<?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-34399846</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:36:51.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your greatness has no boundaries</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34399846.post-117004252529764064</id><published>2007-01-29T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T11:48:45.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When alcohol consumes men, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;there is none but havoc.&lt;br /&gt;I look into her eyes, punished glasses of black, apology clinging on to a cracking voice.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I felt sorry for her; his eyes were hard, glittering gems, lashed into shape by a deadened heart, broken childhood and army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bugis &lt;/span&gt;later to get my skinny jeans, thankyou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREENIE! &lt;/span&gt;:D much love lah darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;here is my flesh.&lt;br /&gt;though impossible in the mouth of men,&lt;br /&gt;I, with faith, will believe for the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Accelerate us, God. Accelerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tomorrow's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sauyan &lt;/span&gt;&amp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eunice Ngieng&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-117004252529764064?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/117004252529764064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=117004252529764064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/117004252529764064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/117004252529764064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-alcohol-consumes-men-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116990273156213619</id><published>2007-01-27T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T20:58:51.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K, I'm bushed, usher was grrrrrreat.&lt;br /&gt;I took communion! :D So exciting right. But I am super tired until I'm stoning, Kenneth kept asking me if I was ok. Hahahaha. I'm just damn tired, I don't know why, somemore I slept like 12 hours last night la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling back in love with ribena again. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I totally stole this from Cristal, shoot me all you want. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - AVAILABLE?: Yes &amp;no.&lt;br /&gt;B - BEST SPORT?: is shopping considered?&lt;br /&gt;C - CRUSH?: Yes &amp;amp;no. ((((((:&lt;br /&gt;D - DOGS NAME? Kim's dog, Mr Princess. Lolllll.&lt;br /&gt;E - EASIEST PERSON(s) TO TALK TO?: I can talk to anyone and everyone. :D&lt;br /&gt;F - FAV. COLOR(S)? Black &amp;white, green &amp;amp;red&lt;br /&gt;G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS?: BEARS.&lt;br /&gt;H- HOMETOWN? Taiwannnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;I - INSTRUMENT?: Drumssss I think? or bass.&lt;br /&gt;F - FAVORITE JUICE?: RIBENAAAAAAAAAA, ice milo, milkkkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;K- KIND OF MUSIC?: All sorts, like hip-hop, pop, mainstream radio hits as long as it's not techno. Like. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;L- LONGEST CAR RIDE?: Japan. I thought my butt was going to cramp up.&lt;br /&gt;M- MILK FLAVOR?: Originalllllllll&lt;br /&gt;N- NUMBER OF SIBLINGS? ONE very annoying elder brother.&lt;br /&gt;O- ONE WISH?: Be really skinnnnnnnyyyy but not bones obsession. :D (*hintwinkahemCRISTAL*)&lt;br /&gt;P - PHOBIA: ... no phobiasssssss.&lt;br /&gt;Q- QUESTION YOU'D ASK SOMEONE WHO DIED? MISSED ME? (((:&lt;br /&gt;R- REASON TO SMILE?: GOD! :D&lt;br /&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD?: I could sing of Your Love forever.&lt;br /&gt;T- TIME YOU WOKE UP TODAY?: 1-2plus&lt;br /&gt;U - UNKNOWN FACTS ABOUT ME? I eat strawberry-flavoured products but I don't eat the fruit. Weird huh.&lt;br /&gt;V- VEGETABLE YOU DON'T LIKE?: Broccoli, kangkong and a few more.&lt;br /&gt;W- WORST HABIT?: Super bad temper &amp;moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD? Twice.&lt;br /&gt;Y- YUMMY FOOD? Spaghetti (linguine), &amp;amp;hokkien mee. Much llllllllove.&lt;br /&gt;Z - ZODIAC/ASTROLOGY SIGN? Aries all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder bro's coming back tomorrow, wowwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not going to airport to fetch him, I'm a lazy banglah.&lt;br /&gt;I was so lazy that I didn't even go meet my CG just now hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Yay and Wenmin and Elysia is looking at me blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;I rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for service tomorrowwwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116990273156213619?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116990273156213619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116990273156213619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116990273156213619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116990273156213619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2007/01/k-im-bushed-usher-was-grrrrrreat.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116972042612215200</id><published>2007-01-25T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T18:43:50.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chemistry today was funnnnnnn, but kind of scary cos the thing we had to boil totally splatted out, I was so freaked ok. And the bunsen burner is stupid, it doesn't like me. ): Lol jk. (: I haven't done practical for like, &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; years, thanks to *ahem&lt;strong&gt;joy&lt;/strong&gt;ahem*. So that's the highlight of the day. Me and &lt;strong&gt;Dawn&lt;/strong&gt; were like &lt;em&gt;half-freaking out&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;half-laughing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor &lt;strong&gt;Lilian&lt;/strong&gt; fractured her &lt;u&gt;4th and 5th finger&lt;/u&gt; ): Why like that, gheytio ah. Anyway after school we went Compass. Ate &lt;strong&gt;Yoshinoya &lt;/strong&gt;with &lt;strong&gt;Weixin &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; Katrina&lt;/strong&gt; who took a bus there, those lazy bums. Chatted 'till like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, then I popped off to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise, &lt;em&gt;Mac's vanilla ice cream&lt;/em&gt; with chocolate topping turns into a better mood :D&lt;br /&gt;I've got a great plot line, can't wait to turn it into a story! *squee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;u&gt;random&lt;/u&gt;, but I just wanna thank &lt;strong&gt;TWO &lt;/strong&gt;people who are always there, whether I'm in a good or bad mood!&lt;br /&gt;You two know who you are la hahahahahaha. :D Be so honoured k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. it's your privelege to see me &lt;em&gt;emo&lt;/em&gt;, not the whole world can see lor. heeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's terrible, everything is &lt;em&gt;falling apart&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hear my prayers. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For one week, I give up my&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; flesh&lt;/span&gt; to You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make me strong, spiritual, one week. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday to Monday. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Your child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116972042612215200?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116972042612215200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116972042612215200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116972042612215200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116972042612215200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2007/01/chemistry-today-was-funnnnnnn-but-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116963157033752263</id><published>2007-01-24T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T18:38:39.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;edit/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WINIFREDDDD, thanks for listening! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA I just favourite-d myself in your laptop, read my blog everyday and tag me k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;School was alright today.&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice chat with our vice principal. Went church.&lt;br /&gt;Shit, there's still school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just one of those days where I feel like holing up in the store room with a warm mug of Lipton red tea, blanket draped around sloping shoulders and slouched back, Damien Rice's The Blower's Daughter crooning softly into my ear. Just one of those days when you feel like emoing, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I've been just browsing through my old blog posts - from the first time I came to church, the earnest yearning for God, until the times at Fullerton Hotel &amp;Clarke &amp;amp;Marina Squares, to the time of late night conferences. So much to remember; maybe it was because we were so close, that when we parted, it was a total heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chaos and busy times during December and January left my brain to tuck those painful things away, but now it's back again, haunting my nights. It's like a tumour, growing bigger and bigger, threatening to engulf my heart. It's like a tumour on my heart, growing bigger, so my heart weighs heavier, so that it will eventually turn into a stone, crack and shatter into pieces and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hurts so bad, how I wish I was numb to all that. ): You were the very last person I thought to become my heartbreak. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded my friends, yes I am; true friends from church that won't backstab me or what, but without a &lt;em&gt;bestfriend&lt;/em&gt;, it feels just as lonely as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Gimme' some lovin' will ya?&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fire, fall down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On us, we pray.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116963157033752263?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116963157033752263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116963157033752263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116963157033752263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116963157033752263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2007/01/edit-winifredddd-thanks-for-listening.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116955069651478042</id><published>2007-01-23T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T19:11:36.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do the rudebox, shake your rude box (X4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then back to basics, grab your shell toes and your fat laces&lt;br /&gt;A little hand clap for some funk faces and make your body move in the following places&lt;br /&gt;Goes up your back and then down your spine and when it hits your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then back to baseheads dance like you've just won the Special Olympics&lt;br /&gt;I got the rudebox of the back of a spaceship, so sick I just had to take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The R.U.D.E.B.O.X up your jacksy, split your kecks sing a song of semtex, pocket full of durex body full of mandrex&lt;br /&gt;Are we gonna have sex (yes) will you wear the knee socks (ohh) back to the rudebox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this double fantasy where we just never stop, and I've got one design and that's to funk you to the top&lt;br /&gt;Know whats on my mind there's only one thing you will findI got one design and that's to bump you til you drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, do the rudebox, cos you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, shake your rudebox, why you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, do the rudebox, cos you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, shake your rudebox, why you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then back to spaceship, take both pills fuck the matrix&lt;br /&gt;Jack those jills shake your Playtex rock 3 stripes not the asics&lt;br /&gt;A.D.I.D.A.S old school cos it's the best&lt;br /&gt;yes Tk max cost less yes&lt;br /&gt;Jackson looks a mess bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then what to do&lt;br /&gt;if you try to jack me&lt;br /&gt;I'll rudebox you&lt;br /&gt;if you rudebox me&lt;br /&gt;I'll rudebox your whole crew&lt;br /&gt;cos its what I do aint that right boo&lt;br /&gt;true&lt;br /&gt;I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border&lt;br /&gt;cos the sheriff's after me for what&lt;br /&gt;I did to his daughter&lt;br /&gt;I did it like this you did it like that&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you double clap clap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab this double fantasy where we just never stop&lt;br /&gt;I've got one design and that's to funk you to the top&lt;br /&gt;Know whats on my mind there's only one thing you will find&lt;br /&gt;I got one design and that's to bump you til you drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, do the rudebox, cos you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, shake your rudebox, why you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, do the rudebox, cos you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, shake your rudebox, why you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then check the tan line, make your body shape like you're stood on a land&lt;br /&gt;minecall me on my mobile not the land&lt;br /&gt;line and the jack the main&lt;br /&gt;line at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is what we do, got a jam so fresh its nice for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok give it what you got and dial 808 for the bass to drop&lt;br /&gt;Ok then whats the fracas grab your cardy your lead hat and your bus pass&lt;br /&gt;you don't sweat much for a fat lass grab your rudebox cos your box is righteous&lt;br /&gt;Ok bum rush the show I got high speed dubbing on my stereo and all the tunes in the box are the cherrio&lt;br /&gt;I know I told you before&lt;br /&gt;did you hear me though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab this double fantasy where we just never stop&lt;br /&gt;I've got one design and that's to funk you to the top&lt;br /&gt;Know whats on my mind there's only one thing you will find&lt;br /&gt;I got one design and that's to bump you til you drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, do the rudebox, cos you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, shake your rudebox, why you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, do the rudebox, cos you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;Rudebox, shake your rudebox, why you so nasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the rudebox, shake your rudebox (repeat to fade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;strong&gt;Robbie William&lt;/strong&gt;'s Rudebox, it's a great hit, edgy, enough of funk to keep my bopping my head to it. :D Lurrrrrve it.&lt;br /&gt;I've got cravings to eat Cartel, just satisfied it the other day with &lt;strong&gt;Adriena, Lilian, Dawn and Sam Goh &lt;/strong&gt;(: Exciting, I love the &lt;em&gt;panfried pasta&lt;/em&gt;, it's simply heavenly. I miss &lt;strong&gt;hokkien mee &lt;/strong&gt;though hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe with all my heart and the faith that I have,&lt;br /&gt;God will hear my prayer. He hears yours too, just keep praying.&lt;br /&gt;You might be mere seconds or inches away from revival. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random verse of the day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Matthew 17:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/bg_versions/bgclick.php?what=10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/bg_versions/bgclick.php?what=26"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/bg_versions/bgclick.php?what=2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you saw there was only &lt;em&gt;one set of footprints&lt;/em&gt; in the sand,&lt;br /&gt;that was when &lt;strong&gt;I carried you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116955069651478042?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116955069651478042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116955069651478042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116955069651478042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116955069651478042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-rudebox-shake-your-rude-box-x4-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116922476375791954</id><published>2007-01-20T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T00:39:23.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RE&lt;/span&gt; lesson was fun, it must've been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God's hint&lt;/span&gt; that I should carry on with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRP&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I willlll,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Felicia's &lt;/span&gt;Bible knowledge was fantastic. I gotta' learn from her! But I'm even surprised I know answers to half of them, and barely a month ago all I knew was a few verses! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gunna love my Bible more &amp;more. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, I is having many ideas!&lt;br /&gt;For all sorts of things. Just suddenly, I feel creative. Maybe my subconscious is gearing me up for my O's - Art.  &lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;IDEASSSSSSSS. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muahahahahahahahahahha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw church today.&lt;br /&gt;Experimented French braids on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt; &amp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maril&lt;/span&gt;. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Then went airport with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FL, Jen &lt;/span&gt;&amp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mich Yao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Too tired to blog. Singchuen's keyboard sucks. My contacts are damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think I wanna quit SOW, I damn tired these few days. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkk sleeping la. Photoshop is fun right &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;? ((: HEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116922476375791954?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116922476375791954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116922476375791954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116922476375791954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116922476375791954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2007/01/re-lesson-was-fun-it-mustve-been-gods.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116911788684843755</id><published>2007-01-18T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:58:06.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not angry with anybody at the moment k. (:&lt;br /&gt;I have STM la, so small fry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;Was okaaayyy. Went school at normal time, blah blah. School's still boring, literature class was the best thing, Mrs Tan was so freaking funny.&lt;br /&gt;Today, &lt;u&gt;18th of January 2007&lt;/u&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Commemorate Joanne Yao Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha I love literature lots. Heeeeee. &lt;em&gt;Enemy of the People &lt;/em&gt;is surprisingly interesting, I need to re-purchase the text, those irritating locker people cleared my lockers, I have to re-buy a lot of stuff. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides that funny episode, we went to &lt;strong&gt;Temasek Polytechnic Open House &lt;/strong&gt;today :D&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty warm bleh. We were like squeezing into the place with like a thousand and one other schools la. I saw &lt;strong&gt;Lixin, Jiayang, &amp;Xinjie&lt;/strong&gt; etc. Then whilst I was going around the school bumped into others, &lt;strong&gt;Huimin Andrea&lt;/strong&gt; and I'm going to feature you (be so&lt;u&gt; honoured&lt;/u&gt; woman) CRISTAL BEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen this woman for &lt;u&gt;agesssssss&lt;/u&gt; and she pinned up her fringe, then I was like &lt;em&gt;eh that girl quite familiar leh &lt;/em&gt;then &lt;strong&gt;omg &lt;/strong&gt;I realised, it IS &lt;strong&gt;Cristal Bek &lt;/strong&gt;oh! :D Heheheheheh. I miss you la Bekky (: Your uniform is like so damn bigggggg can. It's over your knees la. Then after that went upstairs and bumped into &lt;strong&gt;Benjamin&lt;/strong&gt;, first time see him in school uniform! So exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very interested in the &lt;strong&gt;design school &lt;/strong&gt;leh. :D Wheeee, I might go there. Cos today during lunch I was like talking to &lt;strong&gt;Qiaolin &lt;/strong&gt;about going &lt;u&gt;Temasek Poly &lt;/u&gt;or go &lt;u&gt;LaSalle &lt;/u&gt;then suddenly &lt;strong&gt;Chanel &lt;/strong&gt;turned behind and said it's damn stressed. Then I'm like o.o okay. Hehe. So see how la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND,&lt;br /&gt;I'mma announce,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE DAWN HEE &amp;LILIAN HUANG! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk that was some random. My beloved flow partners, we flow too much mannnnn. Plenty of love from me to you! HEARTS,&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116911788684843755?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116911788684843755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116911788684843755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116911788684843755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116911788684843755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-not-angry-with-anybody-at-moment-k.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116894887964014657</id><published>2007-01-16T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:01:20.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not angry, don't paint me black.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that petty k, what an insult, right in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kkkkkkk, today after school stayed back to eat lunch with &lt;strong&gt;Adri, Jolie, Peck, Kesia and Sandra&lt;/strong&gt;. :D Waited for the rain to stop, I almost wanted to eat another bowl la. I'm so greedy hahaha .Then me and Adri went off to the &lt;strong&gt;Salvation Army Family Store&lt;/strong&gt; for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that we were on 136 then we passed by Serangoon Secondary then me and her were just mentioning this SS guy, then suddenly, speak of the devil Leon popped up! Me and Adri were like o.o &lt;em&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA LEON&lt;/em&gt;! Exciting right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a cool cup from SA, I should have a photo up someday.&lt;br /&gt;Then trained/bus (can't remember) to church and helped out with the cafe people until the congregation thought I was in cafe ministry hahahaha. &lt;u&gt;Funny like funfair&lt;/u&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway gunna leave church soon, tomorrow school starts at &lt;em&gt;eight-thirty&lt;/em&gt;, how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Loads of love. &lt;strong&gt;TWO MORE MONTHS&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;u&gt;sixteen&lt;/u&gt; birthday, I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;strong&gt;fwoah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116894887964014657?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116894887964014657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116894887964014657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116894887964014657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116894887964014657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-not-angry-dont-paint-me-black.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116887347114059598</id><published>2007-01-15T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:04:31.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/330900/express.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/320/117405/express.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, a great many things has happened in the past week -&lt;br /&gt;one of the most notable is the visit of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pastor Joakim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've enjoyed service tremendously, as usual. &lt;3 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remembers&lt;/span&gt; me la omg. I almost jumped out of my seat when he mentioned my name. :P So it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; all the way 'till &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, smashing &lt;u&gt;four&lt;/u&gt; days of fun! Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have short-term memory, can't remember what I wanted to blog about for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, here's something fun. And rather crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 &lt;s&gt;Quick&lt;/s&gt;-Tips on I-Mai. (:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What to do when I-Mai is pissed off her socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She will normally, on everyday occurences stay angry at the said victim for no more than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twenty-minutes&lt;/span&gt;. Within the span of twenty-minutes, mindless apologies and empty promises to make up to her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DOES NOT&lt;/span&gt; enter her brain, which is currently fuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After twenty minutes and if her face isn't blacker than charcoal, it is then safe to apologise/suck-up/any other form of acitivity to pacify/console/beg forgiveness from. Otherwise, it could provoke her into a longer lasting anger, which is something you definitely want to prevent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. About punctuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may not be the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Punctuality Police&lt;/span&gt; or your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friendly discipline master/mistress&lt;/span&gt; in your school which will book you for being late, but she has a limit, duh.&lt;br /&gt;If you are late within &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;30 minutes&lt;/span&gt;, she has &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; to say.&lt;br /&gt;A single minute more than that and her face darkens into thunderstorm-mode.&lt;br /&gt;Not, very pretty. At all. In order to avoid the monsoon season of the I-Mai, kindly be not later than 30 minutes, preferably be punctual on the dot, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Warning signs of agitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if you have foolishly ventured into the trecherous zone of provoking her (in dialect 'suan'-ing her), there are a few signs to watch out for to see if she can still take the teasing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;retort your teasing&lt;/span&gt; (eg. I'm not shorttttttt, just you too tall la, I'm NOT xiao mei mei, whatttttt, act only) and above mentioned comebacks, and she doesn't look very happy,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; DO NOT apologise&lt;/span&gt;, just shut up and walk away as if nothing happened. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If her eyes have suddenly been magically attracted to the invisible dust bunnies trotting around the floor and her lips are zipped tighter than Ziplock bags, it's time to dissolve away from her world as quietly as possible. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cristal&lt;/span&gt;'s blog. Don't cry honey, it makes me sad to know you're sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gunna edit it a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c's&lt;/span&gt; never gonna come back &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to God&lt;/span&gt;, no matter how hard i cry, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how hard i pray&lt;/span&gt;. like i always do.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i have that much strength to see my friends leave me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;running the Christian race. one by one, they are dropping out, giving up their batons to the dismay of the runners before them&lt;/span&gt;. like how&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; c &lt;/span&gt;and the rest did. i don't want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to say any more silent goodbyes. &lt;/span&gt;i dont wanna go through all these all over again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i just got over one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing someone whom you were the closest to in your entire history of friends:&lt;br /&gt;the only person you thought would be the bestestestest friend. the very last person you thought would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leave God, because her love for God was so passionate, so strong. &lt;/span&gt;until one day it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only person i didnt mind letting to see me cry.&lt;br /&gt;other times, in privacy or under God's presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i wont be accountable to anyone any more.&lt;br /&gt;until, God gives me someone to call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best friend. &lt;/span&gt;meaning every word i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Nadine is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;, cos I say so. HAHAH so random. B&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E HONOURED K NADINE&lt;/span&gt;. (: my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go-home&lt;/span&gt; friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116887347114059598?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116887347114059598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116887347114059598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116887347114059598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116887347114059598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2007/01/k-great-many-things-has-happened-in.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116850966898079583</id><published>2007-01-11T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T18:01:08.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smiley is sad, why don't you give it a hug?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116850966898079583?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116850966898079583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116850966898079583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116850966898079583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116850966898079583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2007/01/smiley-is-sad-why-dont-you-give-it-hug.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116842398825086881</id><published>2007-01-10T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:13:08.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exciting.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn lazy to type out everything in proper sentences, so I shall make it in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Overslept today. (7.12am)&lt;br /&gt;# Maid neglected to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;# Topang uncle's car to HomeTeam Clubhouse.&lt;br /&gt;# Joined my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# First went for a dress sense &amp;colour coordination class&lt;br /&gt;# I'm winter cool colours yaye.&lt;br /&gt;# Me &amp;Lilian helped Dawn to do mini-facial. Hahah so exciting. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Went to a Conference Room&lt;br /&gt;# Had class about communication skills: then IQ, EQ &amp;CQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Went to multi-purpose hall&lt;br /&gt;# Lessons on poise etc;&lt;br /&gt;# My heel came off wth&lt;br /&gt;# Changed to other pair of shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Dining room, had a five-course meal&lt;br /&gt;# Corrected the trainer about holding of red wine glass&lt;br /&gt;# I insist I am right, because my mom's friends with a French cuisine cook &amp;wine taster :]&lt;br /&gt;# Walaipon commended me. THANKYOU(:&lt;br /&gt;# Took photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Trained with Dawn &amp;Lilian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, NOT THAT BORING LUH(: but some things were kind of crappy, but then I still enjoyed myself with Dawn, Lilian &amp;amp;Sam Goh :D Had funnnnnnn. Tomorrow is learning journey I think. Crapola. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116842398825086881?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116842398825086881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116842398825086881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116842398825086881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116842398825086881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2007/01/exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116833910172880476</id><published>2007-01-09T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:38:21.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally went back for band, things were so damn miserable.&lt;br /&gt;Wth is wrong with the conductor, like seriously. He's an adult, thought he should've known better. Goodness. I think even my baby cousin doesn't throw such bad tempers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, forgive and forget. :]&lt;br /&gt;I treated percussionist to lollipops! I'm like haaaa so nice. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Digital Prisms is a horrible song, Safari and Sunrise is like... blah. I don't know luh, just no drive for SYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY(:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the usual people so much, they bring so much joy and satisfaction to hungry tummies! People who know what's &lt;strong&gt;FUN &lt;/strong&gt;and where the &lt;strong&gt;GOOD FOOD &lt;/strong&gt;is at. LOVE you guys plenty(:&lt;br /&gt;I seriously, love &lt;em&gt;hokkien mee&lt;/em&gt; heehee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rushed blog post for today, gotta' go dinner with the lovely ladies from dance. (:&lt;br /&gt;Grooming course tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116833910172880476?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116833910172880476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116833910172880476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116833910172880476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116833910172880476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-finally-went-back-for-band-things.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116815000184757720</id><published>2007-01-07T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T14:06:41.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE USUAL PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOMP CHOMP&lt;/span&gt; was awesome, as usual, and I fell in love with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hokkien mee &lt;/span&gt;again. Aha. :D&lt;br /&gt;But I'm broke as hell, sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roslyn, Yangyi, Alton&lt;/span&gt; &amp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric&lt;/span&gt;'s house play!&lt;br /&gt;So exciting until we almost missed last public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU ERIC FOR THE CAB FARE&lt;/span&gt;. :D You rock... for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;. Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lovin' yesterday! Fun to the max with the ever awesome &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E ZONE&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;First service of the year was great! The three purpose in life: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christ, church, character&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After service, helped out with the decoration. New balloons, and a lot of nice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt;y cloth! Someb said it looked very &lt;u&gt;indian&lt;/u&gt;. Hohohoho funny like funfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my exciting journey to find E zone began: I bused down to somewhere relatively near City Hall, hiked to Clarke before they told me they changed to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burger King&lt;/span&gt; near City Hall: hence I walked &lt;u&gt;ONE BIG ROUND&lt;/u&gt;. Wah thanks. Had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheesesticks&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ice milo&lt;/span&gt;, I hate BK's ice milo, tiny and super expensive, cheat my money &amp;my feelings. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was a bundle of fun! So many photographs taken, so much crap.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UOB&lt;/span&gt; building near &lt;u&gt;Raffles Place MRT&lt;/u&gt;, took more crazy photographs, crapped even more, and played games! &lt;u&gt;Chair game &amp;dog and bone&lt;/u&gt;. So fun, team three &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WON&lt;/span&gt;! We rock worhzxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went Macs as some people wanted toilet others supper.&lt;br /&gt;Happily took &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NR6&lt;/span&gt; home, straight at my doorstep. Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; E ZONE MANY MANY MANY(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; xoxo;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116815000184757720?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116815000184757720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116815000184757720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116815000184757720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116815000184757720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2007/01/hahaha-i-love-usual-people-chomp-chomp.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116797178526129191</id><published>2007-01-05T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:38:00.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GOODNESS, &lt;/strong&gt;they're trying to expell me from school for not attending my CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two days of school was boring as usual, &lt;u&gt;January is a boring month&lt;/u&gt;. Mhm. Used to it after like three years, so who cares. Sat in the hall all day, I thought my ass was going to cramp up. I slept through somebody's talk, couldn't help it if school starts at 7.30. I think talks should be held on Wednesday when school starts 8.30, maybe I might not fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a strong feeling I will. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Went to church with &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Xinhui&lt;/span&gt; after buying my stuff from &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Spotlight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mattheus&lt;/span&gt; going home, gosh he looks so different with a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;He said &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;me and Xinhui looked like sisters from afar&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAH. That means I'm a very young mummy yaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watched &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;dance practice&lt;/span&gt;. Exciting, even though I've seen those moves a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;thousand and one&lt;/span&gt; times, I'm still in love with those moves. Super cool yeah. Then I made a new friend, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;STC one&lt;/span&gt;! So exciting, she's a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ballerina&lt;/span&gt;. Oooh. So crapped with her and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Plaza Singapura&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;FL&lt;/span&gt; to get her new school shoes, got wet la. The &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Montfort guys&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Marists&lt;/span&gt; got soaked, trying to run through that rain. Poor thing, they gunna catch colds. Me and FL walked, and my school shoe &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;squishes&lt;/span&gt; now, thanks to wet socks &amp;shoes. Terrific day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; PastaMania-ed with FL and Gab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; linguine creamy chicken&lt;/span&gt;. Then went home, and realised had dental at 1130.&lt;br /&gt;So slept early, woke up to text teachers about it.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt lectured me on putting my dental during school hours. C'mon, there's no lessons, can you don't deprive me of sleep? Gee. I'm not exactly very free after school hours, there's &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BAND&lt;/span&gt; to attend. I mean to sit in and stone at. Or rather forced to go. Yeah, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up to a very sucky day man. At church now. :D&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;not entertained. &lt;strong&gt;Roslyn's &lt;/strong&gt;a darling, she's playing a kiddy game. Hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with &lt;strong&gt;Coldplay&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean I already am. Exciting isn't it, I'm dreading school, but I'm eagerly anticipating service tomorrow. God! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to find you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I set you apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tell me your secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;And ask me your questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;oh, let's go back to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles&lt;br /&gt;Calling tails&lt;br /&gt;Heads on a science apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;It's such a shame for us to part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, take me back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just guessing&lt;br /&gt;At numbers and figures&lt;br /&gt;Pulling the puzzles apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions of science&lt;br /&gt;Science and progress&lt;br /&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;Come back and haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I rush to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles&lt;br /&gt;Chasing our tails&lt;br /&gt;Coming back as we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;it's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to the start...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116797178526129191?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116797178526129191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116797178526129191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116797178526129191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116797178526129191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2007/01/goodness-theyre-trying-to-expell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116781982538119392</id><published>2007-01-03T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:30:22.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh great, my year started with a bang a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO bookings - one for my MIA (missing-in-action) &lt;u&gt;nametag&lt;/u&gt;, another one for my &lt;u&gt;gold-turned-black-turned-fading-to-brown-hair&lt;/u&gt;. Oh gosh, it's terrible. Two bookings in the beginning of the year. Goodness gracious. I've never been so embarrassed before in my life... wait, I have been more embarrassed. Now I bet like half the school remembers me, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school I chiong to Ah Keow to dye my hair &lt;b&gt;JET BLACK&lt;/b&gt;, my hair is like ammonia smell now. &lt;em&gt;Sian ji puah&lt;/em&gt;. So annoying, then when I was dyeing my hair&lt;strong&gt; Yue Ying, Jolene&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Cynthia &lt;/strong&gt;came also. To cut hair. Then bumped into them at KFC at Hougang Mall later cos I was buying honey chicken leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yummmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So stayed in church play slack computer'd, &amp;now I'm bored outta' my skull because the whole freaking world isn't here. Just Shu Yi. Then a few leaders, &lt;strong&gt;Esther &amp;amp;co&lt;/strong&gt;. came and left, then &lt;strong&gt;Michelle Yao &amp;co&lt;/strong&gt;. came and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shiya, where're you, I miss you woman. (:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S I'm visiting Temasek Polytechnic Open House on 18th January, Thursday; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ngee Ann Polytechnic Open House on 19th January, Friday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody care to give me personalised tour? (: Jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;XOXO;&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/34399846-116781982538119392?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116781982538119392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116781982538119392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116781982538119392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116781982538119392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-great-my-year-started-with-bang.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116766817234599370</id><published>2007-01-02T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:16:12.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Text"&gt; You know I feel there's something 'bout to break now,&lt;br /&gt;You know I feel there's a city here to take now.&lt;br /&gt;And it's not so tough for these ordinary hands,&lt;br /&gt;When we trust someone with extraordinary plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I feel this heart's about to break now,&lt;br /&gt;Cos I can see what the devil's trying to take now.&lt;br /&gt;We've got this leather backed book and a freedom cry,&lt;br /&gt;And we're an army of God who are ready to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give us hope where hope is gone,&lt;br /&gt;You fill the streets with a holy song,&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna paint this big old town red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, Here we come, here we come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, Here we come, here we come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I feel this sky's about to break now.&lt;br /&gt;You know I feel our city's gonna shake now.&lt;br /&gt;And we hear you call every woman and man,&lt;br /&gt;"Ring the mission bell" and storm the gates of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles run from street to street,&lt;br /&gt;Rise up Church for a holy meet,&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna paint this big old town &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna paint this big old town &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; With the blood of Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ring, ring, ring, ring the mission bell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sing, sing, sing, sing we've got a story to tell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ring, ring, ring, ring the mission bell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sing, sing, sing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116766817234599370?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116766817234599370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116766817234599370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116766817234599370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116766817234599370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-know-i-feel-theres-something-bout.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116764865078397757</id><published>2007-01-01T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T18:50:50.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Countdown at church was greatawesomeamazingcoolbrilliant and the list of exciting descriptive words I could list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;CREATE &amp;HEARTS AWARDS 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun being involved in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ministry&lt;/span&gt;, though it was pretty busy, but it's great.&lt;br /&gt;Beautifying people is my job :D I donated all my hairwax. Hahahaha. I don't use them anyway, and I just remembered I left my slippers back at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parkview&lt;/span&gt; after we walked back to church yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the performance. The dance item never make me fail to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;screaaaaaaaaam&lt;/span&gt;! My &lt;u&gt;favourite item&lt;/u&gt;, everrrrr. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;41st Day &amp;Phenomal&lt;/span&gt; (spelling?) were awesome, as usual. And interesting fact of the day, I argued with Xinhui about something so veh funny, on whether the bus driver was an uncle or auntie. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XINHUI AH&lt;/span&gt;, I still stand to my opinion, it's an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNCLE OK :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's presence was strong. But I still can't hear him, but for now, I'd be contented with dwelling in His presence. Everything is going to change, from this year onwards. It's a fresh new start, the awakening from a dream. I'm going to tackle new obstacles, drown in new waters and learn to swim, and there's the humongously terrifying O'levels to think about, but I'm sure it's an obstacle I can handle with faith. The year ended with a big bang, I'm excited. For the new year holds so many promises! I can't wait. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;These three days is just chicken rice and 7-ups straight all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I won't miss chicken rice, ever again. Breakfast lunch dinner chicken rice. My goodness la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michelle's laptop veh heavy&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA. Then back to good ol' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dhoby Ghaut&lt;/span&gt;! :D Had my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; foosball match of the year,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I WON &lt;/span&gt;:D Then owned some people with Ah Cai, then went to auditorium to play gameeeeeeee, the first game I played in church, the infamous B zone game! Super duper fun, I think the banana dance is good. Yeah man. I never even got forfeit whee I rock worhzxzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went home with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;NEL&lt;/span&gt; people, Tess, Eric, Wenmin, Yi Jing, Jomain &amp;Xinjie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something terrible happened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside I smile and tell her it's ok, it's alright,&lt;br /&gt;she smiles for me and I know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she's hurting inside, she's crying, she's dying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Inside, I'm crying for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, can You show her Your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;because I know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You love us&lt;/span&gt;. No matter how broken we are, how distasteful we are, how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugly we are deep down inside&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You knew us when we were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;broken&lt;/span&gt;, yet loved us still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want a heart like Yours&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;u&gt;comfort&lt;/u&gt;, to &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt;, to &lt;u&gt;seek the lost&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And that is my cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is an awesome God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He reigns, from heaven above He reigns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116764865078397757?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116764865078397757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116764865078397757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116764865078397757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116764865078397757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2007/01/merry-new-year-countdown-at-church-was.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116745904608221526</id><published>2006-12-30T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T14:10:46.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; make me smile to no end,&lt;br /&gt;thank you! (: &lt;u&gt;I love you&lt;/u&gt; guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what I did for the past few days, I short term memory sia.&lt;br /&gt;All I can remember is yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Create 2006 Full-Dress Rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You guys so should come for Create, it is so damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;I was like *jaw drop*. But I won't spoil the surprise for you, better come and see it for yourself. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reached Parkview at like ten minutes earlier. It was quite slack actually, then....&lt;br /&gt;it started to get chaotic! Everybody streamed into the room, I have people going like 'I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAI DO MY HAIR LEH&lt;/span&gt;' then I'm like '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAITTTTTT&lt;/span&gt;' and I rushed everything. Lucky I didn't have to do much make-up, wahahaha. I lazy la. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hairstyling and manicure was fun to the max! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7plus &lt;/span&gt;we were released, so I went to sit with Joyce to watch the rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;It's so veh cool. :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm in love with the dance item&lt;/span&gt;, I could just watch it again &amp;again. o: *jaw drops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt; bought chicken rice for me, yummy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUNNY THING&lt;/span&gt;, they don't give spoons. Wth. So we borrowed them from the people eating KFC, using the mashed potato spoon. HHAHAHA. So poor thing la we all. Then we washed the spoons after eating, left it for others yaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal was good. Blah blah. Then at around&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 11plus&lt;/span&gt;, went home. &lt;u&gt;RUNNNNN&lt;/u&gt; all the way from green line to purple line to catch the second last train. &lt;u&gt;Mei you li qi le la&lt;/u&gt;. Went with the dancers. Hahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fulfilling day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I may be alone, but I will never be lonely, because I have Jesus Christ inside of me! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116745904608221526?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116745904608221526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116745904608221526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116745904608221526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116745904608221526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/shiya-d-so-i-reached-parkview-at-like.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116713332729764839</id><published>2006-12-26T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:42:07.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please love your parents if they are still together.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't wish they will fight and divorce, it's not funny. ):&lt;br /&gt;Let's be a generation that will give their children both father and mother,&lt;br /&gt;no more fatherless or motherless generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I just felt like saying this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the love of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116713332729764839?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116713332729764839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116713332729764839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116713332729764839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116713332729764839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/please-love-your-parents-if-they-are.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116711191824332689</id><published>2006-12-26T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T13:45:18.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; WAS THE MOST BRILLIANT, MOST AWESOME, MOST AMAZING, AND THE BEST CHRISTMAS I EVER HAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;笙･&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many people I wanna thank for making me feel so belong here,&lt;br /&gt;gone were the quiet days of Christmas where I either did nothing or went shopping mindlessly,&lt;br /&gt;but now I get to do exciting things like beautifying people with my talents! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWENTYTHIRD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Cuiting &amp;Sherman for coming to fetch me :]&lt;br /&gt;Went town, saw Eric at Heeren.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Topshop/Topman, saw Furong &amp;amp;Ian.&lt;br /&gt;Pop came Jieru, Adri &amp;Chew from Far East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I left with the ladies to jalan jalan and enjoy ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;We ended up back at Far East later on, sat in a salon with half the church (LOL),&lt;br /&gt;fellowship-ed by crapping lame shit, watched people's hair get really gorgeous, then at lasttttt,&lt;br /&gt;went off to makan at Newton with Eric, a-dying-from-high-heels Sabby (HAHA), and some other lovely people. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XMAS EVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to meet veh early, but I was so tired that I couldn't even get off the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Met CG at Bugis MRT, had KFC for lunch. Waste money sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Parkview Square, helped out at the manicure table. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then SERVICE!&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to receive God's presence. :] 41st Day plays with such anointing, it's so veh cool. Love them. o:&lt;br /&gt;The percussion performance was cool, I like the drumsticks. Glow in the dark. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;I love the dance item, I screamed like a mad woman running away from a molester for bestfriend Charmaine Wu, you should see her solo man, so cool. Cool like water cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the message that was preached; as usual. Then 41st Day performed a Coldplay song, then some more worship songs. Service ended with a bang. Varron &amp;her friend went off first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went Marina Square to eat with Xinhui &amp;amp;Joyce &amp;Jianle. Had fun camera-whoring. :D&lt;br /&gt;Love salmon bento. Marina Square is a good place, but with good &amp;amp;bad memories. Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;Then we just walk walk around doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, ended up in Esplanade. Went to the rooftop, was drizzling. But we just sat down and crap. Hahaha. Crap for veh long. Then went home. Wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XMAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met CG at 1230. As usual, people gheytio la. Waited with Eeni for the rest of CG to turn up. Then I rushed to Parkview Square, was late for fashion meeting. ):&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister Alicia&lt;/span&gt;! :D I did Charmaine's hair &amp;make-up, (HAHA ROSY CHEEKS. SO CUTE LA.) a bit of Eeloo's hair, Roslyn's make-up, then I went back to my manicure table. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I felt an air of hostility wafting over Felicia right over to me. Hahahah heck that woman la. I can't be bothered with people who act popular la. I never can ok. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun with the hair glitter spray thing. So funny. My whole palm also have.&lt;br /&gt;Did nails for Lilian, stars on her middle finger, so funny, hahaha. I pon lunch. Hungry like mad. Then serviceeeeeeee. Same exciting items, I screamed like mad again for Charmaine. She's such a good dancer, don't be jealous of her ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After service I went to find SHIYA! Yes I'm back darling and I missed you like nuts la you woman. ((: LOVE YOUUUU! Rah. Then went to haunt people for my present. HAHAHA. Yay, and showed off my sexy Spongebob bag to the people. Ongah funny, he say look like me. I didn't know I'm so cute and lovable. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually wanted to go eat at Marina Square. Then changed plans to Plaza Singapura.&lt;br /&gt;Ate salmon bento again, waste my money. After that some E ZONE people went Clarke, wheeeeee, it was the funnest part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat around and crapped like morons, cam-whored, and it was so fun. HAHA some people cannot climb up the ledge thing, and some people keep on saying I climb the time very man. HAHAH so funny. I 50% man right.&lt;br /&gt;Then me &amp;Shiya went to buy slurpee, I dropped mine on the floor. My Cherryzyme! D: But lucky still got a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started to drizzle, I open my umbrella, then somebody trying to be funy ah, kidnapped my TAIWAN-bought umbrella. Ya la I TAIWAN cannot ah. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun, I got so veh high, lauged like someone who had been entertained by a comedian (HAHA) then the rain got heavy. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went home. Went down the so called 99 STEPS STAIRCASE, so many steps, I sian diao. Some people funny go up to take escalator. Then sat down there waiting for the escalator people who gheytio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at my willpower. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RESIST TEMPTATIONNNNNNN&lt;/span&gt;. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you, HOGC, for making me feel like I belong. (:&lt;br /&gt;You guys are the best, no questions no doubts about it.&lt;br /&gt;Love. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116711191824332689?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116711191824332689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116711191824332689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116711191824332689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116711191824332689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-was-most-brilliant-most.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116679546414102402</id><published>2006-12-22T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T21:51:04.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DVD marathon: Legally Blonde, Just My Luck, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sex &amp;The City&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116679546414102402?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116679546414102402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116679546414102402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116679546414102402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116679546414102402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/dvd-marathon-legally-blonde-just-my.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116670145363857270</id><published>2006-12-21T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T19:44:13.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/483947/bestie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/320/329115/bestie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's over.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not &lt;em&gt;I guess&lt;/em&gt;, but &lt;strong&gt;it is&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I will say sorry a thousand times,&lt;br /&gt;because it is my fault she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.U.S.H; Pray Until Something Happens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pray, pray, pray.&lt;br /&gt;Just for her to &lt;strong&gt;go back&lt;/strong&gt; to You,&lt;br /&gt;even though it's never the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm so sorry. I just can't say how sorry I am,&lt;br /&gt;but I will take the blame because it is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't leave, but she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she is wise to still believe in You, but &lt;strong&gt;I want her to be able to see Your face in heaven&lt;/strong&gt;, and know You better. She used to be so close to You and me, but &lt;u&gt;it's my fault&lt;/u&gt; she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two&lt;/strong&gt; more days, and I will see the people who love me for who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116670145363857270?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116670145363857270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116670145363857270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116670145363857270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116670145363857270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-guess-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116661837612611844</id><published>2006-12-20T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:39:36.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;u&gt;swear&lt;/u&gt; I'm not&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; okay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116661837612611844?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116661837612611844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116661837612611844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116661837612611844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116661837612611844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-swear-im-not-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116655117260250944</id><published>2006-12-20T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T01:59:32.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my darling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sugar cats&lt;/span&gt;. time flies!&lt;br /&gt;one more day to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHARMAINE WU&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haopengyou&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;I simply can't wait for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, it's gunnabe the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;Still dateless?&lt;br /&gt;I WANT YOU! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥MAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116655117260250944?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116655117260250944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116655117260250944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116655117260250944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116655117260250944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/3-more-days-to-my-darling-sugar-cats.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116645821190939287</id><published>2006-12-18T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:10:11.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped today, got this pair of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SUPER HOT HEELS&lt;/span&gt; for like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S$20&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan stuff is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheap&lt;/span&gt;, not like Singapore, where a pair of shoe could go more expensive than that.&lt;br /&gt;I've finished most of my shopping &amp;wrapping for people! :D Huzzah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a good &amp;amp;bad day.&lt;br /&gt;I should have known better, that it's the end. Ta-da. THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I live for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F.A.S.H.I.O.N&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FASHION&lt;/span&gt; only. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116645821190939287?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116645821190939287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116645821190939287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116645821190939287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116645821190939287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/moving-on.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116636443459512718</id><published>2006-12-17T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:11:34.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/124281/blog.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/320/481655/blog.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116636443459512718?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116636443459512718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116636443459512718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116636443459512718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116636443459512718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116612354551087891</id><published>2006-12-15T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T03:29:00.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet has been down for the past two days, dang it.&lt;br /&gt;I was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; superduperluperhuperkuper&lt;/span&gt; happy when it came back, goodness me, I thought I'd died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a couple of you might've known, I've rediscovered my love for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neopets&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/861694/whack-a-kass%20trophy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/320/642257/whack-a-kass%20trophy.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My current obsession is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whack-A-Kass&lt;/span&gt; game, I've got a hi-score of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;954&lt;/span&gt; and am currently working towards getting that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smexymexy&lt;/span&gt; trophy. 8D Oooooh, pretty &amp;&amp;amp;gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've amazingly garnered 20k in three days! o: (I know my account is older than that, but that's the number of days I played, I kept forgetting abt it until nw) I made 10k today :D On games alone &amp;alone.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; I rockzxzxz worzxxzxz.&lt;/span&gt; Okay tht was so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, my life has been incredibly uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Life&lt;/span&gt; for the last time this Saturday, then Sunday I'm going out with my family.&lt;br /&gt;(: Yeah, so I'm going shopping on Monday, so please bug me on Sunday to get you your things if I haven't. x.x&lt;br /&gt;Sorreh, I need ta shop for myself too, teeheehee. Those who owe me bucks, please stock up on your paperssssss &amp;coins if you're that broke.&lt;br /&gt;I accept&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; instalment&lt;/span&gt;. :D Yes,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; interest, I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just flipping through the photo album &amp;my bro's kindergarten graduation book thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I realised that, there was not one complete family photo in the album.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my bro's graduation book, I found one.&lt;br /&gt;One, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; photo. The only photo we have, that signifies our family &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's always one parent missing.&lt;br /&gt;You know, we have to be a &lt;u&gt;different&lt;/u&gt; generation.&lt;br /&gt;We have to be the generation that will give their future families something different,&lt;br /&gt;to give their future kids something different, something we call a whole family.