<?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-661941366452610471</id><updated>2011-05-05T00:28:40.244-07:00</updated><category term='.'/><title type='text'>HOTNESS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661941366452610471.post-4058710120377714302</id><published>2007-07-10T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T07:26:52.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RpOWSKqPk-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/7TK5G2QBWOs/s1600-h/family+and+friends+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085573643074769890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RpOWSKqPk-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/7TK5G2QBWOs/s320/family+and+friends+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RpOWSaqPk_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/0O6OBS4hJUI/s1600-h/family+and+friends+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085573647369737202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RpOWSaqPk_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/0O6OBS4hJUI/s320/family+and+friends+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RpOWSqqPlAI/AAAAAAAAAP4/mmXqfrv6n8g/s1600-h/family+and+friends+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085573651664704514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RpOWSqqPlAI/AAAAAAAAAP4/mmXqfrv6n8g/s320/family+and+friends+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello world :)&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/661941366452610471-4058710120377714302?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4058710120377714302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=4058710120377714302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/4058710120377714302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/4058710120377714302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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://bp0.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RpOWSKqPk-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/7TK5G2QBWOs/s72-c/family+and+friends+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661941366452610471.post-538960636604766193</id><published>2007-05-14T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T19:38:32.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;strong&gt;NOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;strong&gt;NOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;boobleeaaah; i want to go shoooppping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-538960636604766193?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/538960636604766193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=538960636604766193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/538960636604766193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/538960636604766193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-you-i-love-you-not.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-4703889239815695721</id><published>2007-05-12T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T11:23:16.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucking blogger is fucking shit, it took farking long to download.&lt;br /&gt;fuck, maybe i should change to livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;HMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://withlovecassie.livejournal.com"&gt;http://withlovecassie.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am i sad? nah, can't be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;am i angry? why should i be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am i happy? hell farking NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i think i'm sad, hai, noo noo, wait, i'm not sad, i can't be sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i thought about it over the weeks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do i like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanted time, i rejected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but then when the time passed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i realised i have been thinking about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i kept thinking; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're going to be there for me when i'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i relied on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i had not gotten you out of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;each time, i tried to hide; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was just running away from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, i kept hoping you walk pass;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i kept hoping i bump into you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i kept wishing i see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i kept thinking about you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i did love you after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i bet you didn't know that;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i thought and i really thought;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanted new;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanted to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was ready, ready to tell you on saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but then; &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; was what you told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so it is over, it really is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the flame has died, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this is how it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while i stay stuck with nothing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you've moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well; good for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you don't deserve me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was selfish, so now when i want things to go my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;things don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life sucks, it really does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;life is selfish and mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you for making me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i loved you, i really reaaaly did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HA; i bet you didn't know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ps; can't time be turned bacck?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-4703889239815695721?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4703889239815695721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=4703889239815695721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/4703889239815695721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/4703889239815695721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/05/fucking-blogger-is-fucking-shit-it-took.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-1657300868321304268</id><published>2007-05-10T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T11:17:11.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; AIPRORTS ARE AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shall blog another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063737400444437362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="285" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RkYCVj1Zw3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qLifbzzcg58/s320/LOVEEE.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;I LOVE &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt; SOO SOOO MUCH &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063739075481682818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RkYD3D1Zw4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/weIaA4MI_iA/s320/47b7db30b3127cce98548f1952d000000027100AZuGjNy0as2Ig.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;juli is my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063737396149470050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RkYCVT1Zw2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/DleCOwSkumI/s320/47b7db30b3127cce98548f10d3e900000027100AZuGjNy0as2Ig.jpg" border="0" /&gt; spastic is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RkYA9j1ZwyI/AAAAAAAAANg/5YxUG0jrkY4/s1600-h/callme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063735888615949090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RkYA9j1ZwyI/AAAAAAAAANg/5YxUG0jrkY4/s320/callme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; call me before you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063735892910916402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RkYA9z1ZwzI/AAAAAAAAANo/LP8hFuKNn8A/s320/ice+cream+love.JPG" border="0" /&gt; ice-creaam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RkYA-D1Zw0I/AAAAAAAAANw/WuKpqruADf0/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063735897205883714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RkYA-D1Zw0I/AAAAAAAAANw/WuKpqruADf0/s320/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look, everyone loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RkMlCT1ZwwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8x0yTMzAf_A/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062931127708795650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RkMlCT1ZwwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8x0yTMzAf_A/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HELLO DEAR; i love you &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062931132003762962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RkMlCj1ZwxI/AAAAAAAAANY/b3b_AghvZ7c/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;let's wait for the next train &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-1657300868321304268?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1657300868321304268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=1657300868321304268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/1657300868321304268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/1657300868321304268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/05/aiprorts-are-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RkYCVj1Zw3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/qLifbzzcg58/s72-c/LOVEEE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661941366452610471.post-109574747462068466</id><published>2007-05-08T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T07:19:06.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;me,lea,clinton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062190804195984098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RkCDtz1ZwuI/AAAAAAAAANA/SN7NHQzIZqU/s320/LOVEEEEEEEEENESS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;let's count down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; more hours till i'll be sitting for my maths paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; more&lt;em&gt; main&lt;/em&gt; papers to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; more &lt;em&gt;total&lt;/em&gt; papers to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;more day till i i can finally chill with my deaaars at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; more days till i officially start slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thurs; i'm going to the airport with hudah evan and juli, will be super fun. serious camwhore going to take place, and we're going to take the sky train. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've nothing to do on friday; i need a date, or maybe not, i can have a shhooopppiing date with my mummm&lt;em&gt;-eh&lt;/em&gt; or maybe i can go full swing on sims2, it really needs update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i surprisingly had fun in tution; it was so amusing la. me, claudia and vivian. i swear crazy people they are. well; we all are. anyway; funnny bicthes they are. ohh myy gaaawwd (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;honey bunny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps; someone tells you they love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will you believe ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will you believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i tell you i love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-109574747462068466?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/109574747462068466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=109574747462068466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/109574747462068466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/109574747462068466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/05/meleaclinton-lets-count-down.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RkCDtz1ZwuI/AAAAAAAAANA/SN7NHQzIZqU/s72-c/LOVEEEEEEEEENESS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661941366452610471.post-7111138176008982303</id><published>2007-05-08T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T02:16:22.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHINESE ORAL WAS WORST THAN JUST SUCKY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was fucky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-7111138176008982303?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7111138176008982303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=7111138176008982303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/7111138176008982303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/7111138176008982303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/05/chinese-oral-was-worst-than-just-sucky.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-4447075107954989160</id><published>2007-05-06T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:18:19.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOOK WHO I TALKED TO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shall not post everything; cause apparently, i can get sued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;IM HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp; aviators &amp;amp; shopping. &amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;ohhh yess.&lt;br /&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp;amp; aviators &amp; shopping. &amp;amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;YUUUUMMYY&lt;br /&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp; aviators &amp;amp; shopping. &amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah babeh&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp;amp; aviators &amp; shopping. &amp;amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;yesss. super hot stuff, you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;i noe&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;i totally agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp; aviators &amp;amp; shopping. &amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp;amp; aviators &amp; shopping. &amp;amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;ohhh i like BHB guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;BHB?&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;wats tat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp; aviators &amp;amp; shopping. &amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;people like you. well WHO CARES you dont have to knoe./&lt;br /&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp;amp; aviators &amp; shopping. &amp;amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh. so do u have a photo of yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;i have a BIG POSTER OF ME in my room(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp; aviators &amp;amp; shopping. &amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;OHH, nicee.&lt;br /&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp;amp; aviators &amp; shopping. &amp;amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;do u have it in the com?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;TONS OF THEM&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp; aviators &amp;amp; shopping. &amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;show it TO ME THEN, hotass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;THERE&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;AINT I HOT?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp; aviators &amp;amp; shopping. &amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;yes, hmm, HOTTTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;i noe!&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;SO HOT!&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;OOO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp;amp; aviators &amp; shopping. &amp;amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, yuuuuuumeeeeeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;YES MAN&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;yes((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp; aviators &amp;amp; shopping. &amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;so, what are u dojng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;SEXY HUH&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp;amp; aviators &amp; shopping. &amp;amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;sexxxxxxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;myspacing&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;otally hot&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;totally HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp; aviators &amp;amp; shopping. &amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;yess, true.