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113715156932375499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/2006/01/yesterday-poor-mr-teo-and-his-toe.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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-20392677.post-113688091082513126</id><published>2006-01-10T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:15:10.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when will it finally stop raining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stupid rain is affecting everything other than lessons. why. i miss the old kellock building, the floods the leaky roofs, even little drizzle disrupted lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113688091082513126?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113688091082513126/comments/default' title='Post 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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-20392677.post-113681204310654494</id><published>2006-01-09T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T05:07:23.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IF ANY ONE HAS SEEN A BLUE/GREEN/WHITE ROXY WALLET THAT DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU PLS RETURN TO CELESTE CHEW.&lt;br /&gt;put her out of her mysery. do you realise how many people she called/smsed and she lost her wallet so how is she suppose to pay her bill???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the teacher that suggested the test period is so dumb that person should be fired. they do not realise how much confusion they caused, if only they knew. and what is with school ending at 3 on mondays, we end later than sec 3's even. and thus natasha, ayesha and i cabbed to hockey but we didn't realise that the sec 1's were still at the bus-stop so though we were late we were early. today's training was rather pathetic. all i did was run two rounds and less than 15 minutes of basics. then went to help with sec 1's. coach made them play something like captains ball with a hockey ball and trust them to still throw so high. they got 20 mins worth of selection but really they don't look very hockeyish i guess we didn't either. and as soon as they finished it poured and so i had to write blue forms while over the sec 1's kept coming up and asking stupid questions over the rain. like why couldn't they just remeber if i called their names, like i repeated it over and over and people still were confused. then people came and asked if we were going to send them back to school do we look like baby sitting service. and they very smartly forgot to bring their sticks home. so we were stuck with 30 odd sticks. ok enough of venting,&lt;br /&gt;then a whole bunch of us had a "picnic" outside 7-eleven and we recieved alot of stares and made alot of noise but heck it was fun :)&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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-20392677.post-113670036033210814</id><published>2006-01-07T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T22:06:00.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hurt my toe. like the middle section of nail came out so now i only have upper nail and lower nail on my littlest toe on my left foot ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113670036033210814?l=heal-the-shame.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-20392677.post-113668713102007772</id><published>2006-01-07T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T18:25:31.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had hockey(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i played defence. should have seen my face when coach told me. it just changed. i have thus concluded that i prefer to play forward and defence is just not my thing. but i guess it is not really my choice and i'm gonna have to accept change seeing as we have loads of forwards. but when you think about it we have loads of everything. depressed. but we crapped alot(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went tiong after training(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was dam funny. we made a tower of fries and like it was so gianormous. we did the stupid campfire thingy. cha cha cha, wiggle wiggle wiggle. then people who thought sitting resulted in getting fat went for a walk. and me and nat stayed and played e-z link card hockey, it was really fun and i lost just because she does not know how to count scores. and the game came to an abrut hault when that women pushed the card right off the table and under some one elses chair. for like the second time. so maluating. oh wells it was worth the embarrassement. then left. i really hope they create an mrt line from redhill to orchard, so i no longer have to be the only loner taking bus. but the chances of that happening are as likely crescent changing the colour of its uniform. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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-20392677.post-113655496669313770</id><published>2006-01-06T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T05:42:46.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a super long day. spent like 13 hours in school but worth it (:&lt;br /&gt;when c2 sounded ok,  yee wen cabbed to my house and we became sunglasses gals (:&lt;br /&gt;met teran at tanglin and we bought hair spray.&lt;br /&gt;went backed to school, and i'm a very pro hair sprayer&lt;br /&gt;i became a pink head&lt;br /&gt;went for the campfire, the fire was so pathetic like one stupid table candle. the cheers were ok i guess c2 came in 3rd but g1 was really very pro (if natasha reads this i'll get verbal torture)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-20392677.post-113646950025509115</id><published>2006-01-05T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T05:58:20.