&lt;br /&gt;Not like the disappointment we have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Speaking of that, my mom's bf came back from China today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ew he smokes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;u&gt;movie marathon&lt;/u&gt; continues on for the past two days due to the internet's pms, so I have watched...&lt;br /&gt;Corpse Bride (like finally), Spirited Away, Laputa: Castle in the Sky, Full Metal Alchemist Movie: Shambala, V for Vendetta (chimology, you'd die! Geegoodnessme.) &amp;I think that's all, I've either forgotten the rest of what I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lakehouse&lt;/span&gt; was boring shit, so it's true from what the others have told me.&lt;br /&gt;It's just dialogue after dialogue, letter after letter. Boring as hell, Click was so much more better, it made me cry. ):&lt;br /&gt;Fineeeee, I'd just admit that I got a tad bit emo watching Click and I actually cried. Gee. That's the first movie I've cried at, save Titanic which was like 546876547 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I'm off to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Neopets&lt;/span&gt; again :D&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have for the remaining nine days I stay in Taiwan(:&lt;br /&gt;Missin' you guys more &amp;more each day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. not forgetting my beloved &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;foosball &lt;/span&gt;of course(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Maaaaaaaaaai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116612354551087891?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116612354551087891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116612354551087891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116612354551087891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116612354551087891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/9-more-days-my-internet-has-been-down.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116585420235839826</id><published>2006-12-11T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T01:25:15.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I can see my honeybunnysugarpies, people I've missed truckbuscar loads,&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥  I love messages, they make me happppppyyyyyyy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma on a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; movie marathon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She's The Man, Click, Mad Hot Ballroom Dancing, and now&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Lakehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Omglove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;From Sing Chuen's blog!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked a cigar&lt;br /&gt;( ) done weed&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;(x) drank alcohol&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in love (goong counts right?)&lt;br /&gt;(x) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;(x) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) snuck out of a parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone out on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a crush on an older person&lt;br /&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;( ) seen someone/something die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5&lt;br /&gt;(  ) had/have a crush on one of your FRIENDSTER friends&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Paris&lt;br /&gt;( )been to Spain&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;( )thrown out for drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( )been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) met someone BECAUSE of myspace&lt;br /&gt;(x) been mosh pitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) taken pain killers&lt;br /&gt;(x) love/like someone right now&lt;br /&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;( )made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8&lt;br /&gt;( )had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;(x) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x) played dress up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9&lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;(  ) gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10&lt;br /&gt;(x) used a fake/someone else's ID&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;( ) killed a snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11&lt;br /&gt;(x) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;(x) been robbed/vandalized&lt;br /&gt;(x) robbed someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;( ) pet a reindeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12&lt;br /&gt;(x) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;( )been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;( )had detention&lt;br /&gt;( )been in a car/motorcycle accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 13&lt;br /&gt;(x) had/have braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(x)had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;(x)danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 14&lt;br /&gt;(x) hated the way you look&lt;br /&gt;( ) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;( ) pole danced&lt;br /&gt;(x) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;(x) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 15&lt;br /&gt;(x) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to the opposite side of the world&lt;br /&gt;(x) swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like you were dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 16&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) recently coloured with crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;br /&gt;( )sang karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 17&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 18&lt;br /&gt;(x) written a letter to Santa Clause&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(x)watched the sun set with someone youcare/cared about&lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(x ) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 19&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;( )have traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone roller skating/ blading&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;( )Humped a monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 20&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed "lan jiao" at a football game&lt;br /&gt;( ) swimming with dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 21&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your tongue stuck to a pole/freezer/icecube&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn the opposite sex clothes&lt;br /&gt;( x) Sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 22&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;( ) can do a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(x) talked on the phone for more than 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 23&lt;br /&gt;( ) picked and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) had/been in a tree house&lt;br /&gt;(x) aren't scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR:  58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 25&lt;br /&gt;( ) believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) have/had more than 30 pairs of shoes(in a lifetime)&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 58 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Key"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A: likes to flirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;B: Likes people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;C: Is wild and crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;D: has one of the best personalities ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;E: is a damn good kisser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;F: people adore u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;G: Never let people tell you what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;H: Has a very good personality and looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I: Is always there for their friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;J: Lives life for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;K: Really silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;L: Loved by everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;M: Makes dating fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;N: Dead sexy. One of the best damn bf/gf anyone one could ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;O: Best in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;P: Popular with all types of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Q: A hypocrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;R: Crazy child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;S: Easy to fall in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;T: a big tease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;U: Really likes to chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;V: Not judgemental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;W: Very broad minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;X: Never let people tell you what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Y: Dead sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Z: Always ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L: Loved by everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I: Is always there for their friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N: Dead sexy. One of the best damn bf/gf anyone one could ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I: Is always there for their friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M: Makes dating fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: likes to flirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I: Is always there for their friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was fun. 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116585420235839826?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116585420235839826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116585420235839826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116585420235839826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116585420235839826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/12-more-days-and-i-can-see-my.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116575289982600855</id><published>2006-12-10T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T04:34:50.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;  From Huiying's blog!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl cries in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;it means she couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;If you take her hand, she would stay with you for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;If you let her go, she couldn't go back to being herself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A girl won't cry easily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Except in front of the person she loves most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she becomes weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A girl won't cry easily, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only when she loves you the most, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she puts down her ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if a girl cries in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;Please hold her hand firmly.&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who will stay with you for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if a girl cries because of you,&lt;br /&gt;Please don't give her up.&lt;br /&gt;Because of your decision, you might ruin her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she cries right in front of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she cries because of you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look into her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Can you see the pain and hurt she is feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which other girl has cried in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;with pure sincerity?&lt;br /&gt;In front of you, because of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries not because she is weak,&lt;br /&gt;She cries not because she wants sympathy or pity,&lt;br /&gt;She cries,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because silently crying is no longer possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain, hurt and agony,&lt;br /&gt;has become too big a burden to be kept inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, think about it.&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cries her heart out for you, to you;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to look back on what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;Only you will know the answer to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do consider it.&lt;br /&gt;Because one day,&lt;br /&gt;it may be too late for regrets.&lt;br /&gt;It may be too late to say "I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will race across that bridge a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thousand times&lt;/span&gt;, holding my breath, feel the pain of my oxygen-denied lungs bursting, to feel the ache of my muscles, &lt;u&gt;just for you to come back&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to being my friend, and to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, friendships can be so fragile.&lt;br /&gt;I place this broken friendship into Your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;From Cristal's blog!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How am I feeling today?&lt;/span&gt; Sexyback - Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do my friends see me? &lt;/span&gt;Fergielicious - Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where will I get married? &lt;/span&gt;Rudebox - Robbie Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is my best friend's theme song? &lt;/span&gt;The Blowers' Daughter - Damien Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the story of my life? &lt;/span&gt;Like A Star - Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is/was high school like? &lt;/span&gt;Shiver - Natalia Imbruglia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can I get ahead in life? &lt;/span&gt;Wind It Up - Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the best thing about me? &lt;/span&gt;Sugar Sugar - Baby Bash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is today going to be like? &lt;/span&gt;I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At the Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is in store for this weekend? &lt;/span&gt;A Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What song describes my parent(s)? &lt;/span&gt;Ugly - Sugababes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To describe my grandparents? &lt;/span&gt;Don't Forget About Us - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How is my life going? &lt;/span&gt;Lose Control - Missy Elliott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What song will they play at my funeral? &lt;/span&gt;Geek in the Pink - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How does the world see me? &lt;/span&gt;I Bruise Easily - Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will I have a happy life? &lt;/span&gt;She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do my friends really think of me? &lt;/span&gt;Dirty Little Secret - All Americans' Reject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do people secretly lust after me? &lt;/span&gt;Hips Don't Lie - Shakira feat. Wyclef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can I make myself happy? &lt;/span&gt;Stickwitu - Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will i ever have children? &lt;/span&gt;Over - Lindsay Lohan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the songs do not make sense at all, they don't seem to answer the questions. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116575289982600855?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116575289982600855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116575289982600855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116575289982600855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116575289982600855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/y-from-huiyings-blog-when-girl-cries.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116567111385097747</id><published>2006-12-09T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:31:53.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG I NEED TO RANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was actually pretty okay, I woke up dead early.&lt;br /&gt;I had another dream, it's super retarded, I'd blog abt tht bit later if I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;Then went ximending to meet the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TWINS&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Neoprints were funnnnnn. Can't wait for them to send me the pics.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to eat ice kachang (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;MANGO-YYYY&lt;/span&gt;) and they went off. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soz I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Patrick-hunting&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiya&lt;/span&gt; and doing a fine bit of shopping myself, then&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; SHIT&lt;/span&gt; I realised&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; I fuking dropped my phone&lt;/span&gt; somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Then shit + shit because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1 I LOVE THT PHONE LOADS&lt;/span&gt;. Got this &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;really funny video&lt;/span&gt; inside (thank God for backup copies and infrared and bluetooth, whatever.) my beloved Doraemon ringtone(s), loads of nice smses from my dahlings tht make me feel warm and fuzzy when I'm down and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2 IT'S MY MOM'S NUMBER&lt;/span&gt;. So I'm officially fried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, soz I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miserablefuk&lt;/span&gt;. I sat down, and so this old, ugly looking guy tried to make friends with me.&lt;br /&gt;I figured out his friends were pretty okay, some guy some girl, soz I see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;! I thought it'd be safe. But they went off to get someth, then the guy was entertaining me. We sat by the staircase, and wth he's &lt;u&gt;smoking&lt;/u&gt;. He offered me one, I was like uhhhhhhh, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quitting&lt;/span&gt;. It's horrible if you watch someb do it but you can't, but I figured out staring at my manicured fingers work as a pretty good distraction. Soz when we were talking, I ended up chatting with my fingers half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soz it turns out he's this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19 &lt;/span&gt;year old guy working as a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;jing ji ren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (artist's manager person whtever) at an advertising company.&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked a little... I mean I answered his questions and he asked me. I'm sorry, but I lied about half of it because I'm not too fond of very questioning strangers. Then came the BINGO part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;He asked me to be his gf.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;s&gt;wth.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously I said no and told him I study overseas and I come back half a year only. He says it's alright, and he wants my photo. I said no. I don't like the idea of strangers &lt;s&gt;masturbating&lt;/s&gt; to my photos, thankyouverymuch. Then he told me I'm the type he likes. The 'ice queen', pretty kind of girls. (okay, the compliment made me happy but didn't really do much, I'm already annoyed at losing my hp)&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he likes to go steady with people and UNDERSTAND and get to know them rather than the other way round which I'm more accustomed as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing he's pretty brave to ask tht, I just rejected him gently.&lt;br /&gt;Then he spent the next half an hour persuading me tht he has the power to take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;He even took out his wallet and flashed at me the thick wads of bills. Is that the legendary, "BAO YANG" I've heard so much on tv? OMG, I feel honoured. But anw the point is, I rejected him anyway. Then he wanted to talk to me somemore. So he told his friends he go somewhere, and we sat at another staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being nice, he offered to carry my plastic bag. Yay. I like tht part, cos my hands are really veh suan.&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked if he can hold my hand. I said no. So this is our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; May I hold your hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Why not? Wo zai ba ni. (as in, chasing me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Haven't ba dao, cannot hold lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; then what's counted as ba dao?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Ni ba bu dao lah. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay soz he shuts up. But even so, he every now and then grabs my arm and pretends to steer me through the crowd of people.&lt;br /&gt;Then at another staircase, when I sat down with the bag covering my skirt, he tried to take it away. I said I don't want, you want to see ah, jokingly lah. Then he said yeah. I got kinda' freaked out, but I act nothing and so we continued talking.  He asked about how many steads I had before, how old am I, and please take note, he didn't ask for my name, neither did I. (so I'm saved from making up a name, whew)&lt;br /&gt;Then I think I was pretty bo chap from him keep on asking me to be his gf.&lt;br /&gt;He asked why can't he. I said you're too short. I emphasized the point. (I'm taller than him, seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;Then he said it's okay what. And he said I hurt him. I said oh, sorry, but I really don't like short guys.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I think he got bo chap too (just about time) and he said I won't force you. If you really don't want to, please leave now.&lt;br /&gt;I stared at him. Words I've been dying to hear! Just about time.&lt;br /&gt;Soz I happily stood up, took my plastic bag, grinned and said byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should've seen his face man, the expression was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I got my pretty ass saved from being scolded for losing the phone by my uncle, aunt and their son.&lt;br /&gt;*WHEW*&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm &lt;s&gt;fuking&lt;/s&gt; screwed, I haven't got a phone.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my SIM card is with me. As in the Singapore one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say no to &lt;s&gt;boys&lt;/s&gt;, say yes to Jesus.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116567111385097747?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116567111385097747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116567111385097747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116567111385097747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116567111385097747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/omg-i-need-to-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116550362451929116</id><published>2006-12-07T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:57:14.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dang, I &lt;u&gt;overslept&lt;/u&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;My mom came home to wake me up, I was sleeping like a log, says she.&lt;br /&gt;I was dreaming. As in, I'm having a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Not a very nice dream. I think I can call it a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;nightmare&lt;/span&gt;? But I just can't seem to pull myself away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cabbed to the horse ranch. I remember, I keep on thinking about the dream.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was tearing in the cab. After horse riding I felt better. Snapped a few shots of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bambi&lt;/span&gt;, pics up laterrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a horse called&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; JJ&lt;/span&gt;, hhaha, no prizes for guessing whose face came into my mind. :D&lt;br /&gt;I patted a horse called &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Snoopy&lt;/span&gt; today. He's a beautiful one 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went home and rested.&lt;br /&gt;Then went pasar malam @ tonghua jie with mummy dearest. She bought a new dress.&lt;br /&gt;And we overheard someth funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;A: EH you're not listening to what im saying can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;B: I AM(: what did you just say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for being so amused by it, I have no idea why either.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, random shoutout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are(: I miss you guys &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;terribly horribly fearfully plentifully truckcarbusloads&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;So exciting, meeting the lovely TWINS tomorrow after horse riding :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;lovelovelovelovelove&lt;/span&gt;, I'm so excited, and Saturday shopping love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, my post is so rainbow-y tday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every heartbeat says&lt;br /&gt;thank you Jesus&lt;br /&gt;how You gave Your life&lt;br /&gt;for my salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaze at the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;I see Your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every heartbeat says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thankyou Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how you gave Your life&lt;br /&gt;for my salavation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaze at the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;I see Your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will look to You&lt;br /&gt;night and day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sing of Your great name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how I live again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Your grace&lt;br /&gt;I see You face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the love of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my refuge always by my side&lt;br /&gt;forever I will sing&lt;br /&gt;and worship You my king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the one I adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give You&lt;br /&gt;my heart my all&lt;br /&gt;forever You are all I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord You're here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116550362451929116?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116550362451929116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116550362451929116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116550362451929116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116550362451929116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/dang-i-overslept-today.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116540106196984526</id><published>2006-12-06T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T19:50:09.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/I miss you so much, come back. God misses you too, go back to His ways.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; For you, I will fast. Come back to God, He will share the burden of your pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Without God, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;With You, I can be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Give me wings of eagles to rise up and shed the pain and grudges I bear,&lt;br /&gt;as I continue to lead people to You Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash away my sins, Lord, I know I've commited them consciously,&lt;br /&gt;for I was tempted by the devil. I pray against the devil, that Hell will tremble as we proclaim Your Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post, is about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEMORIES&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Photos! :D For your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/680443/clique_birdddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/200/211165/clique_birdddd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/13037/clique_band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/200/715423/clique_band.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After St. Marg's Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/13358/neoprints_weixin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/200/993124/neoprints_weixin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/589273/clique_percussion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/200/982598/clique_percussion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/152045/clique_bimbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/200/680227/clique_bimbo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/126378/clique_dressup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/200/112167/clique_dressup.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JEWEL (English translation)&lt;br /&gt;by Ayumi Hamasaki &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               &lt;br /&gt;Again today, all of my desires were&lt;br /&gt;Buried under the square, gray sky.                               &lt;br /&gt;The reason I can move on                               &lt;br /&gt;And walk among them without losing sight of the light                               &lt;br /&gt;Is that you always tell me&lt;br /&gt;That in some corner of this (dirty) city                               &lt;br /&gt;There are still things left that aren't touched, smudged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I held my breath as I watched you                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fall asleep completely exhausted.                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am the only one in the whole world                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who knows this vulnerably precious profile.                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One normal day, with sunlight pouring in                               &lt;br /&gt;And the gentle wind blowing,                               &lt;br /&gt;I felt that something was certainly changing,                               &lt;br /&gt;Softly, yet strongly, inside of me.                               &lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sad at all, but tears filled my eyes                               &lt;br /&gt;Was that you had melted the pain, the scar  in my heart                               &lt;br /&gt;And turned it in to such a tenderness&lt;br /&gt;That it hurt to think of you.                               &lt;br /&gt;If you should happen to come across a deep sadness,                               &lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would share it with me.                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I could do anything for your smile,                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My precious treasure.                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cq5N1vD0Tcg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cq5N1vD0Tcg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116540106196984526?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116540106196984526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116540106196984526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116540106196984526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116540106196984526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-miss-you-so-much-come-back.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116532775580912037</id><published>2006-12-05T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:09:23.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently obsessed with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayumi Hamasaki&lt;/span&gt;'s new music video, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jewel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics don't really make a lot of sense, but my point is her mv is prettaye.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's like white snowy glittery diamond-y. o: Awesome self-entertainment, and I'm endlessly amazed by how long her hair is.&lt;br /&gt;And how creepy her eyes look. o.o There was this scene where her pupils are actually diamonds. They. Freak. Me. Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's pretty. (= Soothing music as well, so I'm pretty captivated just staring at it. o:&lt;br /&gt;So everybuddaye, pop to Youtube and look fer it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also getting used to the false nail extension thing. Had fun, but I gunna remove it at night, otherwise I'd poke myself in the eyeball trying to remove my contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;And ystd was "MSN-people-are-hungry-day".&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone I chatted with are hungry ... Including myself of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Windows Live Messenger sucks, it wouldn't let me sign in, grrrrrr. Sorry to the people whom I was talking ystd, when I turned offline suddenly, I was trying to install WLM, wrong move. ): I miss MSN all of a sudden even though they're just abt the same thing, lol. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so had Spanish lesson today at the cafe/restaurant thing near my hse.&lt;br /&gt;Then went mummy's office, played with Josh, he's super adorable.&lt;br /&gt;And when I was bloghopping I came across this, so I decided to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:silver;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name 20 ppl n ans the questionbelow, after which, tag 13 ppl to do the quiz..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Adriena&lt;br /&gt;2) Shiya&lt;br /&gt;3) Joyce Leung&lt;br /&gt;4) Nigel&lt;br /&gt;5) Kitty&lt;br /&gt;6) Cristal Bek&lt;br /&gt;7) Fanglynn&lt;br /&gt;8) Tess&lt;br /&gt;9) Wilfred&lt;br /&gt;10) Xinjie&lt;br /&gt;11) Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;12) Charmaine&lt;br /&gt;13) Sherman&lt;br /&gt;14) Grace&lt;br /&gt;15) Wendy Quek&lt;br /&gt;16) Christina&lt;br /&gt;17) Sauyan&lt;br /&gt;18) Phyllis&lt;br /&gt;19)  Michelle Lim&lt;br /&gt;20) Kesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.how did u meet no.14?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in church, she was Joyce's friend(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. what would you do if you never met no. 1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will just die. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.what would you do if no.20 and no.9 dated with you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, totally impossible. no way, nuh-uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. would no.6 and no.7 make a good couple?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaah, they dont even know each other XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.describe no.3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's totally patrick-fan, lovable, full-of-crap and i love her truckcarbus loads(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.do u think no.8 is attractive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES((: mah green loverrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.say more about no. 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's retarded in a cute way, and she's so adorable then i love her to bits :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.do you know anything about no.12 family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, not very sure. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.what is no.10 fav?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOOODDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.what would you do if no.11 confessed that he/she like u?