&lt;br /&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp;amp; aviators &amp; shopping. &amp;amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;hawwt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;how abt u?&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;watcha doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp; aviators &amp;amp; shopping. &amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;nothing muccch. just thinking how fucking hot you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;i noe&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;OOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp;amp; aviators &amp; shopping. &amp;amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, you'r so fuunneeey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;u too(;&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;ok well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;i gtg&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;talk to u soon k babe(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp; aviators &amp;amp; shopping. &amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;yes, BYEE. see u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;tctc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp;amp; aviators &amp; shopping. &amp;amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh i';ll love to see u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!((:&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;we shall meet soon&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;not to worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp; aviators &amp;amp; shopping. &amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;yess yess, OH SORRRY. I HAVE A STEAD ALREADDY. hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;keep THINKING OF ME(:&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;wat?!&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;WHO???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp;amp; aviators &amp; shopping. &amp;amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;YES, i willll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp; aviators &amp;amp; shopping. &amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;what who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;ur stead?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp;amp; aviators &amp; shopping. &amp;amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;OHHH, why you want to know TSSK SSSSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;jus curious&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;hello?&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp; aviators &amp;amp; shopping. &amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;COME ON&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;ILL BASH HIM&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;OR HER(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp; aviators &amp;amp; shopping. &amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;ohhh don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT SAD&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp;amp; aviators &amp; shopping. &amp;amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;yes u aree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;i have many GIRLFRIENDS TOO&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp; aviators &amp;amp; shopping. &amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;OHHH, im so jealous.]&lt;br /&gt;CAAAAAAAAAAASSSIEE &amp;amp; aviators &amp; shopping. &amp;amp; make me happy. says:&lt;br /&gt;what the fark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing beats having fun with you(: says:&lt;br /&gt;CAN SO TELL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, what the hell. it was a moment of being super flirtious &amp; so fake &amp;amp; dumb/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ps; juli you can't mulit task.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-4447075107954989160?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4447075107954989160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=4447075107954989160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/4447075107954989160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/4447075107954989160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/05/look-who-i-talked-to.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-498596317458097265</id><published>2007-05-04T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T09:31:01.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;so what a week it has been.it's the usual everymorning. i dreeead going into my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fuckyfucktyfucking &lt;/span&gt;class. i swear i really do. so i'm always so glad when there's a traffic jam (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank god it's friday. &lt;/strong&gt;exams have been pure &amp;#@!. i swear. chinese was fuuucking horrible. i was praticaaly staring at the paper; hoping something will appear out of no where. i had to go to the toilet; and joseph was there. and she made me unroll my skirt. WHAT THE FUCK. i felt like a complete NERRRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oral; was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ms yeo: if you're 4 &lt;em&gt;or &lt;/em&gt;5 daughter &lt;em&gt;or &lt;/em&gt;son wanted a pet. would you get him a dog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me: No, im not a dog lover/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH WHAAT A LOVE-ly answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ms yeo: where do you enjoying walking at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me: shopping centers. it's air conditioned. and we can shop will we walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH EVEN LOVELIIERR.&lt;br /&gt;history; was okay. i was panic-ing the night before; cause i thought that i was going to forget all my notes. i hope i dun flunk, that's all. i better not flunk anything. or else; i'll just die. and i'll never be able to go out. HAHAHAHA; then juli will never be able to get her present. HAHAHAHAHA. hmm, good idea. just kidding la. JULI; if you're reading this. &lt;em&gt;CHIIIILLL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; if i do well, i'm going to take up a photography course which is going to be so cool. muummm&lt;em&gt;-eh&lt;/em&gt; already promised me, if i do well; i get to go. (:&lt;br /&gt;well i did recieve some good news; evangeline and claudia is going to part some money into my funds for my topshop shades (: well; they're doing it for my birthday. and i'm so loving them to biitss (: (: (: (: i can't wait to get my shades, seriously. so i don't know what i'm going to do on the last day of the exams. shall i come home and stone? find someone to go out with? HA, i can go to ikea with evan. i want to go with both juli&amp;evan;but juli has something on. TSK. or maybe we'l have our section outin? HAI. forget it. maybe i shall just try my best to get mummm&lt;em&gt;-eh&lt;/em&gt; to bring me out. HMM. then i can get my topshop sunglasses (: YES. i reaally really cannoot wait at all.&lt;br /&gt;it actually is long way more; no it's a week. and time pass super fast. oh mannn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; i really do hate/&lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt; school. they didnt even mention &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; silver. TSK. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; weelyn gave me a shock by telling me about some weird unknow girl; who was sopposed to be in our section. WOW. anyways; thank god she's not in it. whoever she is; she souns like a bitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; band's resuming in two weeks, i think. oh jolllly. yipeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; literature; i had better fucking read.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; i need to shop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)&lt;/strong&gt; i shall go on a diet after exams; and bernice is really helping me out, cause she didnot share with me her ice-cream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7)&lt;/strong&gt; OH, &lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE FUCK&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i feel so random-ish. i created a livejournal acc; and i have no idea how to use it/; dang; im super tired. long day tomorrow. MUGGG. and i'm going to parkway,&lt;em&gt; again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i shall end of with super funny convo i had with dear joeeey. try reading it;i dare you to:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;cass!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;i bet i'm the first to talk to you!&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;HURRAY!&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. yes.&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;that was fast.&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;anyways; JOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;i need help&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;yes?&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;can you help me think of somethign?&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;think of?&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;????????????.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;i have no inspiration at all!&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;goodness!&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;CASSIEISLOVE.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;kidding.&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;emolife.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;kidding.&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;i realised you are always kidding&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;um, joeythegirl.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;iamemojoey.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;okay; sorry. i really am kidding.&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. let's see..&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;45seconds.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk!&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;since joan's 44&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;urs can be 45&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;okay; sorry.&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;so yours can be 46!&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. good idead.&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;mine shall be 46hours.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;AH. urs can be 24hours.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;mine's 45 years!&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;your really funny&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;i cant help laughing&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, eh. good idea.&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;to myseld&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;ilivefor45years.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. THAT'S GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;your hilarious&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;brb brb&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;back back&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;now what&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;yes good i migh just go off; cause my mum's coming back soon okay.&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;45yearsofliving.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;so lame laaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I KNOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;ugivemeaheartattack.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;who's thinner.lj.com&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha; GOOD IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;ohhi'mhot.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;and i replied your comment&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;yes; im going to reply HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;how about .. ilivedfor45yearsbecauseimthin.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN!&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;i know!&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;bob the cleaner!&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;my fav&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;bob the builder&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahaha/ YESS.&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;bobthecleaner is cute&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. yes good idea. must tell me ure link arrrh. ive got a livejournal acc. i made it today.&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;www.withlovecassie.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;serious!&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;mine's&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;i think its that.&lt;br /&gt;egoism is the killer says:&lt;br /&gt;bobthecleaner.lj.com&lt;br /&gt;PS; i regret saying so. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. yes cutee &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mrs joel madden is love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-498596317458097265?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/498596317458097265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=498596317458097265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/498596317458097265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/498596317458097265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-what-week-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-871240564947797076</id><published>2007-05-04T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T08:45:52.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE JOAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RjtRaT1ZwtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/2_tO-lnuLKI/s1600-h/joan&amp;i+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060728118723592914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RjtRaT1ZwtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/2_tO-lnuLKI/s320/joan%26i+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ohh how lovely; this was the first photo for d&amp;d. what a waste; i didnt get to camwhore much. esp not with my roommates; we were as usual, &lt;strong&gt;RUSHING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-871240564947797076?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/871240564947797076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=871240564947797076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/871240564947797076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/871240564947797076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-joan-ohh-how-lovely-this-was.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RjtRaT1ZwtI/AAAAAAAAAM4/2_tO-lnuLKI/s72-c/joan%26i+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661941366452610471.post-3309407825886636884</id><published>2007-05-02T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T09:25:29.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RjmMjz1ZwsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/j3gMatdxz7s/s1600-h/LOVEEEEE..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060230203164967618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RjmMjz1ZwsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/j3gMatdxz7s/s320/LOVEEEEE..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i just realised my friends are so weird;&lt;br /&gt;i realised it after what chelsea messaged me in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;she was like " I KNOW WHERE&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; ____&lt;/span&gt; STAYS, SHE'S MY NEIGHBOUR"&lt;br /&gt;oh my gaaaaaawd; seriosuly.&lt;br /&gt;chelsea; you are weird.&lt;br /&gt;but no, claudia is worst.&lt;br /&gt;in tution she was talking about ___. whaaat the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;oh my god; that girl just polluted an innocent's mind.&lt;br /&gt;TSSSSK.&lt;br /&gt;adel's even &lt;s&gt;weird&lt;/s&gt;; cause she goes to some random person's blog&lt;br /&gt;and tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;juliana is well weird; evangeline is weird beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;ohh myy; what a weird world this is.&lt;br /&gt;but i still love them to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel like going to coffee bean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[/edit]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ADEL IS WEIRD&lt;strong&gt;ER&lt;/strong&gt;. she's the weirdest of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha, see adel. HAPPPY NOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've added it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-3309407825886636884?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3309407825886636884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=3309407825886636884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/3309407825886636884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/3309407825886636884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-realised-my-friends-are-so-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RjmMjz1ZwsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/j3gMatdxz7s/s72-c/LOVEEEEE..