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling depressed. but i had a good day. nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went queensway after school . Macdonald's (: stupid fun. some idiots any how said that we were watching porn and then they still had the guts to say bye to us at the end and complained when we didn't say bye back. if only we had our hockey sticks. if only. bought shorts and shall be back one day for more. we went back to school for hockey trials. and had to drop at queenstown sec as 33 dun go to the nearer bus stop. and then we walked half way to school when sum one called and said the trials were at delta. and we went to delta. and they weren't there so hazel abadoned us, and syafiqah left with her, and xing shyan, and yeeting. so me and nadia cabbed to school and the trials weren't really worth all the walking and the 2.60 for the cab. but coach was being mean and imitating the sec 1's. so we were well amused. and then it poured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why i am so depressed. maybe it's from lack of sleep or lack of hockey or lack of money&lt;br /&gt;but it is lack of something&lt;br /&gt;just need to know what&lt;br /&gt;will someone just enlighten me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113646950025509115?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113646950025509115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113646950025509115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113646950025509115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113646950025509115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/2006/01/feeling-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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-20392677.post-113638407979526118</id><published>2006-01-04T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T06:14:39.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-discipline talk - GREAT - being reminded of all the stupid rules is just the best day to start the day. and why did they forget to but air-con on the balcony?&lt;br /&gt;-today's P.E was superdooper fun. We ... drumroll... picked weeds! GREAT! THANKS MR SAMAT(:  what type of wierd person considers plucking weeds a form of physical excercise?&lt;br /&gt;-Mr Keong is obssesed with the word "serious" i'm serious about this, very serious"&lt;br /&gt;-1c2 is not that great or enthu or anything, and miss chan has become nice since she stopped teaching us. like why suddenly so nice, must have found a boyfriend, i mean elf. no but seriously i've never seen her so dam nice.&lt;br /&gt;-dinner with Will. and ppl. he is so dam tall. if he grows 2.5 inches he is officially a giant and he gets grants from the brit goverment and stuff. cause you can't really buy size 16 shoes in your local shoe shop.&lt;br /&gt;- oh and CELESTE CHEW is a plan breaker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113638407979526118?l=heal-the-shame.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-20392677.post-113627608717650578</id><published>2006-01-02T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T00:14:47.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so first day of school&lt;br /&gt;was quite ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have already lost my timetable so i'm kinda screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i owe ppl stuff but i can't remeber what.&lt;br /&gt;i need to bring some stuff but i can't remeber what.&lt;br /&gt;screwed screwed screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we lost the c2 heirloom cardboard so no more tradition then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suffering from sleep deprivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwed screwed screwed screwed screwed screwed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='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-20392677.post-113619192012775314</id><published>2006-01-01T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:52:00.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got to get stuff ready for tomorrow. lots of stuff. i haven't burned cd's for someone. let's hope she forgot. i am only going back to school to see my friends. it will feel so wierd to walk into the yellow and blue world that i have so long forgotten. i have a feeling all my teachers are gonna be crap and i am not looking forward to waking up early. and i am not happy about remaining in the g block. why is the school so unfair making us study in such an ulu-ated place. maybe i shall organized a protest with lots of nice people. but we will probably get expelled and that is not the best way to start the year. so i shall continue my vent of frustration and hope that MR GARY TAN, who claims that he always reads blogs,  reads my blog and realises that the school's decission to put sec 1's in the echo block was stupid plain stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113619192012775314?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113619192012775314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113619192012775314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113619192012775314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113619192012775314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-got-to-get-stuff-ready-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14439436709917579073</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-20392677.post-113618822048472282</id><published>2006-01-01T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:50:20.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TERAN (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(so sorry its late i was suffering from new year overdose whatever that is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20392677-113618822048472282?l=heal-the-shame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/feeds/113618822048472282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20392677&amp;postID=113618822048472282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113618822048472282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20392677/posts/default/113618822048472282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heal-the-shame.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-teran-so-sorry-its-late.html' 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