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, you gotta be kidding me! yes, i like you too, as my bro-in-Christ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.what language does no.15 speak??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english and chinese?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.who is no.18 going out with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.what is your relationship with n0.16 and how old is he/she now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's 14, band junior. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.when was the last time u talked to no.13?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.who is no.2 fav singer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, lollllllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.would u date no.4?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, nuh-uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.would u date no.14?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping date? no problem-o! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.is no.15 single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, very single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.what is no.10 last name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanggggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.would u ever consider being in a relationship with no.6?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, as shopping lovers, yeah man! haaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.what school does no.3 go to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compassvale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.where does no.4 live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhh, hougang there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.what is your fav thing about no.5?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's always there for me(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.what do u think of no.13?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.what do no.4 n no.9 have in common?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they both like shopping. :D at topman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.what special qualities does no.17 hold in your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a super lucky girl! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 PEOPLE TAGGED:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lazy to list out, any bored souls, just pick this up and do it and save yourself from boredom, lollllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all today, ta-ta world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116532775580912037?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116532775580912037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116532775580912037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116532775580912037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116532775580912037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-currently-obsessed-with-ayumi.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116524093575443097</id><published>2006-12-04T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:04:20.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, like wth, I totally overslept today.&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 5am and woke up at 4.51am, wth! Sheesh, I gunna learn to sleep early. :/&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning nocturnal! And my cough is back, shit. It was like fading, but now it came back, stronger than everrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky there ain't any lessons today, otherwise I'd have overslept all of 'em!&lt;br /&gt;There's Spanish tomorrow, horse-riding teacher ain't free tomorrow, dang it. Gunna confirm with mummy yonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I love food in Taiwan, it's so cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Don't give God paper roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Give Him real roses, real love, not false like the imitated, paper roses.&lt;br /&gt;He is real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Roses"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse One - Andre 3000]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline! Caroline!&lt;br /&gt;All the guys would say she's mighty fine&lt;br /&gt;But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time&lt;br /&gt;And the other half either got you cursed out, or coming up short&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, now dig this, even though&lt;br /&gt;You'd need a golden calculator to divide&lt;br /&gt;The time it took to look inside and realize that&lt;br /&gt;Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus- Repeat 2x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But lean a little bit closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; See that roses really smell like poo-oo-ooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yeah, roses really smell like poo-oo-ooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse Two - Andre 3000]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline! See she's the reason for the word "bitch"&lt;br /&gt;I hope she's speeding on the way to the club&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hurry up to get to some&lt;br /&gt;Baller or singer or somebody like that&lt;br /&gt;And try to put on her makeup in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And crash, crash, crash.. into a ditch! (Just Playing!)&lt;br /&gt;She needs a golden calculator to divide&lt;br /&gt;The time it took to look inside and realize that&lt;br /&gt;Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse Three - Big Boi]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she's got a hotty body, but her attitude is potty&lt;br /&gt;When I met her at a party she was hardly acting naughty&lt;br /&gt;I said "Would you call me?"&lt;br /&gt;She said "Pardon me, are you ballin'?"&lt;br /&gt;I said "Darling, you sound like a prostitute pausing"&lt;br /&gt;Oh so you're one them freaks, get geeked at the sight of ATM receipts&lt;br /&gt;But game been peeped, dropping names she's weak&lt;br /&gt;Trickin' off this bitch is lost&lt;br /&gt;Must take me for a geek a quick way to eat&lt;br /&gt;A neat place sleep, a rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat&lt;br /&gt;Now go on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, we don't want to get involved with no lawyers&lt;br /&gt;And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see ya support bra not support you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better come back down to Mars&lt;br /&gt;Girl, quit chasin' cars&lt;br /&gt;What happens when the dough get so low&lt;br /&gt;Bitch, you ain't that fine&lt;br /&gt;No way.. no way.. no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Repeat 2x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy bitch&lt;br /&gt;Bitch, stupid ass bitch&lt;br /&gt;Old punk ass bitch, old dumbass bitch&lt;br /&gt;A bitch is a bitch, just a bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like posting that, lolllll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116524093575443097?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116524093575443097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116524093575443097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116524093575443097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116524093575443097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-like-wth-i-totally-overslept.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116516763751248242</id><published>2006-12-04T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T01:40:37.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a beautiful retail therapy day!&lt;br /&gt;I miss ximending so much after not seeing it for like, what, half a year?!&lt;br /&gt;All the good stuff's still there (=&lt;br /&gt;Anw I'm so nice, I did so much shopping for other people - yeah luh, I windowshopped a lot for myself but the things I bought are mainly for other people. Like all the necklace and stuff. Shiya, I couldnt' find a Patrick pendant, but I found a Spongebob one for you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get me a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;musical box, windchime or a min. 120cm tall teddy bear&lt;/span&gt;, and I'd fall in&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; with you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a diehard romantic at heart huh, hurrhurrrrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three things mean a lot to me,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; don't buy for them for me if you don't mean it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, roses are just stupid wilting things even though they make you kinda' happy in the beginning when you receive them.&lt;br /&gt;I like chocolate. It makes me fat. But I will eat the chocolate if it's my favourite kinf. I'm not telling what's my favourite kind btw. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've rediscovered the joys of cam whoring. Lol. Hadn't done that for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm obsessed with knitted scarves and beanies now.&lt;br /&gt;Must be the inner woman in me realising that winter's arrived. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also obsessed with blingblings, like glittery hairties. wh00t.&lt;br /&gt;I'm missin' a lot of people now. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I type that in almost every post. Lol. And I'm using lol more often, lol.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Ares."&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;"Super ulu pandan niao bu shen dan place  somewhere over the rainbow."&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm self-entertaining again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my cousin was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;I entertained him all day, he laughed so hard that his parents jokingly offered me a babysitting job.&lt;br /&gt;He's so amuzed just by looking at my face, he laughs until his saliva drools all over his shirt. o:&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm too cute for him. (=&lt;br /&gt;And he kissed my lips, awwwww. Seems like my mom stole his first kiss. My momma's a first kiss stealer. (=&lt;br /&gt;She went Fiorucci shopping for bootsies today, she wouldn't buy me a pair, meanie. ): Lol jk.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, can't make up my mind if I want Miss Sixty, Secret Wish by Anna Sui or Princess by Vera Wang.&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I'm obsessed with Gwen Stefani's Wind it Up music video, it's so fcuking adorable la.&lt;br /&gt;Adorable in Gwen's style, but retarded, as usual. (=&lt;br /&gt;I seems to be obsessed with this smiley too (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting the Lee twins on Friday! :D&lt;br /&gt;at 101 Taipei Mall.&lt;br /&gt;Photos of momma' shoppin' up laterrrr, I'm shit lazy and I need to shower.&lt;br /&gt;My poor blistered feet smells from the cramped space in tha' pair of hawt boots.&lt;br /&gt;*wrinkles nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Tess! (= I know you miss me darlin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your name pounding through my veins says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;imaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai !!!!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wind it up, says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;tesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss !!!!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wind it up, says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;lol, mine longer than yours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wind it up, says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your name pounding through my veins says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;WO XIANG SI NI LE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wind it up, says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BU YAO XIANG SI WO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your name pounding through my veins says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;YEAH I KNOW YOU ROCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your name pounding through my veins says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i miss you woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wind it up, says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;WO HAI YAO WHUO ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wind it up, says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;lolllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting lamer and lamer everyday.&lt;br /&gt;No, my leg is not in your closet.&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/Denying that I miss you is a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116516763751248242?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116516763751248242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116516763751248242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116516763751248242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116516763751248242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-was-beautiful-retail-therapy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116508687130963362</id><published>2006-12-03T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T03:14:31.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/881011/wthoops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/200/59366/wthoops.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, damnit. (x&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm self-entertaining with horror shows.&lt;br /&gt;Where supposed ghostly happenings. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm very entertained. Don't need entertainment. (: *ahem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think I need a new bestie (= Damnit. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116508687130963362?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116508687130963362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116508687130963362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116508687130963362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116508687130963362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/update-awww-damnit.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116508085096083059</id><published>2006-12-02T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T03:15:32.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/814108/wth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/200/719534/wth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares about threats over the&lt;br /&gt;internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to act &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hardcore&lt;/span&gt; with the&lt;br /&gt;keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting online is like racing in the&lt;br /&gt;special&lt;br /&gt;olympics;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you win, you're still&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; retarded&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I'm getting more and more entertained everyday. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/753016/newlife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/200/609602/newlife.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Life Church&lt;/span&gt; is very fascinating, it's so huge, that I nearly got lost for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's in cheena, and I can't tell which is the usher, I only know they are called "zhao dai" - they have those lanyard things.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really very welcomed, and now I know how the 3 indian girls feel. Left out, desolated, alone, with nobody to entertain you.&lt;br /&gt;I just stoned, basically.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't concentrating a lot during the service, because &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;#1 it's cheena #2 he's zhao xiang-ing and veh aggressive, scary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then they announced for the new friends to stand up, so I did, and people shake my hand, say hi, then I sit back down.&lt;br /&gt;During offering, we have to put money inside an envelope and pop it into a bucket - you gotta get it from the ushers.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think they have impression slips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 46 : 1-5 [NIV]&lt;br /&gt;So Israel set out with all that was his, and when he reached Beersheba, he offered sacrifices to the God of his father Isaac.&lt;br /&gt;And God spoke to Israel in a vision at night and said "Jacob! Jacob!"&lt;br /&gt;"Here I am," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;"I am God, the God of your father," he said. "Do not be afraid to go down to Egypt, for I will make you into a great nation there. I will go down to Egypt with you, and I will surely bring you back again. And Joseph's own hand will close your eyes."&lt;br /&gt;Then Jacob left Beersheba, and Israel's sons took their father Jacob and their children and their wives into the carts that Pharoah had sent to transport them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the verse for offering.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are 5 praise songs and 2 worship - first it's the 3 praise songs, and the 3rd one was Look to You! o: Then there was 1 worship song, which was Heart After You. (I sang in English, bcos I wanna close my eyes and don't read the lyrics, easier to concentrate on worshipping God)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 people shared their testimonies - it's different from the way hogc do it. The pastor askes them questions then they answer, so they share in that way. Cool anyway. Then there was a dance and a skit item on pure water! Interestinggggg, and I got a copy of the Emerge 2006. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The First Miracle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 2:1-11 (go read it yourself, I'm not gunna type it all up there, ahaaa)&lt;br /&gt;God is real, He shows it through miracles.&lt;br /&gt;God is in you! Christianity is a lifestyle, not just a religion. In the gosepl, John states that there are so many miracles performed by Jesus that even a book alone is not enough to list all. Even though we encounter perfection, we always pick to find flaws in it. In happiness, there always grief - we need Jesus and the Holy Spirit to fill us, so we can overflow [with joy]! You can never be satisfied by any but God only. God turns water into wine - He can change your life, He is the Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;Have you invited God into your life? Don't take Him for granted and run to Him only in times of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need someone who had experienced God's miracles to lead you to experience His miracles so they can lead you to His miracles.&lt;br /&gt;Submit to your leader - be like the servant, even though he served Mary only, he served Jesus as well. (okay, my translating skills ain't that good, but yeahhhhh kinda' got the point dontcha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, photographs for y'all who have been dilligently reading the above chunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/148711/DSC03561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/200/977419/DSC03561.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/757381/DSC03557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/200/313097/DSC03557.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LEFT] The projection thingy.                                                    &lt;br /&gt;It's damn cool, it's made of glass/shiny thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[RIGHT] a view of the auditorium from my seat. (backseat, damn)&lt;br /&gt;The chairs are pretty and red, but no tables. ): I miss the pretty lime green chairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/493932/entrance%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/200/30295/entrance%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/598319/foyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/200/169475/foyer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LEFT] the main entrance. I think.&lt;br /&gt;[RIGHT] the foyer place. thing. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm lazy to blog any more, I've been trying to blog for hours.&lt;br /&gt;Anw I really gotta' stop procastinating and start exercising, tone up the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; flabbbbbb&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My internet's pms-ing, hence I'm appearing on &amp;amp;off line on MSN. Forgive me. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116508085096083059?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116508085096083059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116508085096083059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116508085096083059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116508085096083059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/nobody-cares-about-threats-over.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116499271307698455</id><published>2006-12-02T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T01:05:14.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/923494/dior_pretty_charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/200/958914/dior_pretty_charm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guys believe just how awesome my mummy is?!&lt;br /&gt;-This- is what she got for me!&lt;br /&gt;For you non-fashion interested people, it's a limited edition &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dior Pretty Charms lipgloss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The one on the left is how it looks like when it's closed, the one on the right is the lipgloss inside. (:&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the poor quality of the picture, but you can probably guess it's not very cheap at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Spanish lesson today was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Went&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dante&lt;/span&gt; (cafe) to have lessons.&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;, and I don't know how I managed to crap so much with him can.&lt;br /&gt;He's seriously full of rubbish mannnn, we crap through half the lesson! Hahahaha, and his name is damn retarded, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alejandre&lt;/span&gt;, but I just called him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ale&lt;/span&gt;, easier to remember. Haaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/I couldn't do anything to turn the frown into a smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I couldn't be there for her, because I'm just not good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116499271307698455?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116499271307698455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116499271307698455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116499271307698455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116499271307698455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/12/can-you-guys-believe-just-how-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116489449343116122</id><published>2006-11-30T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:14:00.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Suga Suga"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(feat. Frankie J)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tight, so fly&lt;br /&gt;You got me lifted, you got me lifted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Frankie J.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling&lt;br /&gt;And ooh wee it's the ultimate feeling&lt;br /&gt;You got me lifted feeling so gifted&lt;br /&gt;Sugar how you get so f&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ly?&lt;br /&gt;Suga suga how you get so fly?&lt;br /&gt;Suga suga how you get so fly?&lt;br /&gt;Suga suga how yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;u get so fly?&lt;br /&gt;Suga suga how you get so fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Baby Bash]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know its leather when we ride&lt;br /&gt;We're flinging rawhide&lt;br /&gt;Doing what we do, watching screens getting high&lt;br /&gt;Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns&lt;br /&gt;You was there when the money was gone&lt;br /&gt;You'll be there when the money comes&lt;br /&gt;Off top I ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;n't lie I love to get blowed&lt;br /&gt;You my lil'sugar, I'm yo little chulo&lt;br /&gt;And every time we kick it it's off to the groovy&lt;br /&gt;Treat you like my sticky ickey or my sweet oowy goowy (fa real though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Frankie J.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling&lt;br /&gt;And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling&lt;br /&gt;You got me lifted feeling so gifted&lt;br /&gt;Sugar how you get so fly?&lt;br /&gt;Suga suga how you get so fly?&lt;br /&gt;Suga suga how you get so fly?&lt;br /&gt;Suga suga how you get so fly?&lt;br /&gt;Suga suga how you get so fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Baby Bash]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I ain't worried about a thang cause I just hit me a lick&lt;br /&gt;I got a fat sack and a superfly chick&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothing you can say to a playa&lt;br /&gt;Cause doowop, she fly like the planes in the air&lt;br /&gt;That’s right she’s full grown setting the wrong  tone&lt;br /&gt;I'm digging the energy and I'm loving the o-zone&lt;br /&gt;So fly like a dove so fly like a raven&lt;br /&gt;Quick to politic with some fly conversation&lt;br /&gt;In a natural mood then I'm a natural dude&lt;br /&gt;And we some natural fools blowing out by the pool&lt;br /&gt;She like my sexy-cool mama with blades on her berata&lt;br /&gt;Rockin' Dolce Gabbana (Italian) with highdrows and a Cubana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Frankie J.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling&lt;br /&gt;And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling&lt;br /&gt;You got me lifted feeling so gifted&lt;br /&gt;Sugar how you get so fly?&lt;br /&gt;Suga suga how you get so fly?&lt;br /&gt;Suga suga how you get so fly?&lt;br /&gt;Suga suga how you get so fly?&lt;br /&gt;Suga suga how you get so fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[BRIDGE]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know its leather when we ride&lt;br /&gt;We're flinging rawhide&lt;br /&gt;Doing what we do, watching screens getting high&lt;br /&gt;Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns&lt;br /&gt;You was there when the money was gone&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be there when the money comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know its leather when we ride&lt;br /&gt;We're flinging rawhide&lt;br /&gt;Doing what we do, watching screens getting high&lt;br /&gt;Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns&lt;br /&gt;You was there when the money was gone&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be there when the money comes (fa real though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Frankie J.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling&lt;br /&gt;And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling&lt;br /&gt;You got me lifted feeling so gifted&lt;br /&gt;Sugar how you get so fly?&lt;br /&gt;Suga suga how you get so fly?&lt;br /&gt;Suga suga how you get so fly?&lt;br /&gt;Suga suga how you get so fly?&lt;br /&gt;Suga suga how you get so fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So high like I'm a star&lt;br /&gt;So high like I'm a star&lt;br /&gt;So high like I'm a star&lt;br /&gt;So high like I'm a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/689388/layering%20pain%20with%20yellow%20tape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/200/257182/layering%20pain%20with%20yellow%20tape.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahahah.  Called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sherm&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; just now, so funnaye.&lt;br /&gt;I miss so many peeeeeeeople &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If life is like a garden, they will be the sunflowers! I miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xinjie&lt;/span&gt; man.&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;/span&gt;silly girl with super ulu pandan food cravings at night. (x&lt;br /&gt;I wanna eat prata, ben &amp;jerry's, billy bombers, sakae sushi, gelare, pepper lunch, chomp chomp, satay, and milo dinosaur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, because I'm so lame, I'm just going to blog about my schedule for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday; &lt;/span&gt;nothinggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday; &lt;/span&gt;spanish 1330~1530, horse riding 1430~1730&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday; &lt;/span&gt;nothingggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday; &lt;/span&gt;horse riding 1400~1500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday; &lt;/span&gt;spanish 1330~1530&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday; &lt;/span&gt;shoppingggg } tentative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday; &lt;/span&gt;newlife church } tentative&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116489449343116122?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116489449343116122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116489449343116122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116489449343116122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116489449343116122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/suga-suga-feat.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116487484037834488</id><published>2006-11-30T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:20:40.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Horse riding was fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;I love the horse, it's so veh cute, it's called Bambi! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;It drools a lot, by the way. Pretty disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my limbs ache crap now, I'm tired, I so need a bath.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get a good book and enjoy it in the bathtub. It's good having a bath tub during winter. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a lot of people, and it has only been day two. How am I going to survive?&lt;br /&gt;I'd cheer myself up with nougat chocolate and here's some photos of my ever cute  cousin.&lt;br /&gt;It's a boy, btw. My uncle wants to blackmail him in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/49664/omg%20smiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/200/238030/omg%20smiling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who throws a shoe, honestly?! You fight like a woman."&lt;br /&gt;I officially declare Austin Powers is really veh retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, thankyou Wilfred for the Batman tshirt! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I'm wondering if Saturday or Sunday service has better attendance in New Life.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting question to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Xinjie's blogskin is almost done! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116487484037834488?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116487484037834488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116487484037834488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116487484037834488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116487484037834488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/horse-riding-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116479320653789949</id><published>2006-11-29T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:40:06.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, I'm back in Taiwan. (:&lt;br /&gt;My first night was hell, because I miss a lot of people, and also because someone wrote rejection into my face, extricating me from her life. It kinda' suck, this isn't the first time I was that miserable, but this is the first time I felt I really couldn't do anything to salvage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fortunate boys of &lt;strong&gt;E4&lt;/strong&gt;, namely &lt;strong&gt;Ian Wilfred Nigel Moo&lt;/strong&gt;, shared my last day in Singapore. (:&lt;br /&gt;Went Far East in the early noon to check out some stuff, then met &lt;strong&gt;Wilfred&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Nigel&lt;/strong&gt;. Basically, me and &lt;strong&gt;Nigel&lt;/strong&gt; accompanied &lt;strong&gt;Wilfred&lt;/strong&gt; to go shopping, and this is the first time I've ever &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;#1 Felt bored because somebody's cooped up in the fitting room laying eggs #2 Shopping with boys (I thought they don't shop, ahhhh, silly me)&lt;/span&gt; and well yeah. &lt;strong&gt;Wilfred&lt;/strong&gt; took full advantage of my &lt;strong&gt;F3&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;card&lt;/strong&gt;, rahhhh, but now I've got &lt;em&gt;100&lt;/em&gt;+ points, yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I can't really remember what we did exactly (after all, it has been &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; long days ago) I only remembered covering town from &lt;em&gt;Somerset&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;Orchard&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Orchard&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;Somerset&lt;/em&gt;. Then we bus-ed back to church for &lt;u&gt;Usher Gathering&lt;/u&gt;, which ended an hour late, but the forfeit game was pretty funny. &lt;em&gt;Hit Daryyl's shoulders! &lt;/em&gt;Lmao, inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went out with them three.&lt;br /&gt;Ate at &lt;strong&gt;MOS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;burger&lt;/strong&gt;. Bleh. I just ate the MOS bread, haha, retardness. Actually wanted &lt;strong&gt;Pepper&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lunch&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh well. After that, I decided I wanna emo on the bus so I bus-ed home.&lt;br /&gt;Packed my bag; turned in early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NEXT DAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up pretty early. Had Macs' &lt;strong&gt;Big&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Adri&lt;/strong&gt; was supposed to come, but she gheytio and overslept. ): So. Took a car to &lt;em&gt;Changi airport&lt;/em&gt;. Hahahah. I forgot to call &lt;strong&gt;Lilian&lt;/strong&gt; to go look for her.  I bought US Seventeen from Times to read later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all those who sent me a message wishing me happy holidays: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Gabriel, Wendy Neo, Xinjie, Ian Lam, Kun Tat, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(ex)&lt;/span&gt;best, Adriena, Sherman, Phyllis, Michelle Lim, Michelle Gwee, Shiya, Elizabeth, and Tess! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want to say a &lt;strong&gt;BIGGGG thank you&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHIYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for accompanying me on the phone during my er, last hours in Singapore when I was like so lonely until I was almost stoning. ((: And of course&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; CHUNG/JOYCE LEUNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for calling in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE PLANE RIDE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason for allocating two whole paragraphs to the plane ride, because I've taken the flight so many thousand times that they have "&lt;em&gt;cordially&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;invited&lt;/em&gt;" me to their &lt;strong&gt;VIP&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Evergreen Lounge&lt;/strong&gt;! (which I didn't go cos I don't have enough time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, instead of Economy class, I took the &lt;strong&gt;Premium&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Laurel&lt;/strong&gt;! (yes, a very tongue twisting name)&lt;br /&gt;It was like vehveh cool okay. The seats were humongous, and very comfy indeed. There is this divider thing you can pull out for added privacy between you and your neighbour! The headset/earphones were handed over in classy leather bags, and there was soft sponge to protect your delicate ears from the ear phones. The television screen is big, with a wide variety of movies, including &lt;em&gt;Devil Wears Prada&lt;/em&gt; (avail. only for long haul flights, damn) &lt;em&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean 2, You me and Dupree, Superman Returns &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;My Super ex-Girlfriend&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a small selection of games, including &lt;strong&gt;crosswords&lt;/strong&gt; and the ever lovable &lt;strong&gt;Tetris&lt;/strong&gt;. There are also variety shows: &lt;em&gt;Just For Laughs Gags, Fashion File,&lt;/em&gt; some Diamond something singing show, news...