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661941366452610471.post-4973344968580881102</id><published>2007-05-02T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T08:55:40.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RjizOD1ZwrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hobLvYqXsFE/s1600-h/YES..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059991235479585458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RjizOD1ZwrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hobLvYqXsFE/s320/YES..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i just realised i know nothing about joel madden; &lt;div&gt;Birth name;&lt;strong&gt;Joel Reuben Madden&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Born;&lt;a title="March 11" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/March_11"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;March 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1979" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1979"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1979&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  (age 28)&lt;br /&gt;Origin;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Waldorf, Maryland" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waldorf,_Maryland"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Waldorf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Maryland" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maryland"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maryland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Music genre" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Music_genre"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Genre(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pop-punk" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pop-punk"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pop-punk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Occupation(s);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lead vocalist" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lead_vocalist"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lead vocalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Musical instrument" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Musical_instrument"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Instrument(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Vocals" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vocals"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vocals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Guitar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guitar"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MYES- 2 down, 7 more to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHINESE SUCKED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope i do well; cause there are so much stuff i'll like to do after the exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) escape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) joan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) juli&amp;evan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) SHADES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) shoopping for dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) photography lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) ping ping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blahh blaaaah blaaaaaaaaaaah. and so the list continues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PSSSS; I REGRET DOING SO, SO MUCH.&lt;/span&gt; I LOOOOVEEEEE YOOUUU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-4973344968580881102?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4973344968580881102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=4973344968580881102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/4973344968580881102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/4973344968580881102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-realised-i-know-nothing-about.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RjizOD1ZwrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hobLvYqXsFE/s72-c/YES..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661941366452610471.post-334933927596816749</id><published>2007-04-30T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T09:39:10.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PIIISSSSSEEED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you fucking little &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;frog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;don't you see? i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;who are you to tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;you don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;neither do i even know you.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is your name.&lt;br /&gt;what makes you think we're close?&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;stay out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;i know what i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;and i know if it's right&lt;br /&gt;or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;STOP telling me what to fucking do.&lt;br /&gt;you think you so pro?&lt;br /&gt;why not go figure if it really is love between you two.&lt;br /&gt;stop mkaing me hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you enough already.&lt;br /&gt;stop coming up to me like as if we're the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;mind your own business.&lt;br /&gt;let me mind my own.&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much for your "care",&lt;br /&gt;but i really don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;you skanky bbiitch.&lt;br /&gt;fuck out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;go fuck your &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;toad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I FEEEEL LIKE WEARING A DREESS AND SUPER HIGH HEEELS. DAAAMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ONE DOWN; SEVEN MORE TO GO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ps; i really regret it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-334933927596816749?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/334933927596816749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=334933927596816749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/334933927596816749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/334933927596816749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/04/piiissssseeed.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-2792722619619889424</id><published>2007-04-28T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T08:59:43.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RjNkVD1ZwqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ScudOj1N1Vs/s1600-h/love+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058497119436522146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RjNkVD1ZwqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ScudOj1N1Vs/s320/love+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so much has happened the past week, and &lt;em&gt;so much&lt;/em&gt; am i only able to take in. i don;t know what's wrong with me; it's either im thinking tooo much; or im not even thinking at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways; mye's are like in 2 days. oh god. i dont feel ready at alll. everytime i try to study; i fall asleep or i get distracted. i haven't been in the best of mood these few days. it's like im always gurmpy and i never want to talk to claudia in the morning; then during asembly i'm okay; in class it's all so fuck; then i'm happy at some random time; and then im back to being super pisssy. oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)i hate your fucking obssesion. all you talk about is ______! WHAT THE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)exmas can kill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)i failed my 2.4; by a fucking 2o mins. pffffft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)i hate the fucking dusty curtains in class. CHELSEA KOH; STOP PLAYING WITH THEM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)I can never trust you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)fucking classmate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;juli and evan came over to my house on friday; sopposingly sopposed to study, we ended up camwhoring. as in like serious cam-whorrring. like wow; i saw a side of juli i never saw. she cam-whores. so it was funn fuunnn fuunnn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to parkway today. i bougght this lovely necklace from diva. oh my; i better start svaing my money. i want my shades. oh no wait nevermind; at least evangeline's going to pay 15 dollar for it; as my birthday present. YESSSS. haha. but i still need to save. after the exams im going shoooping. 1) with juli and evan. 2) with joan. 3) with mummy on my hunt for dresses. i really need $$$. oh and not forgetting my trip to ikea with evan. and my trip to escape with the section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was at coffee club for dinner just now. and i was wearing a pink tank top and a skirt; my gold hoops and the necklace from diva. then i had this convo with a random caucasion/amarican(?) stranger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;*both of us waiting for the toilet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt;: i like your style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;me(shock): thanks. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt;: how old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;me: (thinking; my mind was blank) 13. (damn, im 14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt;: wow, you look older. like 16 or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;me: haha. really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt;: gold really goes well with your skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;me: oh, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt;: do you tan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;me: not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt;: you really should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;me: haha, oh thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt;: i hope im not freaking you out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;*i go into toilet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow; she was like so random yet so friendly. it reminede me of the super friendly americans in hawaii. and there; i go again. I MISS HAWAAI BADD. hai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh; i better go now. tomorrow; i better do last minute revisions. i dont know why but im kinda looking forward tomorrow. god. but i so can wait for monday to come. AH. if only we can stop time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i thought we had it together too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wanted to gain back what i lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so i went for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i love you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but this dont seem to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont see you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont even talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am just not ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no; it's not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and no it;s not the rumours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I MISS YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss the fact that whenever i was bored;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you are the first that come to my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mrs joel madden.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-2792722619619889424?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2792722619619889424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=2792722619619889424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/2792722619619889424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/2792722619619889424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-much-has-happened-past-week-and-so.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RjNkVD1ZwqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ScudOj1N1Vs/s72-c/love+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661941366452610471.post-6964237986128451427</id><published>2007-04-27T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T09:03:42.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RjIclD1ZwpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/RX4jwh0O-oY/s1600-h/JOEL+MADDEN.+HOT..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058136754500518546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RjIclD1ZwpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/RX4jwh0O-oY/s320/JOEL+MADDEN.+HOT..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OHHHHH MYYYY GAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW. SO EFFFING HOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i tried to post; but i'm having a reaaaaaaly bad stomachache. ohhh man. i shall do this tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mrs joel madden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-6964237986128451427?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6964237986128451427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=6964237986128451427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/6964237986128451427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/6964237986128451427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/04/ohhhhh-myyyy-gaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RjIclD1ZwpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/RX4jwh0O-oY/s72-c/JOEL+MADDEN.+HOT..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661941366452610471.post-3455992454605849579</id><published>2007-04-23T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T07:22:23.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO MONTHS AGO; I HAD SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE MONTH AGO; I WAS WITH DORALINE AND JULIANA IN THE PLANE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE MONTH AGO; EVERYTHING WAS SO GOOD IN HAWAII.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE MONTH AGO; BAND WAS LOOOOOVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A WEEK AFTER THAT ONE MONTH; EVERYTHING CHANGED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TWO DAYS AGO; IT WAS ANOTHER WASTE OF TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ONE DAY AGO; I FINALLY TOLD MYSELF I HAD TO STOP SLACKING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ONE HOUR AGO; I WAS PISSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWO DAYS FROM NOW; I'LL STILL BE THINKING ABOU HAWAII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mye's are fucking killing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i finally showed my mum my progress card.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't ask.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-3455992454605849579?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3455992454605849579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=3455992454605849579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/3455992454605849579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/3455992454605849579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/04/two-months-ago-i-had-something-to-look.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-7564760418639269541</id><published>2007-04-21T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T08:59:52.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLEARLY, I STILL MISS HAWAII!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/Riow6Rko6WI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9wdzIflh-bw/s1600-h/d&amp;d..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055907309384427874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/Riow6Rko6WI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9wdzIflh-bw/s320/d%26d..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/Riow6hko6XI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-YTcoRcBl-4/s1600-h/love.+blouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055907313679395186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/Riow6hko6XI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-YTcoRcBl-4/s320/love.+blouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i feel like deleting the previous emo-&lt;em&gt;fied&lt;/em&gt; post. oh my gawddd. i had like no idea what i was thinking. so yes, and i really am not sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells, i shaall blog. the week has been okay. i had my 2.4, and i ran alot. which actually helped alot. i think and well, i hope. &lt;em&gt;it's so funny cause just one year ago; we were nicely talking to eachother, and now we don't even acknoweldge eachother.&lt;/em&gt; oh whaat thhe fark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the past week has been okay. know me or not you probably already know.&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks&lt;/em&gt; to a very little yet big-mouthed frog. oh wells, fuck you. arh, wells.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i lovveeeeee yoouuuuuuuu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the weather has been so hot. and my stupid classmates have like zero consideration cause they never open the windows. IT'S LIKE URG URG HOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i haven't been able to really concentrate in class lately, god knows why. MYE is like one week from now. oh my god. and i still feel so slack. i need to concentrate, harder. i swear; i really need to. like urg. i went to parkway; and i got myself a science assement. haah. i need to study luhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i  bought timberlake's latest album; and i'm so pissed now. cause when i open the cover first time, it broke already. pffft. i shall go refund! i feel so broke now. i dont know if i still can get my topshop sunglasses which i really want which cost 33. oh mann. i need to save anyways, cause i reeally want to go shopping with juliana and evangeline to vivo. i want to go on a shooooping spree with them. so to be able to go out with them; i need to study really hard. somehow;everything still boils down to me having to pass with my mye with flying colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also plan to go out with my dearest daaarlings; weelyn&amp;jolene&amp;amp;joey&amp;jiawei&amp;amp;eda&amp;kayler to ESCCAAAAAPEEEE. finally we can go to escpae; after waiting for god-knows how long. speaking of going out with them. i had lunch with my deaaarrss on friday. after the mrsloh's farewell, which i think was actually quite sad. we went TM, after finally deciding. we had long john's silver; after much thought. oh my. it was sopposed to be lunch; but i swear it felt more like TEA. and like i said we should have just eaten YAKUN, bread and kaya. how nice. but, no. they won't listen. HAHA. it's quite obvious; I HAD FUN. duhh, as usual. FUN FUN FUN. after all, saxophone section is LOVVEEE :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-7564760418639269541?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7564760418639269541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=7564760418639269541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/7564760418639269541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/7564760418639269541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/04/clearly-i-still-miss-hawaii-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/Riow6Rko6WI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9wdzIflh-bw/s72-c/d%26d..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661941366452610471.post-5495216376471095446</id><published>2007-04-20T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T08:41:31.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you came and i went &lt;strong&gt;wow&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i didn't know if it was right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now you're gone and i am &lt;strong&gt;sad&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come everything happens all on one day?&lt;br /&gt;if only time could be turned back.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH, i can't be bothered with anything else for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you sit there thinking;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if what you do is really right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they say good comes after bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so maybe it's not for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but life can't be that bad right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after all; those people claim they got your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or rather they're just bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it's all about being emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-5495216376471095446?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5495216376471095446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=5495216376471095446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/5495216376471095446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/5495216376471095446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-came-and-i-went-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-7062250506073033129</id><published>2007-04-14T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T09:50:11.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was the day. like woaaah, friday the thirteen. whateverrr. yesterday was promotion day as well as the last band session we are going to have with the sec4's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(my house phone just rang; i kinda reminded me of sascha's annoying vibrating alarm.pffffft)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was a boreee. bleeeah. we went to macs since fall in was at 3.40pm. doraline was being hilarious. ssttttuupid man. haha. macs was well okay. it was raining so we had to run in the rain. i felt kinda sick on the bus back to school. half of me felt like puking, half of me felt like crying. dang, im geeting sooo emotional these days. fall in was quite sad, since it was like the last we were going to fall in together as a whole band. sigh, i was like super sad already. then we had the promotion ceremony. it was like super weird. then mrs chua said her thanks, and i started to tear. oh mann. i was probably the first junior to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAMN. i shall continue this another day. i feel so excitied now; getting the gooss out of weelyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;see la thanks to her i can't continue my story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-7062250506073033129?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7062250506073033129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=7062250506073033129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/7062250506073033129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/7062250506073033129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-was-day.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-2721303010526831935</id><published>2007-04-12T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T07:42:45.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/Rh5CFA--nII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AcOxrKOxerg/s1600-h/section+love,+forever..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052548485887204482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/Rh5CFA--nII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AcOxrKOxerg/s320/section+love,+forever..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; see how united we are. i love you guys more than ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was a bore.&lt;br /&gt;our so called section meeting was A BLAST. took like picturreees :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band started off kinda 0kay, no actually everything was kinda like screwed. cause like everrything was going kinda wrong. today was also the first band practise without the sec4's. we had sectionals on sunrise. wow. how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun with eda and joey. we caught joey in the act. super FUN-ness. i swear. arrhh, we were like laughing laughinh laughing. in the band room. what theee. haha. super hilarious la. but i shall NOT say what we were doing there. superr fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say this is like the first tim i really had fun since i came back from hawaii. school's been bloody shit. class been URGH. spc been farking urgh. cause i feel asleep again in her class. oh fuck her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tommorow's the day. i dont know how to stop myself from feeling sad. the seniors are leaving tomorrow. i dont know how the band's going to be like. neither do i know how's the section going to be like. so it is going to be different. im going to miss them. seriously when i first got to know the section,  never epected them to leave. i mean like weelyn and jo have been greatt. seriously,  i am so friiging grateful for them. more than ever. weelyn have been like the most patient senior anyone can ever get; except she gets supeeer annoying. KIDDDING. jolene have been the most friiging encouraging senior i ever met. she's the pne who's always telling us we can do it. sigh, just nice when hawaii broughtus closer, and there they have to leave. OH MAN. i feel lke crying now. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ive been getting pretty emmotional lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;tution sucked; cause i dont like you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-2721303010526831935?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2721303010526831935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=2721303010526831935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/2721303010526831935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/2721303010526831935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/04/see-how-united-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/Rh5CFA--nII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AcOxrKOxerg/s72-c/section+love,+forever..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661941366452610471.post-7842579259345240837</id><published>2007-04-10T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T07:16:03.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) i think im going to fail my effin 2.4&lt;br /&gt;2) IM SO FREAKING PROUD OF MY SENIORS.  i love them to bits. friday's the day for them. arh, im so sad. i think i am going to cry. sriously like yaaah.. im so going to miss all the sec4s. dang and weelyn and jolene and sherri. HAI HAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;freak conversation during home ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ms thanna to xin ning : you're hair so little still want to tie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;xin ning : it's a bun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;cassandra to miss thanna : she thinks it's cool. she wants to be a fashion statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ms thanna to cassandra : why don't you follow her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;cassandra to miss thanna : i don't follow blindly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ms thanna : good answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;cassandra : (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eat your hearts out, xin ning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps; now you're trying to talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after what you did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what do you think i should do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just ignore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have my limits too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and things wil NEVER be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it felt so weird;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;being with you.&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/661941366452610471-7842579259345240837?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7842579259345240837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=7842579259345240837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/7842579259345240837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/7842579259345240837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/04/1-i-think-im-going-to-fail-my-effin-2.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-7516820678740193079</id><published>2007-04-08T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T07:23:32.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was bored so i came up with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;160 things cassie misses about the Hawaii trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) counting down the days to Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;2) annoying and making ezzah gunita and Claudia jealous whenever we talk about Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;3) asking evan and juli what the bringing. etc.&lt;br /&gt;4) miss the feeling I had the day before Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;5) counting down the hours.&lt;br /&gt;6) packing my bag.&lt;br /&gt;7) locking my luggage.&lt;br /&gt;8) taking the taxi to airport in the wee hours of the morning. or night. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;9) having the feeling of going overseas without my family.&lt;br /&gt;10) queuing up at immigration in S’pore airport.&lt;br /&gt;11) carrying my own luggage.&lt;br /&gt;12) checking my own luggage.&lt;br /&gt;13) the moment I said bye to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;14) eating polar café with weelyn and feeling oh-so-nervous.&lt;br /&gt;15) changing places in the plane.&lt;br /&gt;16) sitting with juli in the plane.&lt;br /&gt;17) cam-whoring in the plane with juli.&lt;br /&gt;18) having juli sleep on my shouler.&lt;br /&gt;19) sleeping on juli’s shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;20) having juli so paranoid when landing and taking off.&lt;br /&gt;21) when juli thought that jet-lag was leg numbness.&lt;br /&gt;22) Japan’s lovely airport&lt;br /&gt;23) Japan’s LOVE-LY toilet bowls.&lt;br /&gt;24) Claire’s&lt;br /&gt;25) spening god-knows how long in claire’s.&lt;br /&gt;26) having jo, weelyn and sherri asking me if the clutch is a want or a need.&lt;br /&gt;27) pestering the three of them if I should get the clutch.&lt;br /&gt;28) UNAGI RICE.&lt;br /&gt;29) sitting beside doraline.&lt;br /&gt;30) night turning to sun.&lt;br /&gt;31) filling up my own immigration form.&lt;br /&gt;32) airplane food, okay I don’t miss it.&lt;br /&gt;33) waking to the toilet with juli.&lt;br /&gt;34) the stupid flushing system in the airplane.&lt;br /&gt;35) juli freaking out about the flushing system&lt;br /&gt;36) feeling so proud cause I didn’t feel sick in the plane.&lt;br /&gt;37) boasting about the fact that I didn’t feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;38) wondering if I actually slept on the plane to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;39) feeling super tired when reached Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;40) getting a kissed by a guy. oh, how aloha-ish.&lt;br /&gt;41) feeling so relieved to be on the grounds of Hawaii. finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;42) talking to Evangeline from balcony to balcony.&lt;br /&gt;43) calling juli. but always forgetting her number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;44) having my first mac meal with weelyn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;45) wanting a shower so badly.&lt;br /&gt;46) “choping” to use the toilet first.&lt;br /&gt;47)  seeing all the ABC stores at every coner of the road.&lt;br /&gt;48) the really cute traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;49) the traffic light that is so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;50) the zebra crossing that makes me feel I’m jay-walking.&lt;br /&gt;51)  the really beauty-fulll beach.&lt;br /&gt;52) the super carefree Americans.&lt;br /&gt;53) the super friendly Americans.&lt;br /&gt;54)  cursing all the super unfriendly Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;55)  comparing the Singaporeans to Americans.&lt;br /&gt;56)  comparing the feeling when entering a store in America and in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;57)  the super super nice wind.&lt;br /&gt;58)  the weather.&lt;br /&gt;59)  wearing a jacket.&lt;br /&gt;60)  feeling all the “tremors”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;61)  feeling when I finally get to have a shower.&lt;br /&gt;62) feeling when I finally get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;63) having jo ,weelyn and sascha as my room mates.&lt;br /&gt;64)  BLACK MAGIC.&lt;br /&gt;65)  the look of happiness on jo, weelyn and sherri’s faces when they know I don’t the secret to black magic.&lt;br /&gt;66) the look of saddness on jo, weelyn and sherri’s faces when I finally figured black magic.&lt;br /&gt;67) waking up 15 mins before the time we are sopposed to meet.&lt;br /&gt;68)  freaking out because we’re late.&lt;br /&gt;69) seeing Jo’s super messy hair every morning.&lt;br /&gt;70)  having sashca freak out when she realize she has not brushed her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;71)  Having breakfast at Perry's Smorgy&lt;br /&gt;72)  eating the same food every morning.&lt;br /&gt;73)  seeing jo sherri and weelyn so stone every morning.&lt;br /&gt;74)  study time.&lt;br /&gt;75)  talking to joan in her room.&lt;br /&gt;76)  seeing weelyn and sherri sleep so comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;77)  teasing them with jo.&lt;br /&gt;78)  hearing weelyn hum to her song.&lt;br /&gt;79)  having weelyn shit in the toilet, super stink.&lt;br /&gt;80)  smelling the super stinky deodarant after someone shits.&lt;br /&gt;81)  having sherri coming in to trash my room.&lt;br /&gt;82)  having evangeline’s room just beside mine.&lt;br /&gt;83)  talking to Evangeline from balcony to balcony.&lt;br /&gt;84)  calling juli. but always forgetting her number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;85)  forgetting my own room number.&lt;br /&gt;86)  PRANK CALLING.&lt;br /&gt;87) Waikiki beach.&lt;br /&gt;88) the gorgeous sunset.&lt;br /&gt;89) the food pantry.&lt;br /&gt;90) microwave food.