&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the whole thing is either the food or the chair. The chair can be twisted in various angles, and mine could almost totally flat for sleeping. The leg rest could extend and go up and down, and there are even buttons for "package" seat style: for&lt;em&gt; takeoff/landing, relaxing or sleep&lt;/em&gt;. How very fascinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service was awesome. The beautiful ladies even bend down to adjust my bag because it was lopsided! During meal time, they helped to unfold the table and put the table cloth there. :D Appetiser was apple juice, some chicken/mushroom dish, and garlic bread with butter. Main course was beef and &lt;strong&gt;Shanghai noodles&lt;/strong&gt;, dessert being raspberry jelly and choice of coffee or tea. Undoubtly, I took tea. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I just read my magazine, wished wistfully I had a credit card (so I can make calls using the phone/remote controller thing) I played &lt;strong&gt;Tetris&lt;/strong&gt;, watched &lt;strong&gt;POTC2&lt;/strong&gt;, sneak peeked &lt;strong&gt;You me and Dupree&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;My Super ex-Girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt; and realised they were rather boring, I didn't even notice that I was fast reaching Taiwan, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the plane landed, the chaffeur fetched me to my mom's office, I ate bento (a rather impromptu dinner) and yeah. I made my discovery on the internet, and cursed its effieciency. It hurts so much to see it, I guess I better keep myself busy, because everytime there's an idle moment available, &lt;strong&gt;the devil seizes a chance to remind me how God took her away from me &lt;/strong&gt;but I know, it's got nothing to do with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've decided to attend &lt;strong&gt;New Life Church&lt;/strong&gt; during my time in Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;I was considering &lt;strong&gt;City Transformation&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;City Revival&lt;/strong&gt; as well but I decided on &lt;strong&gt;New Life&lt;/strong&gt; because it's nearer and it's featured in &lt;strong&gt;Harvest Times&lt;/strong&gt;! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,  I think practically the whole world knows, I've dyed my hair&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; JET BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Yessum, I went around announcing that on &lt;strong&gt;Friendster&lt;/strong&gt; using &lt;em&gt;testimonials&lt;/em&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to eat later with that &lt;strong&gt;Da&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jie&lt;/strong&gt; (some woman with excellent Western culinary skills and love for high-class alcohol), and I think I will bug my mama to get me something &lt;em&gt;alcoholic&lt;/em&gt; to drown my sorrows. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TTFN&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/34399846-116479320653789949?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116479320653789949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116479320653789949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116479320653789949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116479320653789949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-im-back-in-taiwan.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116459734475578208</id><published>2006-11-27T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:15:47.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cruel&lt;/span&gt;, how the world works.&lt;br /&gt;How a human life can be forgotten in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snap&lt;/span&gt; of finger, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turn&lt;/span&gt; of papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MyHeritage&lt;/span&gt; thing is really veh retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt;* looks like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhang Ziyi &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lindsay Lohan&lt;/span&gt; ah. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth service was alright.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Imma dream BIG&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;Went dinner with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E4&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha. Poor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiya&lt;/span&gt; was fasting, somemore me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt; happily ate in front of her. Awwww. ): Perservere, add oil, you can do it! 12midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went back to church, I had my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fan ho yun dong&lt;/span&gt; (aka foosball) then went town with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;birthday boy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David, Xinjie and Shiya&lt;/span&gt;. At first we were like, errrr, just wandering around la. Didn't know where to go! We ended up window shopping with poor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt; just lagging behind self-entertaining himself by, er, dreaming? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we ended up in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taka&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Food paradise&lt;/span&gt;. I got some donutttttts, damn nice! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xinjie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiya&lt;/span&gt; bought cheesesticks from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BeardPapa&lt;/span&gt;. Hohohohoh.&lt;br /&gt;Then later at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pull and Bear&lt;/span&gt; we met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wilfred&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahaha he's like so veh gay, don't tell him I said that, later he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;. Okay lol that was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Coffee Bean&lt;/span&gt; and sit there do nothing. Wow. By then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiya&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt; left already. So I was happily munching my donut and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xinjie&lt;/span&gt; snapped some shots of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;, go her blog see, it's veh retarded. Hahahahaha. We chatted rubbish, then whilst me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xinjie&lt;/span&gt; entertained &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy Wilfred &lt;/span&gt;took his phone and deleted all his pictures.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jeremy &lt;/span&gt;is veh sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Face Shop&lt;/span&gt; cos&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Xinjie&lt;/span&gt; wanna get her nail polish, my stupid dad called and wanted to talk to her, stupid boy! D: Rahhhhh. Then he heard&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wilfred&lt;/span&gt;'s voice and asked if I had boyfriend. -.- I thought I'd just kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, and there was a lot of drama at home la, then now my eyes veh swollen.&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grrrrrrr clique&lt;/span&gt; plenty. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love F4 clique too, but it's just that they don't love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116459734475578208?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116459734475578208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116459734475578208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116459734475578208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116459734475578208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-cruel-how-world-works.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116453655900972685</id><published>2006-11-26T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:22:39.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did something so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream sorry, but I don't know what would I be apologising for.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise it would affect me so bad until everyone was asking me what happened.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't say.&lt;br /&gt;Just let me wallow in my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God told me that I still have Him,&lt;br /&gt;and He told me to bless those that curse me.&lt;br /&gt;So I pray for her, for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just not that precious to her as she is to me.&lt;br /&gt;Friends, are my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clearly I'm not her something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, not even something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116453655900972685?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116453655900972685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116453655900972685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116453655900972685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116453655900972685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-did-something-so-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116433840651352033</id><published>2006-11-24T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T13:01:29.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOUTH CAMP! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIRSTDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late because I overslept. (I was sick okay!)&lt;br /&gt;I reached &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GB&lt;/span&gt; then registered, then put my bag at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dorm #7&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway the point is actually I'm in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dorm #8&lt;/span&gt; which I moved back later.&lt;br /&gt;So we got into our teams; I was in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Team #6&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crusaders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! So there's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elaine, Annabel, Naomi&lt;/span&gt; and me as the girls, the rest of the people are guys. So many: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mattheus, Biondi, Kenneth, Nicholas, A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lexter &lt;/span&gt;(mhmmmm, sorry I can't spell your name) and a couple more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our flags, registered our team names, then it was free and easy. Bathed and got ready for service! It was just, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During ministry, it was the first time through all the minisitries I had attended that they put anointing oil. Pastor Lia's prayer was so powerful - the presence of God is so strong, I could just stand there worshipping to no end. God showed me a vision: I just couldn't stop crying. I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hurt Him so bad, by leaving Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He welcomed me back with open arms. I couldn't be more grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to campsite, I turned in rather early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SECONDDAY &amp;&amp;amp;THIRDDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, we were awoken at around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8 o'clock&lt;/span&gt;, a fairly reasonable time.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were briefed about the official game of the day: The Amazing Race!&lt;br /&gt;So we rushed around Singapore looking for things in the clues...&lt;br /&gt;Like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chi nan &lt;/span&gt;from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BreadTalk&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simon says blind&lt;/span&gt; or something, and quite a lot. We went to Sengkang first to get the bread, but it wasn't even done baking! Sian. So we took a picture proving we were in Sengkang. Hahahaha. Vanessa was on her way to school, so we suan bian ask her to take for us.&lt;br /&gt;After that where did we go? I think we went&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Serangoon Gardens&lt;/span&gt;, where we took a rest, makan, and got our fishball and the mime video thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Last station was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clarke&lt;/span&gt; if I ain't wrong to snap piccies of the obese bird and the dude who found Singapore. Then went baccccckkkk. Wah veh veh tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, highlight is the night service.&lt;br /&gt;I was doing usher. So I could see the entire ministry, and yet I could still soak in the presence of God. I was just thinking of yesterday still. During the sharing when we were in our CGs, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just kept tearing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we went back to the campsite and we split into our CGs for sharing and worship session. I was falling asleep throughout, due to the cough medicine I guess. After the sharing session, I went toilet to freshen up then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*someone*&lt;/span&gt; splashed cold water from behind: I'm officially in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;water bomb war&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed water bottles and just shot some random duck, chicken whale. I teamed up with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Nick's Girls&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gwen, Sihui and Crystal&lt;/span&gt;. Veh fun. We were like chasing people around in wet slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it escalated into the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;olic High boys&lt;/span&gt; against the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; leaders and ushers&lt;/span&gt;: no prizes for guessing who the mastermind was. But I was with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Nick's girls &lt;/span&gt;making the water bombs until the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GB uncle &lt;/span&gt;came and scolded us. Wahahaha. We bombed the entire basketball court until it was littered with plastic bags (water bomb).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I volunteered to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scrub&lt;/span&gt; the basketball court together with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicholas&lt;/span&gt;, until&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jianming&lt;/span&gt; came and told us we've done enough, then I went off to the canteen and slept there with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fanglynn&lt;/span&gt; until the rest of the camp woke up. I was shivering in my wet clothes can.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to shower and joined the rest. I was nodding off throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed off after the whole thing with intentions of going back home to sleep, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E3 &lt;/span&gt;wanna go eat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Macdonald's&lt;/span&gt; so I went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kovan &lt;/span&gt;first and waited for them. Makan. Then train-ed home with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charmaine&lt;/span&gt;. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cartel&lt;/span&gt;-ed with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fanglynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;! I went back to church. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fanglynn&lt;/span&gt; went off la. Class BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;I watched the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt; keep on saying I sound very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niang&lt;/span&gt;. ): I veh veh sad. I'm not man any more! Aiyah. Why like thatttttt. The entire &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E4 &lt;/span&gt;was like saying me la. Sobsobs. LOL. Small fry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/1600/81420/imai_parachuteband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 262px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3973/475/320/862775/imai_parachuteband.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serangoon Gardens&lt;/span&gt;. with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you-know-who&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ate at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chomp Chomp &lt;/span&gt;and had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prata&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just shouldn't go out with them anymore, they just don't seem to acknowledge my presence and they're always talking amongst themselves.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't belong anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;No place where people would actually bother. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;utfwtfwtfwftftwftqafgakjgf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kns, later going out shopping with lao bei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;[&lt;font&gt;photograph courtesy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eric Chen&lt;/span&gt;; event: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parachute Band&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Building my own altar to worship Jesus on;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116433840651352033?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116433840651352033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116433840651352033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116433840651352033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116433840651352033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-love-youth-camp-d-what-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116382640615932269</id><published>2006-11-18T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T13:10:15.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I'm bringing sexy back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Them other boys don't know how to act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I think your special whats behind your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; So turn around and I'll pick up the slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Take em' to the bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dirty babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You see these shackles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Baby I'm your slave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll let you whip me if I misbehave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's just that no one makes me feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Take em' to the chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Come here girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Go ahead, be gone with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Come to the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Go ahead, be gone with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; VIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Go ahead, be gone with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Drinks on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Go ahead, be gone with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Let me see what you’re working with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Go ahead, be gone with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Look at those hips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Go ahead, be gone with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; You make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Go ahead, be gone with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Go ahead child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Go ahead, be gone with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; And get your sexy on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Go ahead, be gone with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Get your sexy on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Go ahead, be gone with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Repeat 6 times]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Get your sexy on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm bringing sexy back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Them other fuckers don't know how to act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Come let me make up for the things you lack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Cause your burning up I gotta get it fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Take em' to the bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I'm bringing sexy back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; You mother fuckers watch how I attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; If that's your girl you better watch your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Cause she'll burn it up for me and that's a fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Take em' to the chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Justin Timberlake - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sexyback&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUTURESEX/LOVESOUNDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get out of the freaking house so I missed another SOW, I'm so screwed okayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;She came back at like 1130, that stupidfart! D:&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I have a pretty solid foundation in percussions, otherwise I'd probably lag behind nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm in love with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Death Note&lt;/span&gt; manga once again.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. I wanna buy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five People You Meet in Heave&lt;/span&gt;n.&lt;br /&gt;I've read it, it's so beautiful that it made me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tear&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for my eyes, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;they bring me so much joy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xcel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116382640615932269?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116382640615932269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116382640615932269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116382640615932269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116382640615932269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/verse-1-im-bringing-sexy-back-them.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116375735951436812</id><published>2006-11-17T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T20:14:57.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay you&lt;em&gt; coconuts&lt;/em&gt; my eyes hurt crap la.&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;strong&gt; Zhi Xiang&lt;/strong&gt; wants the whole world to know that his O'level finish la. What the. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now I let you have this teeny weeny paragraph in my blog about you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And a word from the "star" of the day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;IT IS FINISHED!!! WHOO!! RAHHS!!! RAHHS!!! NO MORE O'S!!! RAHHS! AM HOT AM HOT! HOT SIZZLES~~!~!!!&lt;br /&gt;HOT SAUCE ROCKS! RIGHT IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;pz.out~&lt;br /&gt;xiang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And another word from the person blogging beside me who insists on blogging this:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;YANGYI IS JUST SO HOTTT AND HANDSOME:) DONT YOU AGREE? HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about &lt;em&gt;egos&lt;/em&gt;. o.o;&lt;br /&gt;Now what did I do? Hmmmm I forgot. Let's start with &lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much, but hung around church. After doing whatever I'm supposed to do in the auditorium, went to makan with &lt;strong&gt;Eric&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Tess&lt;/strong&gt; if I'm not wrong. I'm a very disoriented kid. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Cos I went to watch &lt;strong&gt;STEP UP&lt;/strong&gt; with my &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;darlingggggg green lover/water cooler&lt;/span&gt;! ((:&lt;br /&gt;It's like damn nice la. And that &lt;strong&gt;Tess &lt;/strong&gt;is giggling away at the male lead. *hinttttttt&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I saw &lt;strong&gt;Joanne&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Steph&lt;/strong&gt; and even&lt;strong&gt; Sam Foo&lt;/strong&gt; with her classmates la. Hahahaha. Then I saw &lt;strong&gt;Michelle Judith&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Sylvia&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Plaza Singapura&lt;/u&gt;. I see people I know everywhere lol.&lt;br /&gt;Me and &lt;strong&gt;Tess&lt;/strong&gt; had &lt;u&gt;honey glazed chicken leggggg&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;honey lemon&lt;/u&gt;! (lol &lt;em&gt;honey day&lt;/em&gt;) After that we rushed back to church for fashion ministry meeting. It's like damn long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR HOURS&lt;/strong&gt; I thought I've died.&lt;br /&gt;After that went &lt;strong&gt;Ben and Jerry's&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;u&gt;Hi Jamie&lt;/u&gt;!) with &lt;strong&gt;Xinjie&lt;/strong&gt;! Wahahaha had &lt;em&gt;mix-n-match&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;apple crumble&lt;/em&gt;, yummies!&lt;br /&gt;Actually wanted to satisfy our craving for salty food after that but &lt;strong&gt;Shilin &lt;/strong&gt;closed already. ):&lt;br /&gt;So we trained home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had &lt;strong&gt;CG meeting&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;I was late la, I reached on the dot.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda' overslept, I showered damn fast then chionged to church. &lt;em&gt;Gheytio&lt;/em&gt;. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;After that I ate to my fill and rushed down to &lt;strong&gt;Takashimaya&lt;/strong&gt; to find &lt;strong&gt;Noeldickson&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Dale.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;strong&gt;Art Friend&lt;/strong&gt; we headed back to church then yeah, that's about all for now. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes &lt;strong&gt;Alton&lt;/strong&gt;, I have to learnt to use it~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the voice that's frozen into silence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;EDITED/&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Meridien for dinner with the E4 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce&lt;/strong&gt; just said my fingers look like monster. ): I very sad. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I love salmon bento. &lt;strong&gt;Zhi Xiang&lt;/strong&gt; is beside me now on the guitar with &lt;strong&gt;Roslyn&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Guo Chuan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha I owned &lt;strong&gt;Wilfred&lt;/strong&gt; and his friend on foosball, &lt;u&gt;two-vs-one&lt;/u&gt;, score &lt;strong&gt;10-1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;strong&gt;Guo Chuan &lt;/strong&gt;is sad because I threw his &lt;strong&gt;fluffy &lt;/strong&gt;across the table. ):&lt;br /&gt;Awwwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116375735951436812?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116375735951436812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116375735951436812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116375735951436812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116375735951436812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-you-coconuts-my-eyes-hurt-crap-la.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116357565243935245</id><published>2006-11-15T13:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T15:27:32.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3973/475/1600/blogggg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3973/475/320/blogggg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing very fascinating happened yesterday that I could remember. :/&lt;br /&gt;I'd just summarise it with one word:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt; church&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Easy as it does. :D Oh wait, something fascinating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fashion Meeting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went town. Walked there. And I made a new friend: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tess&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;green water cooler&lt;/span&gt;! Lololololol. We've got a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; long story&lt;/span&gt; behind that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we crapped a lot la! Crap all the way from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dhoby Ghaut&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Orchard&lt;/span&gt; then from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orchard&lt;/span&gt; back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dhoby Ghaut&lt;/span&gt; again! Soz we went back to church and waited for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eric Chen Rong Rui&lt;/span&gt; (whose cheena name I mistakenly heard as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nong li &lt;/span&gt;as in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nong li xing nian &lt;/span&gt;that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nong li&lt;/span&gt; lol) then we train-ed home. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope today would be more exciting. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the heart that learnt to beat just as it broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116357565243935245?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116357565243935245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116357565243935245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116357565243935245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116357565243935245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/nothing-very-fascinating-h_116357565243935245.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116347887373520367</id><published>2006-11-14T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:34:33.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Mondayyyyyyy&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today's Tuesday and yesterday is Monday!&lt;br /&gt;Met&lt;strong&gt; best&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Hougang&lt;/strong&gt; cos I needed to satisfy my craving for &lt;em&gt;honey glazed chicken leg&lt;/em&gt;. (sinfully fattening, by the way) Bus-ed to &lt;strong&gt;Gardens &lt;/strong&gt;and slacked at&lt;strong&gt; Macs&lt;/strong&gt;, then I went &lt;strong&gt;Yishun&lt;/strong&gt; (basketball) and &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the stupid&lt;strong&gt; 169&lt;/strong&gt; and it turned to a very queer place, I got lost, walked around like an idiot for like, &lt;em&gt;half an hour&lt;/em&gt;, then I topang bus ride to the basketball court. Aiyah. After watching people play basketball we went &lt;strong&gt;Macs&lt;/strong&gt;, then &lt;em&gt;cabbed&lt;/em&gt; home with &lt;strong&gt;Jiahong&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;loveeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt; God, people and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black &lt;/strong&gt;paint sucksssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116347887373520367?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116347887373520367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116347887373520367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116347887373520367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116347887373520367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/mondayyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116339379640384184</id><published>2006-11-13T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:55:47.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Saturday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Usher &lt;/span&gt;was funnnnn with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jianming&lt;/span&gt; leading! More exciting than the last duty, but it was enjoyable all the same. I did more things than the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last duty&lt;/span&gt; la. Then I was stationed at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;glass door&lt;/span&gt; again; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt;, who kept singing non-stop. Aiyah. Then got this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caucasian&lt;/span&gt; came up to complain about the noise cos he was '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conducting a very important class for his FTMS students&lt;/span&gt;' and he doesn't wish to be disturbed. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than it was raining, we being nice people, went to the MRT to shelter people ova' here. (:&lt;br /&gt;Usher's so exciting, shame that we don't have any more duties left until next year I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEST! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah Keow&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hougang&lt;/span&gt; there dressed sloppily in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manchester United top&lt;/span&gt; (kindly sponsored by Nike and my mummyyyy), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brooks side rise shorts&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roxy slippers&lt;/span&gt;; I bleached my hair, so I'm officially a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;kim moh&lt;/span&gt; now. Happy now, Wilfred? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sozzzzz &lt;/span&gt;after that I went to church and right after service, I've got plenty of, um, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;violent&lt;/span&gt; responses, ranging from:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imaaaaaaaaai what did you do to your hair?!&lt;/span&gt;" to:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IMAI OMG WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR HAIR!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm not exaggerating, I &lt;u&gt;swear&lt;/u&gt;. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Then I've got a delightful handful of people telling me it looks nice despite the black roots and dry-ness of my hair (it's like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dried grass&lt;/span&gt; la) and yeah, I don't know if I like my hair. Kind of miss my black hair though. :&lt; style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fearrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after receiving all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;violent objections &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mad approval&lt;/span&gt; of my new hair colour, I went off to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marina Square&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cherly&lt;/span&gt;! They ate porridge whilst I stoned. Ahahahaha. Sucks to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;broke &lt;/span&gt;la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we somehow got cravings for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prata&lt;/span&gt; so we went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gardens.