&lt;br /&gt;91) sascha’s annoying vibrating alarm.&lt;br /&gt;92) the stupid alarm which everyone ignores.&lt;br /&gt;93) talking to my room mates before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;94)  weelyn sleep talking.&lt;br /&gt;95)  laughing.&lt;br /&gt;96)  laughing my different laughters.&lt;br /&gt;97)  teasing weelyn about casper.&lt;br /&gt;98)  having our room so messed up.&lt;br /&gt;99)  cleaning our room. finally.&lt;br /&gt;100)  walking god-knows-how many blocks from our hotel to pacific beach hotel with our instruments.&lt;br /&gt;101)  blisters on my hands from carrying my case.&lt;br /&gt;102)  wearing our band-u.&lt;br /&gt;103)  wearing my black “court” shoes.&lt;br /&gt;104)  freaking out about my wrong “court” shoes.&lt;br /&gt;105)  being so emotional before adjucation.&lt;br /&gt;106)  all the support from my dear seniors.&lt;br /&gt;107)  weelyn and Jolene and Sherri and Joan being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;108)  when adjucation was finally over.&lt;br /&gt;109)  the feeling of relief when I came in on time for renegade.&lt;br /&gt;110)  when we stood up and cheered for the seniors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;111)  the workshop with steven Williams.&lt;br /&gt;112)  the combine rehersal with west-rench.&lt;br /&gt;113)  male alto saxophonist from west-rench.&lt;br /&gt;114)  cute guuyssss :)&lt;br /&gt;115)  ala mona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;116)  speed shooping with section and adopted section member, sherri.&lt;br /&gt;117)  spending all I want.&lt;br /&gt;118)  being broke. okay, that’s no good.&lt;br /&gt;119)  feeling so happy to shop without being stopped.&lt;br /&gt;120)  billabong, roxy, ripcurl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;121) m&amp;m cookie.&lt;br /&gt;122)  international market.&lt;br /&gt;123)  and the stupid guy who cheated our money.&lt;br /&gt;124)  all the cute pukka shells, if only I had the money.&lt;br /&gt;125)  all the cheap cheap stuff.&lt;br /&gt;126)  the stupid factory shop, sunpac. blahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;127)  pearl harbour.&lt;br /&gt;128)  and it’s history.&lt;br /&gt;129)  photos.&lt;br /&gt;130) preety rainbows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;131)  being too tired to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;132)  the dinner&amp;dance.&lt;br /&gt;133)  sitting with sherri.&lt;br /&gt;134)  meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;135)  forcing myself to eat the freaking salad.&lt;br /&gt;136)  table manners.&lt;br /&gt;137)  dying from boredom there.&lt;br /&gt;138)  jumping around on the dance floor with evan and joan.&lt;br /&gt;139)  for once feel so proud being a Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;140)  pushing evan and joan around to the cute guys.&lt;br /&gt;141)  go through all the crowd in between cute guys.&lt;br /&gt;142)  the laua.&lt;br /&gt;143)  the scorching sun.&lt;br /&gt;144)  my legs burning from my stupid black shoes.&lt;br /&gt;145)  ABC stores.&lt;br /&gt;146)  command performance.&lt;br /&gt;147)  the time when they announced we had silver.&lt;br /&gt;148)  packing my luggage on the last night.&lt;br /&gt;149)  the sadness I felt when we were coming back.&lt;br /&gt;150)  sitting with juli and dora on the plane back.&lt;br /&gt;151)  eating macs at japan airport.&lt;br /&gt;152)  going into claire’s feeling tempted.&lt;br /&gt;153)  feeling sad cause I can’t buy stuff at japan airport.&lt;br /&gt;154)  feeling the sense of pride when they announce about us on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;155)  feel so proud to be an sac-ian when the congragulate us.&lt;br /&gt;156)  going to school in the wee hours to pack our instrument.&lt;br /&gt;157)  weelyn&lt;br /&gt;158)  Jolene&lt;br /&gt;159)  sherri&lt;br /&gt;160)  when the band surprised me with the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; FARK. I MISS EVERY DAMN THING ABOUT HAWAII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-7516820678740193079?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/7516820678740193079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=7516820678740193079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/7516820678740193079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/7516820678740193079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-bored-so-i-came-up-with-160.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-8859668078468359777</id><published>2007-04-07T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T09:53:01.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;school's a bore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss hawaii.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today's saturday. or rather sunday. whatever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it. i slept in SPC's class. like wow. i actually slept. i slept for like 15 minutes. and when i woke i found her talking about babies. chap6;sex! thank god i woke up, or i swear i would have fallen into a deep deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still miss hawaii. i just came from the airport cause we went there for ice-creeam. heart-pain man. i miss hawaii so so much. i can't believe it. it's over. gone. no more coounting down. it felt like a dream when we reached hawaii. now, it feels like another dream that we're back. arh. i cannot concentrate on my work. &lt;em&gt;hawaii hawaii hawaii.&lt;/em&gt;  today on the way home from the airport, in the car. i was like telling my mum that if she were to leave me in the airport i'll take a flight straight to hawaii. no wait, i think i'll stop at japan first to vist CLAIRE'S. i might stop over at aussie. then maybe to california too. HA. then finally to HAWAIIIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syf for the seniors are like on monday. good luck man. gosh, i got my fingers croosed for them. arrrh. sec4s are going to grad soon too. i can't believe it. they are going to go. NOO. come on, this got to be another dream. siggggh siggggh, im so gonna miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notthing much interesting have been going on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;a week ago i just came home from hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;two weeks ago i was having the time of my life in hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;one week from now 2.4 fark.&lt;br /&gt;three weeks from now MYE. oh goooossssshhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might consider taking my tagboard out. it;s like sooo dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-8859668078468359777?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/8859668078468359777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=8859668078468359777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/8859668078468359777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/8859668078468359777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/04/schools-bore_07.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-3105077073627186757</id><published>2007-04-04T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T07:45:02.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;school's a bore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's still talking about hawaii still. like i swear before we left hawaii, the thing we talked about during recess was about hawaii, now again, it's stil about hawaii. ezzah and gunita are like so annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do miss hawaii. like one week ago excatly, we were still sleeping and in a few hours we'll be going to the luau. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;arrh, i miss hawaii. shiiit, i want to go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i swear there's sth wrong with me. i told evan that i'm over ___.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the reason to it: i finnally know what's cute after seeing the epping boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gosh, and she was like are u being sarcastic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather is farking hot here in singapore. and some stupiiid peopl just wont seem to want to open the doors and windoors. it's like so farking stuffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything back home here is a bore. im so freaking tired i got a hell load of homework i have not done. and i dont know when and how im going to do it. i keep following asleep while doing my homework in the afternoon. there's no band for the whole week, and im sopposed to go catch up on all my homeworrk. i kinda miss band. i just realised that we probably wont be going cca till like after mid-year. oh how sad. and even worst cause sec4s are going to grad soon.arh. and as weelyn said we're probably like never going to play together again. hai, so i guessed the lastw e played together was in the marlin room in dearrr hawaii. hai. how sad :(&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-661941366452610471.post-2213763711974891827</id><published>2007-04-02T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T07:35:00.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today school was another bore. i swear. i have like no mood to go back to school at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what made it fun was when my dearest dearest section surprised me with a present. winnie the pooh. :) i looooove. survey,eh eda? thank you guys so freaking much. i love you all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weelyn mentioned it today; ONE MORE WEEK TILL THE SENIORS GRAD. ARHHH. what the fuck. tsk tsk tsk. sigh :((((((((((((((((((((((( sad sad sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh damn, ive got a hell load to catch up on school work. i better start working super hard, or i'll just die. dang,CASSIE WAKE UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for the pc council interview. mrs tan chose me, oh wells. i dont mind anyways. it was like super scary laaah. gosh, and jo was there. so it was even more scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;oh and i have just remember another thing that i miss about the trip to hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISS PLAYING BLACK MAGIC WITH SHERRI, WEELYN AND JOLENE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS THE FEELING OF FINALLY KNOWING THE SECRET TO THE GAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS THE SAD LOOKS ON THEIR FACES WHEN THEY FOUND OUT THAT I ALREADY KNOW THE SECRET.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH. anyways, those three people are super selfish. so beware.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-2213763711974891827?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2213763711974891827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=2213763711974891827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/2213763711974891827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/2213763711974891827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-school-was-another-bore.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-1115291987512364665</id><published>2007-03-31T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T09:49:03.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sweet sweet hawaii memories :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RhUlvtEK_uI/AAAAAAAAALo/xzWhQlWSPzM/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049984058647052002" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RhJhF1ncNqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/41IJY4ZkWEs/s320/me,juli,celeste.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RhJhGFncNrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/U2aNZofVV9Q/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049204889450460850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RhJhGFncNrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/U2aNZofVV9Q/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/Rg6KnVncNKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5frgcJaxkV0/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048124640751006882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/Rg6KnVncNKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/5frgcJaxkV0/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/Rg6KnlncNLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JXKI4kKd1iI/s1600-h/joan&amp;cassie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048124645045974194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/Rg6KnlncNLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JXKI4kKd1iI/s320/joan%26cassie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-1115291987512364665?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1115291987512364665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=1115291987512364665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/1115291987512364665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/1115291987512364665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RhUlvtEK_uI/AAAAAAAAALo/xzWhQlWSPzM/s72-c/Picture+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661941366452610471.post-6302978613178238856</id><published>2007-03-31T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T07:48:23.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have no regrets on going to hawaii. fark, it was &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME.&lt;/strong&gt; i swear. im back home, dang. it's either the trip to hawaii was just a dream or it actually is a dream that im back home. i still keep thinking about hawaii. ohh mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall try blog about my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left in the wee weee hourrs of the morning. flight to tokyo was not that bad. eventhough it was super sqeezy, but i was lucky enough to be able to sit beside juli. over at tokyo we had a 5 hour transit. had real effin yummmy unagi/eel. damn, it was good. we went walking at the airport , went to the shop claire's. also known as my LONG-LOST-SISTER. fark, it was heaven. if only i had the $$$. i finally bought a clutch. for $11us. god, we spent god knows how long in there. then, it was back onto the plane again. another 6+ hours of feeling super squashed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time i felt so proud to be on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;1) i didnt feel i single bit sick at all.&lt;br /&gt;2) the pilot announced about us "st anthonys .... blahh... hawaiii..." that sort. super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLLYY we reached hawaii. super jad-leg. ps; juli thought jed-lag was when your legs get numb and that. JULLIIII. we could not check in to the hotel. so we had to kill time by walking down the streets. i was super tired i swear i could just fall asleep on one of the benches. the people in hawaii are all super friendly. like soooo friendly. we walk in the shop and they're like "hi girls" and even without buying anything they will say "thank youuu" ha, then singapoore leh? you dont get anything at all. even at the immigration. there was so much difference. coming home to singapore that time, i went to this immigration counter, and i wanted to say hi to the lady but decided not to, since her face was freaking black. urgh, how unfriendly. she didnt even say thank you. how singaporean like. eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the beach there was so farkig cool. argh, if only i took more pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that day i had already started planning about what i wanted to buy. dont talking about US dollars to me. i swear im like broke. before even we sat in the airplane from hawaii to tokyo i had like zero dollars. i swear i was dead broke. i was so broke that while i was paying i realised i was short of 10us, so jo had to lend me money. how embarassing. actually come to think of it; i didnt buy much, or rather i think i didnt buy much. tsk. but i probably must have been the money i spent at food pantry, AH, I LOVE. all the yummy mircowave food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had to go shopping in our groups always, not that there was anything wrong with it. but i just wished i could have gone with juli evan and dora. but at least i ahd1hr with them. we went to macys, and we were trying on clothes together. so fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, we had like quite alot of microwave food, which was okay, cause that meant "bonding" session with jo,wee,sherri,sascha,carissa. i swear i had fun with them. real fun. i miss 864, our room number. i miss having the balcony which was just next to evan's. so we were like talking across the balcony, which was sooo cool. my room is always being invaded my sherri as well as evangeline who always come bother me in my room. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was study times, i didnt do much studying. i went over to joan's room one time, and i swear i had fun gossiping with her. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;breakfast everyday was the same, at SMOGYS. oh whatabore. and normally my table is always too tired , they, especially weelyn end up sleeping. HAHA. we kept waking up late there. oh man. so stupid la. like the alarm was so annoying. esp sascha's vibrating alarm. and i dont know why but the rest always never seem to hear the alarm, either that or they are purposely ignoring it. oh well. anyways, we were late one day cause weelyn had stomachache. ah, how clever me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;second day at hawaii,was my birthday(hawaaii time) i swear i experienced something i'll probably never forget. &lt;strong&gt;i'll like to thank SACCB, for the wonderful surprise with two cakes.&lt;/strong&gt; i swear that really was one big surprise. oh man, i was like SO touched okay till i even cried. ah well, at least i cried for reasonable reason unlike JOLENE. haha. i also like to thank audrey&lt;s&gt;cullum&lt;/s&gt; for "serving" me a piece of cake. i also thank joan for giving me a kiss on the cheek. right. i dint get to really spend much time with my friends on that thou, hai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;performance at ala mona was okay. speaking of ala mona, ala mona is a shopping heaven. i swear. so nice. so much better than singapore. ah if only i had the CASH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adjudication was a nightmare. before the performance everyone was like so emmotional. i swear, oh gosh. but i better not go into that. so everything turned out well, i came in on time. yesssh. we got a silver, and actually i am proud of it. i mean silver. us. that's quite good la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had like combine rehersal with the west ranch, they were good man. ahh, annd all the altos were guys. so it was cool. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;people were getting excitid when they saw the guys from america and aussie. like what the hell no offense. but ya, exchaning email adds is okay. but takiing candid photos of them, err. like what aree you going to do to the photos? stare at it everynight? GOSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinner and dance on the third night went quite okay. i think. i sat with sherri, so it was okay. our table were like full of choir people, except for me and sherri and this other guy; fourteen and plays the alto sax. so cool man. but he's not cute enough. food was well, okay. salad was a freeak. i swear. i was forcing myself to it. we had 10 mins of grace time during the dance part, i was like going with joan and evan, pushing ourselves through cute and hot guys :) evan was being stupid cause she kept pushing me and joan to guys. ha, but it was good. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hawaii came and gone, what a week it was. trip back was okay, i didnt feel sick. so goood. Tokyo was okay, juli bought me a wallet from claire's. :))) had to cut cost, since i didnt have any money. what a sad thing. cause that meant i had to eat macs instead of unagi. and what a sad thing or i could have bought tons of GREEN TEA. oh wells, at least i got to touch hawaii and a part of japan. and the memory. i swear will last forever. oh man, i think that this trip like brought us together, oh man. now i really cant bare for jo and wee to grad. ARH. no, im going to cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS HAWAII.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS 846.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS MAKING FUN OF WEELYN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS SEEING JOLENE'S SUPER MESSY HAIR IN THE MORNING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS SEEING SASCHA FREAK OUT WHEN SHE REALISED SHE DIDNT BRUSH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HER TEETH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS LAUGHING MY DIFFERENT LAUGHTER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS HANGING OUT WITH THEM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS TALKING TO EVAN FROM BALCONY TO BALCONY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS MICROWAVE FOOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS ALAMONA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS FOOD PANTRY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS ABC STORE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS CLAIRE'S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS SHOPPING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS TAKING PHOTOS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS THE WEATHER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS WEARING A JACKET.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS THE SUPER FRIENDLY AMERICANS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS THE CHEAP BARGAINS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS THE CONVERSATIONS THAT ME AND MY ROOMATES HAD BEFORE WE SLEPT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS BEING ANNOYED BY THE ALARM EVERY MORNING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS PRANK-CALLING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISS EVERY DAMN EFFIN THING ABOUT HAWAII.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048841724195780002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RhEWzFncNaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Uweb-Dpa4RI/s320/dinner+and+dance..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/661941366452610471-6302978613178238856?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/6302978613178238856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=6302978613178238856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/6302978613178238856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/6302978613178238856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-no-regrets-on-going-to-hawaii.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RhEWzFncNaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Uweb-Dpa4RI/s72-c/dinner+and+dance..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661941366452610471.post-22842305395667603</id><published>2007-03-30T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:07:43.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAWAII = SUPPERRR FUUUNNNNN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im suffering from jet-lag. i shalll blog about the trip another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-22842305395667603?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/22842305395667603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=22842305395667603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/22842305395667603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/22842305395667603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/hawaii-supperrr-fuuunnnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-8829555443328871444</id><published>2007-03-21T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T07:27:37.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;one more proper sleep till i be on the plane to hawaaaaiiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;two more days till i finally be a year older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ah, how exciting. my brother aksed if i was exciited? i actually don't even know if i am. oh wells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am tired, i am pissed.  i think i am faling my test. daaang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am super random now too as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;IM GOING ON MY SUMMER HOLIDAY says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HELLO WEELYN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;HI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;IM GOING ON MY SUMMER HOLIDAY says:&lt;br /&gt;LET'S TYPE IN CAPS. IT'S SOOO FUUUUUUNNN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;WOW&lt;br /&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;SO FUN&lt;br /&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;IM GOING ON MY SUMMER HOLIDAY says:&lt;br /&gt;BTW, DO YOU WANT TO HEAR A SONG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;IM GOING ON MY SUMMER HOLIDAY says:&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO NICE.&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING ON MY SUMMER HOLIDAY says:&lt;br /&gt;CHECK MY PERSONAL MESSAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL&lt;br /&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;DONT ANYHOW SAY LAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;IM GOING ON MY SUMMER HOLIDAY says:&lt;br /&gt;YA BETTER NOT, NOT MR DE SCOLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;GO CHANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;IM GOING ON MY SUMMER HOLIDAY says:&lt;br /&gt;CHECK IT OUT NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;YAY&lt;br /&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER&lt;br /&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;IM GOING ON MY SUMMER HOLIDAY says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, SERIOUSLY I THINK THE SONG IS SO NICEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING ON MY SUMMER HOLIDAY says:&lt;br /&gt;HA, NOW I KNOW WHAT TO ANNOY YOUUU WITH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;TSK&lt;br /&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY MUST IT BE MY SAXOPHONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;IM GOING ON MY SUMMER HOLIDAY says:&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE YOU WERE THE ONE WHO TOLD ME ABOUT THE SPIDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;DOSENT MEAN ITS IN MY SAX RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;CAN BE YOURS WHAT&lt;br /&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;IM GOING ON MY SUMMER HOLIDAY says:&lt;br /&gt;NO, BUT SERIOUSLY MY SAX IS VERY CLEAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;MINE CLEANER&lt;br /&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;K I GTG&lt;br /&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WEELYN leavs in denial that there is a spider in her sax. says:&lt;br /&gt;BYE WEEEEELYN.&lt;br /&gt;WEELYN leavs in denial that there is a spider in her sax. says:&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU TOMORRROW.&lt;br /&gt;WEELYN leavs in denial that there is a spider in her sax. says:&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU AT THE AIRPORT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU&lt;br /&gt;WEELYN says:&lt;br /&gt;IN BAND LAH&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/661941366452610471-8829555443328871444?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/8829555443328871444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=8829555443328871444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/8829555443328871444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/8829555443328871444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-more-proper-sleep-till-i-be-on.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-1084747968298353947</id><published>2007-03-20T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T06:44:02.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im pissed,im sad,im happy.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;well life's screwed. it reallly is. my horoscope says things are going to change;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it really will after hawaii. i hope though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but on second thought nothing much will change; since YOU guys farking hell hate the fuck out of me. seriously, bitches; i dont need you guys at all. so what the fuck if im going to be an effin loner the whole time. at least for all i know i am going to work my ass off and get the fuck out of the class. for all i care im going to get the fuck out and never see you guys. cause you guys are farking traitors who deserve to go to hell. stupid assholes who dont know what is right or wrong. well that's your farking problem anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was another bore day. sine whenever is school not? ezzah and gunita is getting annoyed with us during recess, since we were talking about what we were bringing to hawaii and all. haha, how duuummb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for self-praactice, to work on my renegade. it was okay, well i hope my part is better, thanks to weelyn. &lt;strong&gt;weelyn&lt;/strong&gt; made me laugh today again. with the stupid spider nonsense. weelyn asked me who come i am nowadays always laughing to whatveer she does. how to answer that, but it probably is a hint telling her not to grad and not to leave us. WEELYN AND JOLENE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home to pack my lugaage. thank god, i got most if it done already. oh man, now i see like my bag is so small, and i have so much to bring, i wonder how to fit. tution was another bore. i swear. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lea is in hospital cause of her jundice :((((( hai, oh wells, i hope things change soon. i really ned a break. im so tired, nothing seems to be going right these days. I NEED A TRANSFER. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i could do with my short guy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 more days to hawaii.&lt;/strong&gt; can i do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dedication for my dearest section leader weeeeeelyn;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i see 8 spiders in weelyn's soprano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to kill it, but OOOPS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when i go nearer,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it actually is ONE spider with EIGHT legs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥ dang, why are you so blind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-1084747968298353947?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1084747968298353947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=1084747968298353947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/1084747968298353947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/1084747968298353947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-pissedim-sadim-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-2523747684610002594</id><published>2007-03-19T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:23:22.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the start of a brand new term, ah oh wow. i dont know why the teachers make such a big fuss over it. bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cat class yesterday was a bore. typical.&lt;br /&gt;i went to my uncles' home the whole day yesterday after church. was playing with my cousin and all. i was so shocked cause my aunt actually bought a birthday cake for me. like oh my god, i didn't know about it. so wow, my cousin was sinignig (okay sort of like mumbling) me a birthday song what a cutieee. hai, and at that moment i had this feeling of regret going to hawaai on my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was that, didnt get to go out. but i'll be going out with my mum to get my black shoes and my clutch on wed, im so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today school was boring. i nearly slept through 3 periods straight of effin maths. boo. recess was some normal. rest of the day was a bore. fark bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band was okay. we had a small briefing on hawaii. me and jolene have decided to the sleeping arrangements. i'll be sleeping with jolene. that leaves weelyn with sascha :) oh ya, i forget to mention my room mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im apparently in &lt;strong&gt;room8&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cassandra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weelyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jolene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sascha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;cool thing,casue juli is in room7. im also in like &lt;strong&gt;group B&lt;/strong&gt;. with the whole sax section plus mer, jaslyn, and sherri. haha, and sherri's going to be my crazzzy partner :) haha. TAN TY is my chareopone&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(?)&lt;/span&gt; teacher. oh maaaan. i had to teach the juniors today, so far so good i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im now super tired. stupid ass guard was such a bitch just now. i didn have my card but he ask so much , my block and unit no. okay that isnt alot. but to a super tired bitch girl , it will be. fuck. im so tired mentally and phyically!&lt;br /&gt;yesh, tomrrow have tution, okay no tution's a fucking bore. except for thurs' tution. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is going to be another boring day, i have to go home straight after school to start packing my luggage. im like the only one who has not started packing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 more days to hawaii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043640585545090370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/Rf6cY-QohUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6eprFpK867g/s320/forever.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;short boy♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-2523747684610002594?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2523747684610002594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=2523747684610002594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/2523747684610002594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/2523747684610002594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-is-start-of-brand-new-term-ah-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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/_gJBAw6qCjlM/Rf6cY-QohUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6eprFpK867g/s72-c/forever.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661941366452610471.post-5102984164486567141</id><published>2007-03-17T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:28:08.