&lt;/span&gt; Went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee Bean&lt;/span&gt; to find &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qiaoling&lt;/span&gt; then realised she's not working today la! Aiyah. So we go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RK&lt;/span&gt; sit down, they ate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thosai&lt;/span&gt; and I ate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prata&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sauyan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;'s poly friend came. Hahahhaa. We helped to finish up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday cake. (which is a lot) Then we go playground play! Muahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my deprived childhood being satisfied by them. (: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love F4 CLIQUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! but I love my other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clique&lt;/span&gt; too! :D They are all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderfully, lovable morons &lt;/span&gt;who make me laugh until I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;six-pack&lt;/span&gt;. Wahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for the beautiful yesterdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I race without a finish line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116339379640384184?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116339379640384184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116339379640384184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116339379640384184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116339379640384184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116316258701585534</id><published>2006-11-10T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T20:43:07.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I hereby declare, these things piss me off: majorly&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you haven't been warned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1 Taking unflattering photos of me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not hesistate to cuss my ass off if you ever do that to me.&lt;br /&gt;I shall repeat for the last time that taking photos of me without my knowledge is just plain creepy and stalker-ish, and I'm not exactly a cam lovin' moron, so don't try to snap pictures of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2 Shooting me to no end&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can shoot me and suan me, fine, but when it gets persistent and I have told you &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;F****KING STOP IT&lt;/span&gt; and you lsadfladjg-ing want to carry on I will serious blow my top.&lt;br /&gt;When I say stop it, and I'm not smiling, I mean shit okay. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all for what pisses me off... for now.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CG meeting was alright. The game was retardedly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jolie&lt;/strong&gt;'s an awesome gamemaster. &lt;strong&gt;Gabriel &lt;/strong&gt;is awesome on the guitar! Welcome new zone mate. :]&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you honoured I mentioned you in my blog?! I mean like &lt;em&gt;hello&lt;/em&gt;. And don't remind me that I can't watch NC-16 movies yet laaaaaaaaaa. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that caught&lt;strong&gt; Material Girls&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;Felicia&lt;/strong&gt;! Both of us were having footwear difficulties, lol. Aiyah. What to do. New shoes what. It rained crapheavy, then nice nice &lt;strong&gt;Dil&lt;/strong&gt; popped over to get us umbrellas, but by then rain stop already. Wth. But thanks anyway! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;Fel&lt;/strong&gt; went back to church for  meeting and I popped over to &lt;strong&gt;Far East&lt;/strong&gt; to get my hair dye. &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'mma be a blonde soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shit I'm having a fucking headache, it hurts shit okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116316258701585534?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116316258701585534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116316258701585534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116316258701585534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116316258701585534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-hereby-declare-these-things-piss-me.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116313095661346226</id><published>2006-11-10T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T11:55:56.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Don't be another disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunnahave CG meeting later. I don't see any E3 people around now in church. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;There's Gabriel there playing his guitar and I think that's about all. &lt;u&gt;Talk about punctuality&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog laterrrrr Adri and Jolie's here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116313095661346226?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116313095661346226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116313095661346226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116313095661346226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116313095661346226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-be-another-disappointment.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116295953337559572</id><published>2006-11-08T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T14:05:12.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;EDITED!/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Hello world. Lol. I just felt like saying that la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Today was a pretty uh, enriching day I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Stoned a lot, and as usual owned a couple of people at foosball, then yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Concerto D'Amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; is a beautiful piece, but it's like &lt;u&gt;super emo&lt;/u&gt; okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Xinjie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Dhoby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; to buy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;BK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Ongah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; then we went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Pepper Lunch Express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Dhoby Exchange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; for lunch. Headed back to church. After that we went to eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Sakae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; to satisfy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Xinjie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;'s craving for &lt;u&gt;sushi&lt;/u&gt;. Wahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I headed down to town to get my usher stuff. Came back and well, it's a pretty boring day actually, not at all that enriching. Except for orchestra ministry. It was a interesting experience being with a different conductor. Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; Madam Alya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; scolded me for ponning band for like almost half a year la. Ouch. But it's &lt;u&gt;dipshit boring&lt;/u&gt;, but when the new conductor guy is there I might just pop down, heard he's a mightily decent guy. Dunno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhm. Don't know why am I online so early.&lt;br /&gt;Like 12plus and I'm still at home?! Miracle.&lt;br /&gt;Think I'd blog again later.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blogaholic&lt;/span&gt;, never blog will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Platinum blonde hairrrrrrrr!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116295953337559572?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116295953337559572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116295953337559572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116295953337559572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116295953337559572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/edited-hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116291141400023470</id><published>2006-11-07T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T11:17:53.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3973/475/1600/camera2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3973/475/320/camera2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why, but when I saw this on &lt;a href="http://postsecrets.blogspot.com"&gt;PostSecrets&lt;/a&gt; I just kind of understood how he/she felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was pretty young and I borrowed my dad's laptop for some paperwork, I saw some rather disturbing images in the laptop. I just remember being shocked upon the knowledge that my dad watches &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid wallpaper&lt;/span&gt; just killed my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;innocence&lt;/span&gt;. I felt, in just that moment. That instant, my dad's image&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; crumbled&lt;/span&gt;. Now, it's worse than ever. I just remember how everytime I saw my father after that, I was constantly visualising him, bending over the monitor screen, eyes wide, savouring the images I never learnt the joy of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the beginning of my disgust for males. Anyway I've obviously gotten over it now, but that's another story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blogs can be so powerful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They can reveal so many things: your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt;, your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;personality&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lifestyle&lt;/span&gt; you lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just reading ____'s blog, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I felt so much pain for her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;How she had her heart so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ruthlessly broken&lt;/span&gt;. It's like watching a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reflection&lt;/span&gt;. I could almost see myself: like what someone had told me before, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;you will only understand how that person feels by getting into his/her shoes and walk around&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time when I was so foolish, I just gave my heart to everyone, only to had them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;broken, shattered, snitching away my life&lt;/span&gt;. Their words &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;choke&lt;/span&gt; me, sharp, carving wounds so deep that I thought they would never heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those I thought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;left me&lt;/span&gt;, saying words I never thought they would say. Doing things I've never imagined they would do. I remember how he used to captivate me. When we split, he said so many hurtful things. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;He destroyed my self-esteem, he totally crushed me flat&lt;/span&gt;. I remember when we split, she made me feel like a total &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;lyingschemingbitchslut&lt;/span&gt; woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Five&lt;/span&gt; people came and went, I emerged barely alive, writhing in the pain of those memories. Though I hadn't put my heart into some of them, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we still said things that hurt each other badly&lt;/span&gt;, we still left with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grudges&lt;/span&gt; that weren't needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a forwarded message from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Macus&lt;/span&gt;, but it really hit the bull's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Like birds, let us leave behind what we don't need to carry-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Grudges, sadness, pain, fear and regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Fly light!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Life is beautiful. Smile. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish it was so easy to do it.&lt;br /&gt;It was easy, when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; came into my life. I don't know how to explain it: someone you can't really see or touch, but you can have a relationship with. He's just so amazing, and I'm just falling in love with Him all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He just healed my wounds&lt;/span&gt;. It's so amazing, I just can't put it into words, but those who had experienced His love would know. I want ____ to know His love. I see her hurt so badly, I would just think of it and sometimes cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Yet somedays I wonder, why did I cry for. Maybe I'm just too emotional, seeing someone create a mess in their lives like how I once did, before stepping into the destiny God had planned for me. This sucks man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joy&lt;/span&gt; was not a word that seemed faraway any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I'm falling for You, all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It sucks to see someone's life in a mess because she wasn't following God's destiny.&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault that she fell away from God, now I will clean up the mess I created.&lt;br /&gt;Come back to God; walk in His destiny, come back to His grace,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bestie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116291141400023470?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116291141400023470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116291141400023470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116291141400023470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116291141400023470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-know-why-but-when-i-saw-this-on.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116289303333047872</id><published>2006-11-07T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:50:33.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Conference Marathon!&lt;br /&gt;Participants: &lt;strong&gt;Ian Lam, Wilfred, Sherman, Furong&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dental with &lt;strong&gt;bestie&lt;/strong&gt; at&lt;strong&gt; SGH&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahah her dad's funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Charmaine&lt;/strong&gt; at Cine. They watched &lt;strong&gt;Flushed Away&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After that, someone showed me face. &lt;em&gt;wtf&lt;/em&gt; I went home and slept.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What an ugly twist of events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Firstly, a word from two morons:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;hahahahahahahahah nigel rocks more than IMAI AND WILFRED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;wilfred !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept so much. I feel like a freaking pig.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got dressed, grumbled about an aching neck and went to eat &lt;strong&gt;Sakae&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;em&gt;Wendy&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Garrett&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Thank you Garrett!&lt;/span&gt; (: I think my point of view just hit something new. Yeahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get that pair of &lt;u&gt;black jeans&lt;/u&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;usher&lt;/strong&gt; this Saturday man.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah. Then don't know if I'd have enough money to get &lt;strong&gt;bestie&lt;/strong&gt;'s present.&lt;em&gt; Someone's&lt;/em&gt; birthday coming this week ah! And the same &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;is the one who brought the ugly twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my&lt;strong&gt; Julia Grace&lt;/strong&gt; music!&lt;br /&gt;Also: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;WILFRED I FOUND YOUR TAGBOARD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116289303333047872?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116289303333047872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116289303333047872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116289303333047872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116289303333047872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/conference-marathon-participants-ian.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116271360109809374</id><published>2006-11-05T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:00:01.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;PARACHUTE BAND WAS A TOTAL BLAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with &lt;em&gt;Julia Grace's&lt;/em&gt; songssssss. And that &lt;u&gt;rapper&lt;/u&gt; is cool!&lt;br /&gt;Parachute Band so gotta' come again, goodness me! (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHU HUI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my &lt;em&gt;drumsticks&lt;/em&gt;. ): Had to borrow from &lt;strong&gt;Hui Qi&lt;/strong&gt; la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Nicole Yao&lt;/strong&gt; are in &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Aussie&lt;/span&gt;. ): I miss both of them! Nobody&lt;em&gt; SOW&lt;/em&gt; with me already. NICOLE AH! Hurry up come back la.&lt;br /&gt;Su Yi cut her hair! Wow.&lt;br /&gt;After SOW went to find&lt;strong&gt; best&lt;/strong&gt;. Then &lt;strong&gt;Cheong Jing&lt;/strong&gt; accompanied me for a while before returning back to church.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through she went home la. Pig. Long story. So I got what I needed then I popped back to church.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this &lt;strong&gt;E-zone&lt;/strong&gt; thing going on in the &lt;em&gt;Art Gallery&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Amused myself playing with them then I saw &lt;strong&gt;Sheryl Yeo&lt;/strong&gt;! Waaaaah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that had dinner with &lt;strong&gt;E4&lt;/strong&gt;! Didn't eat though because &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;1. I'm full 2. I'm broke&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qi Wei&lt;/strong&gt; took&lt;u&gt; unglam&lt;/u&gt; photos of me la! In &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt;'s words: &lt;strong&gt;MALU DIE ME&lt;/strong&gt;. Bwaha.&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;strong&gt;Park Mall &lt;/strong&gt;we had dinnerrrrr! A lot of &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;HOGC&lt;/span&gt; people. Wahahaha. Said hi everywhere la.&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to church. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Foosball-ed&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;Hong Hwee&lt;/strong&gt; and we were happily owning the teams out there.&lt;br /&gt;After that went home with &lt;strong&gt;Furong&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Qi Wei&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sherman&lt;/strong&gt;, I symphatise you for your plight.&lt;br /&gt;I know why you so kana freaked out now. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wilfred &lt;/strong&gt;aka &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;beng beng&lt;/span&gt;, I can't find your stupid tagboard. I clicked all over but I can't find la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, my tagboard is right under my wishlist. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Newfound friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful one You are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I adore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116271360109809374?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116271360109809374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116271360109809374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116271360109809374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116271360109809374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/parachute-band-was-total-blast-im-in.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116247544525064266</id><published>2006-11-02T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:50:45.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so it's just a stupid headache.&lt;br /&gt;Ate panadol, felt a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much during orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;I popped off to town with &lt;strong&gt;Michelle Yao&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Fanglynn &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;Went &lt;em&gt;Far East&lt;/em&gt;. After that &lt;u&gt;Wheelock Place&lt;/u&gt; to get &lt;strong&gt;Yao&lt;/strong&gt;'s iPod earphones.&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are super dry.&lt;br /&gt;Think my contact lenses over-due. :/ Can't really remember when I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things about FL I said I wanted to blog about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;There was this tree near Hyatt Hotel and it has some yellow leaves on it.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Me: What's that yellow leafy thing on the tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;FL: Hmmmm (deep thought) Mangoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;At Wheelock Place, after Apple Centre.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;FL: (walking towards upriding escalator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Me: Where're you going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;FL: Down lor? (unknowingly pointed at the upriding escalator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;At L.O.V.E (near Fish and Co.)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;(camera flash)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;FL: EEEEIEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Me: ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;FL: Lightning la! You not scared ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Me and Michelle Yao: CAMERA FLASH LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Even &lt;strong&gt;Ming Han&lt;/strong&gt; agrees with me. (:&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahahahahhaahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Gabriel: FL, why like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Me and FL: Cos' not like MOM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;And a word from FL, our subject of the day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Okkhi FL here! I digress about the part about me bring stupid cuz im like too cute for ya haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stupid thing FL did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;She almost took my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;strong&gt;Chan Fang Lynn&lt;/strong&gt; for you. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shout to God in Heaven!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parachute Band tomorrow. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116247544525064266?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116247544525064266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116247544525064266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116247544525064266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116247544525064266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-so-its-just-stupid-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116245223047890417</id><published>2006-11-02T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T15:26:33.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I feel like crap la.&lt;br /&gt;Just now I was taking train to Dhoby Ghaut.&lt;br /&gt;Then omg I was reading Dan Brown's Digital Fortress then I got so absorbed in it that I overshot my stop and I had to get off at Clarke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming a regular&lt;strong&gt; bookworm&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I slept at &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; last night and woke up at &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;twelve&lt;/span&gt; with aching shoulders and neck.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely not ready for my long day today: fashion ministry and orchestra all in one day and one after another.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adri&lt;/strong&gt;'s in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidaying. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in total stoning mood today.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like playing foosball but I shall force myself to.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now is the time to harvest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116245223047890417?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116245223047890417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116245223047890417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116245223047890417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116245223047890417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-i-feel-like-crap-la.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116239425315185970</id><published>2006-11-01T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:17:33.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry bestie. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;PMS la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2pm&lt;/span&gt; at Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh aren't we ever sick of that place.&lt;br /&gt;Hung around.&lt;br /&gt;Saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hui Qi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hui Ying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Takashimaya&lt;/span&gt; is the ultimate temptation for people on diet. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't ever go there if you're on a diet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much food.&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kian Leng&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoshinoya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somehow we ended up at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivo City&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Wah lau their air-con don't need money one. Blast like crazy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm freezing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee's Company&lt;/span&gt; I met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrs Meena &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss Joyce Yeo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then I also bumped into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kimberly &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huiyan &lt;/span&gt;then later at &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Toys'r'us&lt;/span&gt; I bumped into daughter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xinhui&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of bumping.&lt;br /&gt;Then anyways, went to town.&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sauyan &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When we're going home we bumped into a very confused looking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris Foo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What a bumpy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to turn into a hypocrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116239425315185970?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116239425315185970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116239425315185970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116239425315185970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116239425315185970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/11/sorry-bestie.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116231390313193394</id><published>2006-10-31T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:12:32.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;She just wouldn't talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;She says nothing, nothing, nothing, I'm just tired of trying to squeeze things out of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Forget it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST IS SICK! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAKE CARE! &lt;/span&gt;(idiots don't fall sick, but I guess morons do fall sick. :/ Whateverrrr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up pretty tardy today.&lt;br /&gt;Decided not to go for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lights Out thing&lt;/span&gt;, purely because I didn't have the mood to.&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not related to last night.&lt;br /&gt;I could barely swallow my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/span&gt;. I just ate the chicken and left it there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for wasting food and yes I did think of the poor African children but I just couldn't pick up the spoon to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After persuasion from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charmaine&lt;/span&gt;, I popped over to have lunch with her.&lt;br /&gt;We had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sakae&lt;/span&gt;. Wahaha and we flow man. White shorts!&lt;br /&gt;Then went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QQ&lt;/span&gt; to buy food for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sab&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Popped back to church and since I have nothing to do until 630 I watched them dance and entertain themselves. I found myself surprisingly amused. (:&lt;br /&gt;I finished up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird. &lt;/span&gt;I took one day to that. I just spend the whole of last night reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So slacked around church.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe how unproductive I was.&lt;br /&gt;Think I shall just read the book all over again to entertain myself.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be yet another boring day until orchestra practice.&lt;br /&gt;As the days draw dry, I feel like just flopping on my bed and sharing a private moment with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I'm turning &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cui,                 You should know that. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;you won't be replaced ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the days when I feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;. (: Besides by God, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE BESTIE(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[yes, even though you piss me off 99.8% of the time]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will read my Bible and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I will follow You all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I seriously don't know what's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116231390313193394?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116231390313193394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116231390313193394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116231390313193394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116231390313193394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/she-just-wouldnt-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116226999786617424</id><published>2006-10-31T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T12:46:38.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, two morons (namely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cherly&lt;/span&gt;) were so excited to go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinatown&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Wthhhhh. But here's the full story.&lt;br /&gt;After service, went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marina Square&lt;/span&gt; to makan la. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best&lt;/span&gt; complained that I always eat the same dish (hahah &lt;u&gt;salmon bento set&lt;/u&gt;!) then anyway we ate. After it me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cherly&lt;/span&gt; were mixing up all the food to create our own dish wahahahha. Looks disgustingly nice by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esplanade&lt;/span&gt;. Then I got so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; there can wth. I was supposed to be emo at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VivoCity &lt;/span&gt;only! Bwahaha. Anyway so I was having ahem la so obviously I get emo quick. So then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cherly&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; started talking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sauyan&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my poor child&lt;/span&gt;! wahahha nonsense) then started talking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu-tu kueh&lt;/span&gt;. Then they decided to go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinatown&lt;/span&gt; to buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we bus-ed to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dhoby Ghaut&lt;/span&gt; to catch the shuttle bus. Took so long to came la. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghey tio&lt;/span&gt;. Then at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinatown&lt;/span&gt; they asked around for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu-tu kueh stall&lt;/span&gt; then the uncle say 'HUH? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kueh tu-tu&lt;/span&gt; is it?' Yeah la whatever. Then anyways we went inside the mall and this is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Cherly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;: Is it tu-tu kueh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Cui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;: I think it is tu-tu kueh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Cherly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;: I think it's tu-tu kueh too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;: IT IS TU-TU KUEH! (excited tone) (runs towards the stall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;: Oi, I go toilet ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Cherly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;: wahahhaha (excitement) okay okay go go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;: .... o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the day two morons got so excited over tu-tu kueh. Never see before ah. What the. So they happily bought it, I stood there at the stall, quite fascinated by the process. Maybe I will make tu-tu kuehs someday. But not stand there 24/7 making the same thing over and over again. So boring. Phoooooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took MRT and bus-ed. Walked to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sauyan&lt;/span&gt;'s house! Passed the tu-tu kueh to her maid. Then when we were walking back half-way&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sauyan&lt;/span&gt; came out and went '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OI!&lt;/span&gt;' then all of us turned back and started laughing. So we went inside her house, stupid &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;'s socks super slippery, I keep laughing at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cherly&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; keep on bullying&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sauyan&lt;/span&gt;. ): I have to protect her can! Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lao ying zhua xiao ji&lt;/span&gt; like that, both of them are the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eagles&lt;/span&gt;, I'm the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mother hen &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sauyan&lt;/span&gt;'s the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby chick&lt;/span&gt; wahahha. Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; keep slipping on the floor. Her socks la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about one hour of fooling around, we went home. Both of them rich mamas cabbed home, poor me took a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ho-ho. I have A LOT to say about today.&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heeren&lt;/span&gt;. Was waiting for the two pigs and one nice girl (MINMIN!) then I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt;. Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alden, Marcus &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Brandon &lt;/span&gt;were nice people cos' they accompanied me to wait for the two pigs and one nice girl! Bwahahha. Saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cherly&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanton noodle cafe&lt;/span&gt; then I return &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brandon&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chemistry text&lt;/span&gt;. Sat there, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minmin&lt;/span&gt; came. Finally. Aiyah. Anyways me and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Min&lt;/span&gt; flow! Similar striped shirt. Bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Since they were pretty bored at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heeren&lt;/span&gt;, we went over to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taka&lt;/span&gt; to makan. Point to take note: I treated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; to another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peppermint brownie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then the three of them wanted to find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jobs&lt;/span&gt;. So we went almost all over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;town&lt;/span&gt; to find. We ended up at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paragon's Toys'r'us&lt;/span&gt; and we fooled around. I got so fascinated by the clipper thing can. We chased each other around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toys'r'us&lt;/span&gt;. Talk about&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; deprived&lt;/span&gt; childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we hopped over to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cine&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pastamania&lt;/span&gt;. Point number two to take note: I treated&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; best&lt;/span&gt; to pasta cos' she was looking pretty down. We ate until we were stuffed, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cherly&lt;/span&gt; was about to puke, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Min&lt;/span&gt; super sick of the disgusting garlic bread pizza. (Salty as hell, ew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went Marina Square toilet. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best&lt;/span&gt; fell asleep. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pigggg&lt;/span&gt;. Then me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Min &lt;/span&gt;were wondering they lay finish&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; eggs&lt;/span&gt; already or not. Took so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clarke&lt;/span&gt;. The C-something guy's bridge. Sat there. Me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Min&lt;/span&gt; chit-chatted whilst the two morons went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emoooooo&lt;/span&gt;. Before getting emo they were like trying to wave and say 'hi' to all the tourists in the boats. Then Min was describing to me how she would whine when she cry then she went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; then the emo kias started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went inside &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fullerton Hotel&lt;/span&gt; and sat around acting like we're guests. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Act tai-tai la&lt;/span&gt;. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;So it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;turn to rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't believe what attitude she was showing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't talk to me for the whole afternoon, fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't want to stand next to me, fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;You just don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; show me attitude okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;After I did so much for you, all you did was to speak to me in the tone I despised, to say words that cut like daggers. I was glad the Christian values I had been taught were still in me: 'bless the one that curses you.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I went home and plugged in some emo music and cried to my heart's content. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Cried wondering what has gone wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Tired, I changed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;. I sang, and talked to God, prayed that she would be alright, prayed that she would come back to You, to fulfil the destiny You have planned for her, because she's going astray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I cried, endlessly apologising, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;because I was the one who led her astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;. I was still on track, but she was going off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He forgave me, He told me it was alright, He told me to bring her back to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I wiped away the last tear, and whittled away the night with chocolate and a book: To Kill a Mockingbird. I stared wistfully at my phone, when if it was the old her, she would've messaged to say sorry. But my phone was silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want her to be my next disappointment. I don't want to watch another one fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that felt better.&lt;br /&gt;Our God is awesome! He loves us so much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot about this.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was attacked by a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; devil&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I could remember I was asleep, then something was pressing down on me: I could almost hear  wind at my ears, then the devil just pressed on me, hard. The devil felt very solid, not soft or rubbery. I could see his face, thin, gaunt, angular and almost yellowish, with slit for eyes and jagged mouth. I couldn't move nor speak, because he held my mouth open but did not allow it to move, and weighed down my hands. I prayed hard: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord save me, Lord save me! &lt;/span&gt;He went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, feeling the stiffness of my jaw. It was no dream or nightmare I can slip out. I was scared stiff, but the Lord came to my aid. He keeps to His promises: He will never forsake me, and He did not at this time. I was grateful. In thanksgiving, I plugged in a CD and sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... then goodness know when, I fell asleep in the comfort of His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He will never forsake us;&lt;br /&gt;and I testify to say it's true.&lt;br /&gt;With a heart of thanksgiving, I come to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116226999786617424?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116226999786617424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116226999786617424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116226999786617424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116226999786617424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-sunday-two-morons-namely-best-and.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116210977254607140</id><published>2006-10-29T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T17:25:23.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;Notably, my first &lt;strong&gt;USHER DUTY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as hard as I thought it'd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us new crew arranged the chairs in the auditorium, taking a &lt;em&gt;whole hour&lt;/em&gt;. o.o&lt;br /&gt;Ala. I was stationed at the glass door with &lt;strong&gt;Wen Qi&lt;/strong&gt; and we greeted people who came in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Welcome to Heart of God Church, this way please!"&lt;/em&gt; ((:&lt;br /&gt;After that we were called back into the auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;After worship I passed out the offering envelopes! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Then we actually attended service.&lt;br /&gt;When the praise song started at the end of service, me and &lt;strong&gt;Wen Qi&lt;/strong&gt; went back to the glass door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thank you for coming, see you again next week!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that debrief, then end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt;. Then makan with &lt;strong&gt;E3&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Park Mall&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CJ&lt;/strong&gt;'s super high can, and when she laughs she has &lt;em&gt;no backbone&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;em&gt;jellyfish&lt;/em&gt; like that.&lt;br /&gt;Then she laugh and laugh then sway to &lt;strong&gt;Sylvia&lt;/strong&gt; then &lt;strong&gt;Xinyi&lt;/strong&gt; then even &lt;u&gt;ACROSS&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Xinyi&lt;/strong&gt; and landed on me.&lt;br /&gt;Funny like funfair siaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to new&lt;strong&gt; Cathay&lt;/strong&gt; to meet&lt;strong&gt; Cherly&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; Michelle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with them is really fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to this place with &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;purrrrrple&lt;/span&gt; lights, near some Irish pub.&lt;br /&gt;After that train-ed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up super late. Like &lt;strong&gt;1230.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't feeling very well, somehow. Brunch-ed &lt;em&gt;chicken rice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this headache kind of thing. I think I overslept, that's why. My neck hurts too - gotta' get a new pillow that doesn't kill it.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know&lt;strong&gt; Dawn&lt;/strong&gt; was coming, so I was thinking of coming later. Cos' I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;But she came! Aiyah. But even if I rush I can't meet her cos' service would've started already. So after service la.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after eating I put the rubber on my braces. Painful like crap, they are adding onto the headache la.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Ffffffff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So now I feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RAWRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna dinner with the rest later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3973/475/1600/Hey__we_are_in_love_II_by_Gee202.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116210977254607140?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116210977254607140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116210977254607140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116210977254607140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116210977254607140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterday-was-saturday-notably-my.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116187507760613779</id><published>2006-10-26T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:04:37.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't go for the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;Betcha' my aunt is going to fry me, but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ngee Ann Poly&lt;/span&gt; to fetch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BESTIE&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;Sat outside &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheers &lt;/span&gt;drinking my oolong tea. I'm madddd.&lt;br /&gt;Then bus-ed to town.&lt;br /&gt;First went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Far East Plaza &lt;/span&gt;then bestie wanted to eat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoshinoya &lt;/span&gt;so we walked all the way to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cine &lt;/span&gt;in which we went up to level nine. (hence the tag, lmao.)&lt;br /&gt;Then in the end we went back to square one at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Far East Plaza &lt;/span&gt;and so we jalan around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BESTIE&lt;/span&gt; is like a total cow. She eats every &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three &lt;/span&gt;hours luh. You cow ah. Grazing diet. HAHAHAH. Okay that was lame like wheelchair.&lt;br /&gt;Then somehow we ended up in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivo City &lt;/span&gt;(yet again, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fourth &lt;/span&gt;time), then I got my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAC eyeliner &lt;/span&gt;(like finalllllyyyy). And that dress I wanted from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever21 &lt;/span&gt;was gone. ):&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BESTIE&lt;/span&gt;(: smileeeeeeee. I still love you!&lt;br /&gt;You and your BEST DENKI. Rubbbbbbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEBBIE IS SO FUNNY CAN. FUNNY LIKE FUNFAIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(big enough? :D)&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha she learnt many quotes from me! Oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Funny like funfair&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lame like wheelchair&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOK OF LAME QUOTES&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BY IMAI SUPPORTED BY DEBBIE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;approved by MOE, best-seller and the HEALTHIEST CHOICE! Gotta buy it todaaaayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIRD FLOOR LOCKER FRIEND &lt;/span&gt;is funny like funfair. :D Oh WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something random for the LAST DAY of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 people you last talked to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1 Cuiting&lt;br /&gt;2 Debbie&lt;br /&gt;3 Damien&lt;br /&gt;4 Kitty&lt;br /&gt;5 Adriena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;5 things you regretted doing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; I did something real bad 20 minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; Losing my temper again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; Neglecting to read the Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; Not planning my budget properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; Forgetting to hand in my report book therefore I will get my marks much later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;5 people you'll treasure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; Cuiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; Michelle Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; Cherly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; Michelle Yao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; ______ ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;5 things you think are stupid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; Lying to your best friend saying that the reason you refused to talk to her was because you ae concerned for her health/social life/studies/etc rubbishy reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; Arguing over a mutual friend's good/bad points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; Denying having spread rumours when you actually did, in very obvious manners (with witnesses and such)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; Putting people down so you will feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; Trying to get into the good graces of 'popular' people in desperation that some of their popularity will rub off you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;5 type of people you hate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; Those who do anything just for attention. eg; lie/flirt/backstab/spread rumours/etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; People who endlessly calls themselves fat in hope of people persuading them they're skinny. Physically insecure idiots, in other words. (either that or they are skinny as toothpicks and they whine about thunder thighs. Shut up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; People who do anything just to be popular. eg; hang out with popular kids/suck up/etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; People who pretends to be nice to you so it doesn't damage their 'good' reputation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; People who use sweet words to get into your good books. Pretty annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;5 things you're going to do later:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;Sleep and snore my ass off. I've got dental at 11am in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; Talk to people on MSN. (Note: Peak hour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;Eat something really fattening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; Admire my new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAC eyeliner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; Make a list of items I want for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for the day.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I love blogging. (cos I love talking about myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EGO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bye world, have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take all of me, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;For all of You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116187507760613779?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116187507760613779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116187507760613779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116187507760613779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116187507760613779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/didnt-go-for-last-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116176541530743487</id><published>2006-10-25T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T16:36:55.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3973/475/1600/Arrivals_by_krene.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3973/475/320/Arrivals_by_krene.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kind of like this picture. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sweetly melancholic, the red bag grabbing attention in the midst of greys and blacks and whites. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She peers over the tracks, hoping for a glimpse of the railway train which would deliver her to a faraway land, away from the monstrous place she dwells.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kind of like how life was in the&lt;u&gt; past&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was always looking over the tracks, waiting to catch the train to leave the place I was at, but the train I was waiting for never came. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until, &lt;em&gt;2nd of July&lt;/em&gt;, when I caught the train to&lt;strong&gt; Christianity&lt;/strong&gt;! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I left my past behind, the place I dwelled for so long but hated, into a &lt;u&gt;new life&lt;/u&gt; I loved. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christianity was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BESTEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; choice I've ever made in my life. Thank you Jesus! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up today at 1130. Still pretty sleepy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Su Yi&lt;/strong&gt; is beside me now! :D And she's funny like funfair. Eat her Chupa Chups until it looks like a water melon. o.o &lt;strong&gt;Adriena&lt;/strong&gt; just bopped my hair. Poor hair. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now I'm at church.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usher&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; fashion&lt;/strong&gt; later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love &lt;strong&gt;BESTIE&lt;/strong&gt; loads. (: Even though she pisses me off &lt;strong&gt;99.8%&lt;/strong&gt; of the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come to Him in thanksgiving.&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/34399846-116176541530743487?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116176541530743487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116176541530743487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116176541530743487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116176541530743487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-kind-of-like-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116170688046078588</id><published>2006-10-25T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T00:21:32.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It ended qui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;etly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tears, no fights.&lt;br /&gt;Admist the noise of arcade games, clacking keyboards and clicking mouses.&lt;br /&gt;Under the neon lights, I clutched a throbbing heart, and bravely delivered my request.&lt;br /&gt;I was met with a sorrowful glance, emotions barely contained behind panes of glass.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh. Okay&lt;/span&gt;.' The short answer disguised the disappointment, the silence that will never speak again.&lt;br /&gt;I walked away, rising emotions tumbling like waves, crashing before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Triumph, stringing a note of grief, we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cherly&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recently:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; OPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overnight Prayer Meeting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's awesome: I fed my spiritual man, starved my flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crucify my flesh&lt;/span&gt; now, so my inner man grows strong and flourishes.&lt;br /&gt;I made it out, barely alive, but energetic, though physically weighed down, aching muscles.&lt;br /&gt;The night experience was &lt;u&gt;supernatural&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I've never spoken in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tongues&lt;/span&gt; for such a long period, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prayed&lt;/span&gt; for so long, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worshipped Him well&lt;/span&gt; for so long.&lt;br /&gt;I felt my&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; stagnant&lt;/span&gt; spiritual life move up to a whole new level: I'm starting to fall in love with Him all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a very&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; shaky &lt;/span&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like connected to God, then disconnected, connected again, disconnected again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm stumbling so badly all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil dangles sin before my eyes, tantalising me.&lt;br /&gt;It gives me a taste of it; the faint note of pleasure lingering.&lt;br /&gt;I was so tempted to pounce upon sin, and violently indulging in it till no end.&lt;br /&gt;But I turn my face away, grinding my teeth, painfully resisting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt; was rented out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;City Harvest&lt;/span&gt;'s Halloween Carnival.&lt;br /&gt;Aching shoulders and necks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I did something stupid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I ate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt; food. (: the nice people gave me knowing that I don't have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coupons&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hahha. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3973/475/1600/DSCN5794.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 157px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3973/475/320/DSCN5794.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shermaine, me, Eric and Wei Tze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gelare&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivo City&lt;/span&gt; @last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3973/475/1600/DSCN5812.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3973/475/320/DSCN5812.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinjie, Wei Tze, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the halo above his head.&lt;br /&gt;That's what we call 'flash'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random fact of the day:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I-Mai is nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evidence: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((ZONE-D))*[Hotsauce Torres]] † |chs 65|  he's under my feet satan's under my feet !  [legend PIG]  lovehoopslovebass. says:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imai so nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116170688046078588?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116170688046078588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116170688046078588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116170688046078588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116170688046078588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-ended-quietly.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116140765034937779</id><published>2006-10-21T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T13:14:11.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that I doubted You before.&lt;br /&gt;I've hurt You so badly, yet You welcome me back into Your arms, forgiving me.&lt;br /&gt;I love You so much, I thank You for saving me.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, take me now I am YOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first&lt;strong&gt; S.O.W&lt;/strong&gt; lesson. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;strong&gt; Jackson&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Li Xing&lt;/strong&gt; are our instructors.&lt;br /&gt;First lesson is just kind of like orientation. Got to know a few people, and one funny thing is that I keep on bumping into &lt;strong&gt;Dominic&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahah. &lt;em&gt;Funny like funfair&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Nicole&lt;/strong&gt; is the youngest there. :&gt; Heeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt new things as well luh, like about drums, what kind to buy and all.&lt;br /&gt;The alphabets... I can't wait until they get started so I can learn something I have not.&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I've already got some basics, but mine is&lt;em&gt; classical drumming&lt;/em&gt;, so I'd take a little bit of time to switch to &lt;em&gt;rock drumming&lt;/em&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood was okay, pretty happy, &lt;strong&gt;Jackson&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Li Xing&lt;/strong&gt; are&lt;em&gt; funny like funfair&lt;/em&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, &lt;strong&gt;I know I'm doing what's wrong&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But I just couldn't resist doing it. I just want to keep doing it.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's foolish, but I can't &lt;em&gt;pull myself away from it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm &lt;strong&gt;letting down&lt;/strong&gt; the leaders, I &lt;strong&gt;desperately&lt;/strong&gt; want to &lt;em&gt;pull away&lt;/em&gt; from it, but I just cling to it.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I'm progressing anywhere further anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I need Your strength&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amazing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116140765034937779?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116140765034937779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116140765034937779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116140765034937779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116140765034937779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-sorry-that-i-doubted-you-before.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116133854431123718</id><published>2006-10-20T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:02:24.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went Vivo City for the third time in the row for three days, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jolie&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Michelle Lim&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; Samantha&lt;/strong&gt;! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas fun as always. I think the view from the balcony thing is like&lt;em&gt; super nice&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a cardigan thing from &lt;strong&gt;Forever21&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm falling in love with it!&lt;br /&gt;I found a &lt;em&gt;foosball table&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Adidas&lt;/strong&gt;! I guess you can tell how excited I was when I saw it, until I realised it was ... uh. Let's just say I prefer &lt;em&gt;church's foosball table&lt;/em&gt; luh okay! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed a lot as we hung around, I know we did somethings that are like super funny.&lt;strong&gt; Self-entertain&lt;/strong&gt; luh, as usual, what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overslept like... dots luh. &lt;em&gt;Woke up at 1130. Same as Jolie! Wow we flow.&lt;/em&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to church at around 0230.&lt;br /&gt;At around 4plus I went to find &lt;strong&gt;Yun Fang&lt;/strong&gt;, accompany her go &lt;strong&gt;Carrefour&lt;/strong&gt; buy some food stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I got my long awaited&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; strawberry jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Yummers. ((:&lt;br /&gt;I bought a bowl of instant noodles and went back to church to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still hungry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got meeting later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To tell the truth, I'm drained.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for&lt;strong&gt; Usher&lt;/strong&gt; next Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Send me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116133854431123718?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116133854431123718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116133854431123718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116133854431123718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116133854431123718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-went-vivo-city-for-third-time-in-row.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116118813330494915</id><published>2006-10-19T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T00:15:33.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hit town with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fel&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jieru&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Borders&lt;/span&gt;. Her shoes look terribly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;painful&lt;/span&gt;. ):&lt;br /&gt;Both of them. (Thank God for inventing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flats&lt;/span&gt;.  :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gelare&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shermaine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xinjie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wei Zhi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kinnon&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eric&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Later &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;popped&lt;/span&gt; over! (:&lt;br /&gt;Had fun with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kinnon'&lt;/span&gt;s laptoppppp. (neoprint machine XD)&lt;br /&gt;After that we went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivo City&lt;/span&gt; for the second time. It's huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pull and Bear&lt;/span&gt;'s got some awesome threads.&lt;br /&gt;But my heart goes with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever21&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xbox&lt;/span&gt; games were so fun.&lt;br /&gt;I love crashing my car. And fighting with funny people. ^^&lt;br /&gt;The guys are so poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;Us fashion ministry girls were happily shopping.&lt;br /&gt;They are sitting on the chairs and couches waiting for us. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So poor thiiiing&lt;/span&gt;. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, thank you guys for waiting with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candy Empire&lt;/span&gt;'s awesome. B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm missing you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only You Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, we give You our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116118813330494915?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116118813330494915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116118813330494915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116118813330494915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116118813330494915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/hit-town-with-fel-met-jieru-at-borders.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116098995997612874</id><published>2006-10-16T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:12:40.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Town-ed just now with &lt;strong&gt;Adriiii&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;Town was kind of boring I realised.&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally in love with long sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;I wish &lt;em&gt;Topshop&lt;/em&gt; will have this top that is super long and turtleneck and long-sleeved please.&lt;br /&gt;So I can wear it as a dress. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't tell if those words so sweet are real or sugar-coated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MINMIN(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun with you on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;Like totally.&lt;br /&gt;PICture friend love yoooooooou(:&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kesia's father's wake.&lt;br /&gt;Smiles all around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service was awesome as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAMMIMISHHHH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to live for You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;JESUS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116098995997612874?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116098995997612874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116098995997612874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116098995997612874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116098995997612874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/town-ed-just-now-with-adriiii.