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RfwWvuQohTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PDwtgIxmynY/s1600-h/lea2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042930691875570994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RfwWvuQohTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PDwtgIxmynY/s320/lea2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my cute little baby cousin. 4 days old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-5102984164486567141?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5102984164486567141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=5102984164486567141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/5102984164486567141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/5102984164486567141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-cute-little-baby-cousin.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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://bp0.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RfwWvuQohTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PDwtgIxmynY/s72-c/lea2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661941366452610471.post-2595951986762327053</id><published>2007-03-17T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:37:52.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally have decided to blog. i'm &lt;strong&gt;pissed&lt;/strong&gt; but also happy &lt;em&gt;since i was talking to yoooouuu just now.&lt;/em&gt; i think i better save my blog or i swear it'll just rot. everything about my blog is dead. i wonder even if anyone ever comes here. oh well who cares i shall just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby cousin lea is finally here. what an angel she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have been so crazy for me. like real crazy.  im having an effin cough.  my stomach is grrrrowlinng, i just came home from one of my aunty's house. i should have eaten man. i havent been eating properly today. pfft, but nevermind! i need to loose weight. i went to my bro's sch carni at like 9+. was so darn freaking EFFIN hot. i could just cry. and with what i saw there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weelyn&lt;/strong&gt; made me laugh today. i am under strict rules not to say anything. she toold me not to write anything about her. what a fool cause i swear i was going to say something nice about her. like, im going to miss her after she' grad. ohh, i think i better erase what i say, not she'll get angry with me.  haha. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mrsC.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oops. i was gossiping with weelyn today about my ENTERTAINMENT NEWS. which yours truely, meee, am the news reporter. and my dear weelyn is my source. i shall not say more or else , she'll kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to pp. as usual i went in topshop carrying nothing, came out with nothing either. im finding for a nice simple top. but it's like no where to be found. i got my toiletires(?) for my hawaii trip and all that stuff already. so im cool. just need to start packing. i didnt get to buy muuch, since i have like noooo money. i bought a black belt for $14, so im quite happy. i still need my black shoes for hawaii, will be getting it during the week. and i am finally getting my black clutch. (: yeesss. i was discussing with my bro on what i wanted for my birthday, i seriously have not made my mind. his budget is 25, so it's tight. maybe i need a new pencil case, or wallet? oh my, i dont know. DANG. i could get him to get me a new pair of sunglasses. i really want a bag, but my girls said there going to get me one. im not so sure thou, i hope they still remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i overhead a silly convo between my mom and bro so i shall post it here. this is super random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom: did you finish your drink?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;clinton: ya, i think there's half left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom: haiyo, so wasting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;clinton: no la, there's 3/4 left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom: whaat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;clinton: what's 3/4? is it 3 times of a quater?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had SYF camp. now that i think about it, i actually miss it. as much as we had to wake up so early and go to school. and the night before i was super grumpy. it all paid off. now i think of it, i have no regrets in joining band at all. food sucked. but being with the section, brought the fun. we had bombing time. where we bombed the other sections. it was super uberr fun. i swear. the preview went well. i think the band really bonded together. as well as our setion :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;march holiday &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; this week.&lt;br /&gt;it's over and holiday is like over. holiday my asss. the whole week have been filled. band band band. everyday. our band uniform came . oh how awesome. BOO. i havent had time for myself. to even clean my room. my table is just pilling. ive got tons of projects. none of which i have started on. i have been having tution, not that there's anything wrong with that since i get to see "youu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was aday when i went out with juli and evan, shopping. it was funneess. cause we were seriously camwhoring. our outmost motive of that trip was to get presents. clau doraline my mum's and juli's. i failed to get juli's one. cause she cant seem to make up her mind. oh wells. i will post the pictures we took soon.&lt;br /&gt;recess and lunch have been fun. i really love my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from the time i am with my girls, i seiously, havent been in the best of mood. got my progress&lt;em&gt;paper&lt;/em&gt; back, i havent done to well. i better study harder. not my mum will talke me out of band. and that's it for me. i think you* should really tution me maths. oohhlala. that would be so farking fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been thinking right at all, i swear. there is sth wrong with me. this convo happened in tution. super dumb thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr goh: so what instru do you play?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cass: SAXOPHONE, how many times i say already?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr goh: so who's your faveourite saxophonist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cass: (without thinkking) KENNY ROGER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr goh: eh, isn't that the store name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cass: oh ya hor. oops. sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my _____ sucks. i swear im such an effin _____.&lt;br /&gt;1) (name) you are such an effin traitor.&lt;br /&gt;2) people in ___-____. YOU GUYS SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;3) (name) and (name), continue hating me.&lt;br /&gt;4) im so pissed of with (name). i can not believe your my no originality&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;unior&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's the time in life where everything just seems to be going in the wrong direction. everthing sucks.&lt;em&gt; you tell me this will end.&lt;/em&gt; when will it ever end? can't i have an effin break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thank you ;claudia, evangeline, juliana, joan and my dear saxies for being always there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; more days till hawaii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 &lt;/strong&gt;more days till i turn fourteen (not that it would be any difference)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll keep waiting for you. ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reupdate: (12.43pm)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've changed my skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;since joaney joan is too busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; to help me with a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the words are like so small. arh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-2595951986762327053?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2595951986762327053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=2595951986762327053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/2595951986762327053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/2595951986762327053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-finally-have-decided-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-9192772380446315616</id><published>2007-02-28T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T03:30:33.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im finally back to the blogging world. its been suuuper long since i last posted. i cant actually remeber what ive been doing lately. i remeber istana. and making fun of weelyn and &lt;em&gt;asthma. &lt;/em&gt;istana performance was sucky to me. well what i played was sucky. the only alto. no help. and freaaking march together. yes, i cant tongue for nuts. the section keeps making fun of me when i tongue. TSSSSSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to macs with the macdonald clique yesterday. we only had 8 packets sauces. still have not broken our record. DANGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's &lt;strong&gt;23 more days to hawaii&lt;/strong&gt;. and dang. im stressed out. schools been a mess. i swear. i failed my english. my mum would just kill. maths and science have been passing just on the spot.i have no fcuking time to study. i feel so slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been crazzzy. from school to personal stuff. probably its just that time of the month. pms. im pissed with god knows what. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and the only thing that makes me happy is talking to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we had the section talk today , i dont know if it actually helped. oh wells, i shall not talk about that. i dont know; but it does feel crazy. so much things have been on my mind lately. so ya, weelyn jolene joey and jiawei; sorry for all sudden breaking down , i was just really super tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today jolene got her new bari. she was damn freaking happy okay. seriously &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like oh goshh. h-a-p-p-y. anyway, good for her. so she can finally stop acting emo.&lt;br /&gt;today; mrs tan didnt c0me. so it was slaaaaaaaaaaack for two hours in total. one hour for lit, one for pc. had dance today. supeer fun??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow; half day. but we have to go to nafa for practise.DANG. so much for wanting to go out and celebrate my clau and juli's birthday at one short together. HAIII. sad sad sad. "dont say renegade". noooooooooo. but nevermind, ive got TUTTTTTTTTTTTIOOOON :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to tell you i love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all the other randomness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥ &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036545682818703154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/ReVnnR9vnzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SGFmnx7zOCI/s320/LUKE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-9192772380446315616?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/9192772380446315616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=9192772380446315616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/9192772380446315616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/9192772380446315616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-finally-back-to-blogging-world.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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/_gJBAw6qCjlM/ReVnnR9vnzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SGFmnx7zOCI/s72-c/LUKE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661941366452610471.post-2651769892623431659</id><published>2007-02-19T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T07:59:22.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh you don't mean nothin' at all to me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No you don't mean nothin' at all to me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you got what it takes to set me free, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh you could mean everything to me.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;watched the repeat of the 49th grammy awards. saw justin timberlake singing what comes around. i think thats the titile. he was playing the piano. and it was like &lt;em&gt;OH GOD.&lt;/em&gt; hot man. hot hot hot. sexxxxy la. he only looks good here. hot shiats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033268156772886066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdnCuJ-7pjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qIGDTQVW7bs/s320/justin_timberlake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;tomorrow band performance at istana. yay. how exciting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-2651769892623431659?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2651769892623431659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=2651769892623431659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/2651769892623431659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/2651769892623431659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/02/watched-repeat-of-49th-grammy-awards.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdnCuJ-7pjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qIGDTQVW7bs/s72-c/justin_timberlake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661941366452610471.post-5842168544060869260</id><published>2007-02-18T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T08:43:46.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOT SHITS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiB75-7peI/AAAAAAAAACs/fxx8CFFLPy4/s1600-h/justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032915449763571170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiB75-7peI/AAAAAAAAACs/fxx8CFFLPy4/s320/justin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiB75-7pfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0ed903yM3zk/s1600-h/josh+d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032915449763571186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiB75-7pfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0ed903yM3zk/s320/josh+d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiB8J-7pgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Wo4m9k3_WAY/s1600-h/ryan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032915454058538498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiB8J-7pgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Wo4m9k3_WAY/s320/ryan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiB8J-7phI/AAAAAAAAADE/xKm10jQZsOU/s1600-h/ZAC.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032915454058538514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiB8J-7phI/AAAAAAAAADE/xKm10jQZsOU/s320/ZAC.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiB8J-7piI/AAAAAAAAADM/vfdaRRaldqI/s1600-h/super+natural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032915454058538530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiB8J-7piI/AAAAAAAAADM/vfdaRRaldqI/s320/super+natural.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiAJJ-7pZI/AAAAAAAAACE/1BNY-lOFX0w/s1600-h/1634372469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032913478373582226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiAJJ-7pZI/AAAAAAAAACE/1BNY-lOFX0w/s320/1634372469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiAJZ-7paI/AAAAAAAAACM/rahD0meS1xs/s1600-h/2429253939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032913482668549538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiAJZ-7paI/AAAAAAAAACM/rahD0meS1xs/s320/2429253939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiAJZ-7pbI/AAAAAAAAACU/-nWQ6WTd2e4/s1600-h/518118082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032913482668549554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiAJZ-7pbI/AAAAAAAAACU/-nWQ6WTd2e4/s320/518118082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiAJZ-7pcI/AAAAAAAAACc/aPPKKLsPPRY/s1600-h/josh+d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032913482668549570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiAJZ-7pcI/AAAAAAAAACc/aPPKKLsPPRY/s320/josh+d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiAJp-7pdI/AAAAAAAAACk/hyYqBb8CcGc/s1600-h/jesse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032913486963516882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiAJp-7pdI/AAAAAAAAACk/hyYqBb8CcGc/s320/jesse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-5842168544060869260?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5842168544060869260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=5842168544060869260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/5842168544060869260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/5842168544060869260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/02/hot-shits.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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://bp0.blogger.com/_gJBAw6qCjlM/RdiB75-7peI/AAAAAAAAACs/fxx8CFFLPy4/s72-c/justin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661941366452610471.post-3293856672393275186</id><published>2007-02-18T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T08:13:38.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the last i blog-&lt;em&gt;ed. &lt;/em&gt;was like on wednesday; vday. now its sunday;CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs, was like preety slackissh. the serien for the total defence rang at the end of chinese, which is the begining of recess. we were under the sun for a fcuking hour. i swear if there reallly was a real fire, the frie would have spread to the tennis court before we can even evacuate and before the effin schooll finds everyone. like how kayler says i would just evacuate by myself without lining up with the class. sun was fuck that day. i could have faaainted!we missed science lessons. 2 periods. sopposed to go to lab. and all that shit. but we didnt go untill the 2nd period. stuuupid la. and spc was scolding us for half an hour. and me and nings were at the door cause we were &lt;em&gt;"exceptionally"&lt;/em&gt; late. i was trying bad not to laugh. oh wells. she sucks laaaah.&lt;br /&gt;tutorial; got scolded cause apparently my tutees or whatsoever were not studying. seriously, who can ever study MATHS for another 1 hour?, after 1 hour of maths. was talking to 4 other 2.4s so extra i was.&lt;br /&gt;band; im playing the freaking renegade saxo1. how nice. (NOT)&lt;br /&gt;tuttion; i feel like quitting it. cause my teacher is a freak.( and &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; didnt come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri, was well, the same. had no band . so it was good.went macs for lunch with juli evan and doraline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;funfact&lt;/span&gt; : WE CONSUMED 20 PACKETS OF SAUCES. (chili, mayo, curry sauce) on average 4 each. oh man. faaatttssss!!! boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat, eve of cny. had dinner at home with uncle aunty and all.&lt;br /&gt;sun, VISITING. what a boring day its been. cny hant been my favourite festivals. since i never get to keep hang bao money. and im like gong xi? what the. the good thing is the clothes; but i didnt get new clothes this year. saddening. only a pair of shoes. blue. heels. NICE. no bag even. boo man. boring hot and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml is a public hol. will be staying in to catch the music awards at 3 or 4. whatever. then im having dinner at my home agian with my cousins. tues; is band performance at istana. so fun. i;ll be sseeing sr nathan. AAH. funnness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im crazy for you♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-3293856672393275186?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3293856672393275186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=3293856672393275186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/3293856672393275186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/3293856672393275186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-i-blog-ed.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-4198790697926639130</id><published>2007-02-14T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T08:19:55.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blooger took like so freaking long to upload. i had to like referesh so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14 FEB; IM IN THE MOOD FOR&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today is a happy day, woke up feeling happy since its already wednesday. and wedenesdays are most of the time funn. went to class started screaming at rekha and jess cause i was so happy, no idea why. gave everyone their stuff. actually vdays are like waste of money. seriously, i could just go round giving people hugs and it will cause more than anything. so i got like sweets and chocs oh my. im going to be faaaaaaaaaaat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the jap girls came to my school. and it was slack-literature. since we only did some hiaku stuff and thats all. dance;ms esther didnt come. BOO. pc; was slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;embarassment when i wanted to buy 8days and it was 2.50 and i only had 2 dollar. stuuupid guy could have givven me a discount LAH. who ask him dont want to have business? dumb ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so thats about it. im still happy. happy happy happy. im hapyy blogging. unlike brigette whos like emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;you made my day; when u talked to me. that smile could not help but creep onto my face. i was trying my best not to laugh. thank you for making my time. but we cant we start of again? do i love you? sometimes i do, sometimes i dont. is there another chance again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well; i really am in the mood for love. NOTE; never trust claudia with my secrets . esp when you tell her who you think is hot. loser man. ohh yummy you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a quote from &lt;a href="http://neverbeentoloveparadise.blogspot.com"&gt;weelyn&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;em&gt;Combined band with the juniors, then after that was dinner. Dinner was SUPER FUN. Joey kept talking bad about ********. When the food came, she was like "********! We are not dogs!" HAHAHA. I was really high during dinner lah. I even molested Cassandra. =X It wasn't on purpose okay. Cause Cassandra and I were facing each other. When Jo saw a bird shit on the table, she pushed me and my hand went to touch her ahem! We both screamed. Hahaha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no its not a quote. im just to lazy to type my own version so ill use hers.)&lt;br /&gt;MOLESTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥ i really do love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-4198790697926639130?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/4198790697926639130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=4198790697926639130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/4198790697926639130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/4198790697926639130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/02/blooger-took-like-so-freaking-long-to.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-3274253468485655084</id><published>2007-02-12T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T06:03:09.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blooger took so long to sign on. oh gosh. now im doing whatevr i can do offf my home ed. research. seriously! ANYONE help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im superrr tired now. band was well kinda weird. eda, if ure reading this; i hope you are feeling alright now. dont worry okay. saxophone section here for you always :)&lt;br /&gt;im tired, grumpy and well i ve got a slight headache; thanks to&lt;br /&gt;1) THE FREAKING SUN&lt;br /&gt;2) band&lt;br /&gt;3) the amount of food we ate for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;lunch was like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. we had 7 eleven stuff, FISH AND CHIPs CHICKEN and the brownie. i got for juli for her surprise/valentines day present. define the meaning of nice. i was planning of surprising her. but THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(recess)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;evangeline; the weather is nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cass; (giggles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;evangeline; nice for sking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cass; (more giggles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;juliana; why sking? oh btw you all didnt wish me happy birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(cass and evan looks at eachother.)&lt;br /&gt;cass; YOU HAD TO SPOIL EVERYTHING DONT YOU? (scrrreeeaaams)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh well, juliana i hope u are happy now. u better be man. :) ure ever so nice other half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fall in was shhiat. had to fun 2 rounds for what? i dont know. oh GOD. i felt like puking the whole time. band was okay. i dindt play much. since my SHITTY instru is at the windworks &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. god help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i better go now; need to do my home ed. tomorrow have freak science tution. need to get somemore vday presents. hope i can go to tmall. oh well, all the best for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥ that lonely pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-3274253468485655084?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/3274253468485655084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=3274253468485655084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/3274253468485655084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/3274253468485655084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/02/blooger-took-so-long-to-sign-on.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-1384115839389669725</id><published>2007-02-11T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T05:57:55.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIANA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to my dearest other half you are fourteen now. better start being sensible and responsible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU ,DARLING&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/661941366452610471-1384115839389669725?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1384115839389669725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=1384115839389669725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/1384115839389669725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/1384115839389669725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-juliana-to-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-2359022735724004371</id><published>2007-02-09T23:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:32:45.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the fcuk sun is scorching.i've just came back from tution. and it was boriing. i am still super tired from yesterdays camp. i am sopoosed to be at school ; but my mum wont allow me to attend. since anyway; im going to uncle's house for dinner later on too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; the taste of cheese fries is still like lingering in my mouth. yesterday, me juli evan shar hud and mer went to kfc for lunch since band fall in was at 3.35+. had fun eating and camwhoring. i wanted to put the photos up but i couldnt find the wire to conect the phone to the computer. fall in was liek shit. cause it was so freaking HOT. and my legs were seriously aching bad. oh wellss. band photo taking was yesterday; at last. but it was not very good since like somegirl was like taller than me and she was in front of me. so i had to tip toe. well at least im not super infront. fun shot was just like laaameee. since the sec1s were like pushing. what the hell man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, enoough about yesterday. back to now. now im having my free time. i need to study for history. since standard test is on wed. and i am shit at history. oh wells sigh, i need to do well this year; not im in deep shit, im joining legion with evan bernice and san and we must stay back on some tuesday. so ya that will mean like im staying abck almost everyday. and i dont even have time to study. so dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juliana's birthday is on monday. valentine's is on wed and brigette's bday is on fri. dang. i have no time to get stuff. i need to go shopping but i have no time. REPEAT; NO TIME. my mum wont let me go out tml since she says i have to study. how? how? how? well juli's present is already planned. LUNCH AT COFFEE CLUB. see i dont even have time to go out together. oh maaan. ah well. i need to shop. i need new clothes for chinese new year. AAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of chinese new year; we'll be performing at istana on 3rd day of chinese new year. so fuun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired; thank god there's no cat class tml for 2 weeks. and no cheena tution next week. i just hope there is no freak science tution either. ok science tution is fun. cause there is &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt; there. but its not fun because &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;'s there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;spend valentines' day with me&lt;/em&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;40 days to hawaii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-2359022735724004371?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/2359022735724004371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=2359022735724004371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/2359022735724004371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/2359022735724004371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/02/fcuk-sun-is-scorching_09.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-1334062440768964144</id><published>2007-02-09T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:39:39.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to whoever who has come to my blog. good for you. since this blog is stil pretty unknown. so lucky you. this is like a complete new blog and officially my first post *claaaps*. my old blogs kinda screwed so i deleted most of them off. dont ask abt the spastic-ness. it has just became some addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; to the spastic clique; if you're reading this i just want to say that : &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well oh well, we're now in the year 2007 already. it's been fast. since january has came and gone.&lt;br /&gt;2.5 teachers are all nice. except for SPC. bleah her. 2/5ers are wll nice and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;standard test has resumed. ccas have long resumed. im in maths tutorial but im the tutor :)&lt;br /&gt;now it's already feb. so much has happened. 2.5 is actuaally not that bad. got to know them through camp corri; and i swear they are bunch of crazy lunis too. speaking of camp; camp corri was a blast. in fact i miss camp. apart from the bathing in the toilet. and the MUD. how can anyone ever stand the mud? like ewww? sleeping in the huts was fun. though i could hardly sleep. people were snoring and some even sleep talked. oh wells. rekha was worst; since she praticcaly rolled on jessica. poor jessica. that was just so fuunny. kayaking was a fun experience;something i will never forget thanks to my dear REKHA. flying fox or zipline whatever, was fun :) PURE SCREAMING FUN. still remember the look on dear jessilyn's face.raahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that; nothing much happening. except for the fact band has been taking up like the whole of my time. i swear i dont even have time for myeself. i dont have time to study. which os no good at all, no no. chinese teacher is so slack; i swear. i can even talk to jieying the whole way throigh lesson without her knowing. science is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking about band; i just came back from syf camp and i am fcuked tired. okay i was praticaally trying my best to open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACT;&lt;/strong&gt; CAMP FOOD SUCKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dance had totally changed me now. dance is like freak FUN. i love dance lessons now. something i look forward to go to unlike last year. DUH. after all the teacher this year is SO much bettter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and probably the people in the class also makes a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im dead tired already. will blog somemore another day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love my new 'do♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-1334062440768964144?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/1334062440768964144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=1334062440768964144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/1334062440768964144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/1334062440768964144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-whoever-who-has-come-to-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</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-661941366452610471.post-5371184476147418997</id><published>2007-02-07T03:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T03:19:37.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;IM CASSANDRA :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661941366452610471-5371184476147418997?l=spasticattack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/feeds/5371184476147418997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=661941366452610471&amp;postID=5371184476147418997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/5371184476147418997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/661941366452610471/posts/default/5371184476147418997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spasticattack.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>caassie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10860336420193158373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