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34399846.post-116075978409119624</id><published>2006-10-14T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T03:20:05.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it hurts to know that even if you speak truth, they say it's a lie.&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay, I submit to them, to their insistent, there's nothing I can say;&lt;br /&gt;but God sees everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I fell for you. (:&lt;br /&gt;I came clean! Goshhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuiting's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     Dogs were whistling a new tune &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Barking at the new moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hoping it would come soon so that they could die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Honestly what will become of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't like reality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's way too clear to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But really life is daily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We are what we don't see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We missed everything daydreaming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Flames to dust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lovers to friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why do all good things come to an end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Travelling I always stop at exits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wondering if I'll stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Young and restless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Living this way I stress less &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I want to pull away when the dream dies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The pain sets it and I don't cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I only feel gravity and I wonder why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day until the feeling went away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the clouds were dropping and the... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The rain forgot how to bring salvation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The dogs were whistling a new tune barking at the new moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hoping it would come soon so that they could die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116075978409119624?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116075978409119624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116075978409119624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116075978409119624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116075978409119624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/sometimes-it-hurts-to-know-that-even.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34399846.post-116074038765149842</id><published>2006-10-13T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:53:07.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jasmine MARIE is sitting beside me now and complaining her fingers hurt a lot from typing. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then she say I very what. Hahaha. Why her name Jasmine Marie? Cos she act got second name what. Non-sense. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was just random rubbish at 7.44pm. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I'm going to have a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty for smiling when someone else is being torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm falling for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my saviour, my refuge, my rock.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116074038765149842?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116074038765149842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116074038765149842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116074038765149842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116074038765149842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/jasmine-marie-is-sitting-beside-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116072371319820731</id><published>2006-10-13T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:15:13.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Kesia, my heart cries for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP planning.&lt;br /&gt;I was so unlike myself, sealed lips and glassy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I was quiet, self-absorbed and silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church. ((:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHARMAINE LOTS LOTS WORXZXZXZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116072371319820731?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116072371319820731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116072371319820731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116072371319820731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116072371319820731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/kesia-my-heart-cries-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116048678277498997</id><published>2006-10-10T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T21:26:35.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dinner was two sugar donuts and a cup of milk.&lt;br /&gt;Exceedingly delicious. ((: Note the sarcasm please, thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best friend&lt;/span&gt; accompanied me to go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah Keow &lt;/span&gt;cut hair.&lt;br /&gt;My fringe is like so short. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Weird. Oh well. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It will grow! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched her eat. Then went church.&lt;br /&gt;Played a little bit of foosball then went into auditorium to do art.&lt;br /&gt;Adriena they all started playing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Taboo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Got too noisy then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kana chased out&lt;/span&gt;. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;So I happily did my art until my brain is like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spilling out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Because so many things to draw. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is emaths paper two and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't have a calculator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'd borrow from my brother or guardian's son.&lt;br /&gt;And I realised one thing: when I type I rarely use my right index finger.&lt;br /&gt;Where else for my left one I always use it.&lt;br /&gt;Lmao. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm like so lame luh. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I should go do up a nice new pretty blogskin soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sick of this blogger template.&lt;br /&gt;Also, something random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel like joining Lights Ministry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, Shi Ya and Xin hui. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hurray for randomness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;And I would go.&lt;br /&gt;Till the ends of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116048678277498997?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116048678277498997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116048678277498997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116048678277498997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116048678277498997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-dinner-was-two-sugar-donuts-and-cup.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34399846.post-116040356331550206</id><published>2006-10-09T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:19:23.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still coughing like crazy but the haze is clearing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many people in life I'm grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;So many things I want to thank God for blessing me with.&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on, but it all goes back to GOD for everything.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken hearts making history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116040356331550206?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116040356331550206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116040356331550206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116040356331550206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116040356331550206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-still-coughing-like-crazy-but-haze.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-116014538172629761</id><published>2006-10-06T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T22:36:21.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saint YAO-  dwell in ur house forever の発言:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAINT IMAI! の発言:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saint YAO-  dwell in ur house forever の発言:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saint YAO-  dwell in ur house forever の発言:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saint YAO-  dwell in ur house forever の発言:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In a ridiculously funny way. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to pull you out of your dream.&lt;br /&gt;But you want to stay in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I could only sit by and watch you die in your own hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chomp-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Studied for a while at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SKCC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Withdrawal symptoms are terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tobacco is really baaad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;The haze tells my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My story BEFORE CHRIST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazy, aimless, meaningless, purposeless-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord, I thank you for saving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's coming tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Philippians 4:13&lt;br /&gt;I can do everything through Him who gives me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116014538172629761?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116014538172629761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116014538172629761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116014538172629761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116014538172629761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/saint-yao-dwell-in-ur-house-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34399846.post-116005827946348168</id><published>2006-10-05T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:24:39.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khatib&lt;/span&gt; study.&lt;br /&gt;Quality study!&lt;br /&gt;Wasted my money on pasta though.&lt;br /&gt;It's not bad, but small quantity.&lt;br /&gt;Even PS's Kopitiam's pasta's much tastier and tons cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;OH well. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my leaders plenty! (((:&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to end of exams: one more week of torture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need Your anointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-116005827946348168?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/116005827946348168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=116005827946348168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116005827946348168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/116005827946348168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-khatib-study.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-115994811192904905</id><published>2006-10-04T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T15:48:31.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay I'm in Compass.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papers were totally disgusting today. Yucks. Think Imma be failing Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuiting, don't you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imaaaaaai &lt;/span&gt;me okay. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Yay let's go eat prata on Friday 13th! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for exams to end.&lt;br /&gt;Second bestie's exam ended today. Lucky pig.&lt;br /&gt;So many exciting things to do after exams luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby just blew raspeberries at my direction.&lt;br /&gt;So cute! Then I smiled at him then he looked away. Cuiting say he scared of me. ):&lt;br /&gt;Then that woman is laughing into her bread now. Seow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me what's my problem.&lt;br /&gt;Then she say like live broadcast like that.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA and now she think her leg damn long luh.&lt;br /&gt;Knocking my knee. Then she asked me what's my problem... again.&lt;br /&gt;Seow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still love you luh best friend. (:&lt;br /&gt;P.S. cos got free fries to koup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she very sad cos she say I make use of her.&lt;br /&gt;Then she keep on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imaaaai &lt;/span&gt;me then make me laugh like seow.&lt;br /&gt;Wah irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Running into Your arms again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-115994811192904905?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/115994811192904905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=115994811192904905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115994811192904905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115994811192904905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay-im-in-compass.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34399846.post-115988538549186942</id><published>2006-10-03T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T22:23:06.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm coughing like crazy, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Compass.&lt;br /&gt;Mini-tift with Mak, but got over it soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;Meiyan and I at Cafe Galilee.&lt;br /&gt;Then Wing Tong and Jian Le popped over.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, Yong Cheng, Adriena, Jolie, Esmond popped up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go children's section to study.&lt;br /&gt;Then came Elizabeth and Mei Shan!&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;My instincts were right.&lt;br /&gt;I had a feeling that I was going to meet a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;So I did. Gosh. O: I'm freaking myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Xiang's my HOT partner!&lt;br /&gt;Imma chilli padi and he's hot sauce!&lt;br /&gt;Together, we're sizzling hot(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;((ZONE-D))*[Hotsauce Torres]] † |chs 65|  even the word impossible says i m possible..  [legend PIG]  *in the world of muggers.. の発言:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no lorr...hot sauce is HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;((ZONE-D))*[Hotsauce Torres]] † |chs 65|  even the word impossible says i m possible..  [legend PIG]  *in the world of muggers.. の発言:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chili padi just chili on rice padi fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAINT IMAI! の発言:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're sizzling hot. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;((ZONE-D))*[Hotsauce Torres]] † |chs 65|  even the word impossible says i m possible..  [legend PIG]  *outta it for awhile... の発言:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...and we sizzles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D THE BEST PART...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;((ZONE-D))*[Hotsauce Torres]] † |chs 65|  even the word impossible says i m possible..  [legend PIG]  *outta it for awhile... の発言:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;((ZONE-D))*[Hotsauce Torres]] † |chs 65|  even the word impossible says i m possible..  [legend PIG]  *outta it for awhile... の発言:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..u are hotter....just for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;((ZONE-D))*[Hotsauce Torres]] † |chs 65|  even the word impossible says i m possible..  [legend PIG]  *outta it for awhile... の発言:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAINT IMAI! の発言:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows Live Messenger is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I want is You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-115988538549186942?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/115988538549186942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=115988538549186942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115988538549186942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115988538549186942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-coughing-like-crazy-it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-115971377917140416</id><published>2006-10-01T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T22:42:59.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's awesome to go back into His arms.&lt;br /&gt;To feel His presence come down on me, to feel His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's so amazing; our God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know, 24 million in 28 million are Christians in America?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that amazing! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going to be a HISTORY MAKER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-115971377917140416?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/115971377917140416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=115971377917140416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115971377917140416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115971377917140416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-awesome-to-go-back-into-his-arms.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34399846.post-115963321128773402</id><published>2006-10-01T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T00:20:11.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad I went for service today.&lt;br /&gt;Affluence to influence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma be the Salt of the earth and Light of the World!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be a &lt;strong&gt;HISTORY MAKER&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I'm starting to feel You again.&lt;br /&gt;Your presence is comforting.&lt;br /&gt;I feel your &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;AMAZING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, you're always here with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-115963321128773402?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/115963321128773402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=115963321128773402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115963321128773402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115963321128773402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-glad-i-went-for-service-today.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34399846.post-115959082844623213</id><published>2006-09-30T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T12:33:48.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So nostalgic!&lt;br /&gt;My brother's playing House of the Dead on Dreamcast.&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing this with him at the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. So random right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later gonna' go for service.&lt;br /&gt;Excitement! (:&lt;br /&gt;Got my $150 today.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go shopping soon.&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to end of exams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -Norman Cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-115959082844623213?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/115959082844623213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=115959082844623213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115959082844623213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115959082844623213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-nostalgic-my-brothers-playing-house.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-115952489360517344</id><published>2006-09-29T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T18:14:53.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exam &lt;strong&gt;stress&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we're officially back on talking terms already.&lt;br /&gt;But I've learnt a lesson: don't put your heart into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very fascinating dream the other night.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing godly, sadly enough, but something really &lt;em&gt;indulgent&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Compass with &lt;strong&gt;Cui&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then went church. &lt;strong&gt;Cui&lt;/strong&gt; go &lt;strong&gt;Kesia's&lt;/strong&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;Church now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were my eyes that red yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consume me from the inside out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-115952489360517344?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/115952489360517344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=115952489360517344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115952489360517344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115952489360517344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/09/exam-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34399846.post-115937019454246072</id><published>2006-09-27T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T23:16:34.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wing Tong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for entertaining me during Chemistry today. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lame jokes luh you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgive them! (: Jesus loves you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dearest brother-in-Christ, continue to grow in God!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charmaine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She is so incredible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Save more souls! Pull them away from the ouija board where false answers lie, lead them to Christ, who is the Truth, the Way and the Light, and may the Holy Spirit guide you to share His Gospel (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two people of mention today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm so sorry that I dropped us off at the wrong bus stop hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Six bucks cheap right. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice chat with the aunt.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see her for so long luh. Think I will go cut my hair soon as well. Just trim luh not cut. Hahaha. Somebody trim my fringe before and it's totally hideous. Better not let her get near me with a pair of scissors again. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did my QT at the big grass field near my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was searching, groping desperately for His presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave thanks before starting, concentrating deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT I CAN'T FIND HIM. I CAN'T FIND HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I felt so dry, like how I was back before I came to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shivering in the dark, without His warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm running dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-115937019454246072?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/115937019454246072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=115937019454246072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115937019454246072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115937019454246072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/09/wing-tong.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-115928533852395843</id><published>2006-09-26T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T23:42:18.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in extremes now.&lt;br /&gt;Happy and not happy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel a little distant from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More QTs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will connect back to Him! rawr.&lt;br /&gt;Went home with the Compassvale people after church today.&lt;br /&gt;Beat Esther two rounds in foosball even without warming up.&lt;br /&gt;Gee, boosted my ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass was cool today.&lt;br /&gt;Not as bad as before with Chloe's voice there and all. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went church with Adriena they all.&lt;br /&gt;Very foggy memories about it.&lt;br /&gt;Quite blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went home I was tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm ashamed to say I gave in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, I'm sorry for disappointing you, when you have so much faith in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-115928533852395843?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/115928533852395843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=115928533852395843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115928533852395843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115928533852395843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-in-extremes-now.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34399846.post-115916649232825459</id><published>2006-09-25T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T14:41:32.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to lead her soul to Christ: but not today, because the grudge stays strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that I'm writing riddles instead of blogging my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;My artistic license to do so. *grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;We'll never be apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-115916649232825459?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/115916649232825459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=115916649232825459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115916649232825459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115916649232825459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-want-to-lead-her-soul-to-christ-but.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-115908190575677451</id><published>2006-09-24T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T15:11:45.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Late night movies and creepy long-haired girls.&lt;br /&gt;Girls linked by the same twist of events, where fathers led by alcohol-induced drives to violate them, their souls torn apart by the burden they shoulder, the tears they cry after each false rendezvous.&lt;br /&gt;Sympathy for a fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are not taking a turn for the better. It's spiralling downwards.&lt;br /&gt;I lost so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under your wings I take refuge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-115908190575677451?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/115908190575677451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=115908190575677451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115908190575677451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115908190575677451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/09/late-night-movies-and-creepy-long.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34399846.post-115894184835249214</id><published>2006-09-22T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:17:28.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhaustion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm studying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing is going in&lt;/span&gt;. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that of all her '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt;' friends, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the one who's being treated like garbage&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She obviously doesn't treasure me. At all. And all the reasons for ignoring me she'd told me were all fake, she's just lying to save face, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so dumb, so cheated, at all the times I thought she would truly be there for me, where Jesus was the only one who had been.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so stupid for not having noticed the signs, that she was treating me like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;, like I'm a back-up when the others throw her away. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I can't believe my own foolishness, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop talking about her before I get even more vulgar, because it's simply pissing off. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone made me smile today. (: Thankyou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cui's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spongebob, waffles and Kentucky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-115894184835249214?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/115894184835249214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=115894184835249214' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115894184835249214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115894184835249214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/09/exhaustion.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34399846.post-115884574778856894</id><published>2006-09-21T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T21:35:47.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two crumbling friendships.&lt;br /&gt;I thought they were strong, but they were more fragile than cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foosball was awesome. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zachary Chan&lt;/span&gt; is my new foosball partner. (:&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you like supremely honoured?! Hahahaha. Me and my ego.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ego kid &lt;/span&gt;as how my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jasmine flower &lt;/span&gt;calls me. lmao. I think I'm so full of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuiting &lt;/span&gt;is nice. She treated me to pasta and honey lemon drink. (:&lt;br /&gt;I love my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;water heater&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Heee. Evil partners-in-crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received art questions. So emo can.&lt;br /&gt;I think Imma do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;decay &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twisted and tangled &lt;/span&gt;thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bruise of my thigh is healing well! Awesome. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss snatch thief/eyecandy. :&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams ending: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12th October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I could hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-115884574778856894?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/115884574778856894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=115884574778856894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115884574778856894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115884574778856894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/09/two-crumbling-friendships.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-115860040686686970</id><published>2006-09-19T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T01:26:46.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sinned twice.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I felt no guilt,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; there is something wrong&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shermaine&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adriena&lt;/span&gt; made my day(s).&lt;br /&gt;I love my sister(s)-in-Christ!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and brother(s)-in-Christ as well of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dwell in Your house forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-115860040686686970?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/115860040686686970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=115860040686686970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115860040686686970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115860040686686970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-sinned-twice.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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-34399846.post-115840899271601688</id><published>2006-09-16T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T20:16:32.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I could sing of Your love forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebonded my hair today.&lt;br /&gt;Like wow, it's like ... so flat. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;And Adriena's leaning on me.&lt;br /&gt;So heavy. And she's poking me. But I not scared. :D&lt;br /&gt;She's like &lt;strong&gt;EVIL&lt;/strong&gt; luh.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;She insists she's the nicest. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh puh-lease.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; last night. Woke up at &lt;em&gt;nine&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sian diao. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;--- This is like my favourite emoticon at the moment luh.&lt;br /&gt;Yay I think Chew Ting rocks. :D Because she pulled Adriena off me yay I'm free!&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahahahaha joking luh.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once in a lifetime opportunity&lt;/em&gt; to see me in a dress, like wow. (besides prom night that is)&lt;br /&gt;And Adriena is having a craving for mamee mee now. Like wow. hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so full of crap. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And random conclusion of the day: I can never carry a proper conversation with the male brain for more than five minutes because they all give me one to three worded answers. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;highlight&gt;Signing off knutfut-style;&lt;br /&gt;Mai&lt;/highlight&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34399846-115840899271601688?l=knutfuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/feeds/115840899271601688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34399846&amp;postID=115840899271601688' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115840899271601688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34399846/posts/default/115840899271601688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knutfuts.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-could-sing-of-your-love-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>IMAI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01458792528363713869</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34399846.post-115824096925350423</id><published>2006-09-14T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T21:36:09.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New blog! 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