<?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-7043359372798644361</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:32:36.768+08:00</updated><category term='I won and won AGAIN'/><category term='MERVELLE LEK- since she labelled my name.  ;)'/><category term='I won'/><title type='text'>I just don't want to miss you tonight.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-919984602944523323</id><published>2008-12-05T03:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T04:52:20.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keep On Movin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I like that old 5ive song.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so this is my first "normal" post in a really long time. When I say normal, I really mean I'm just gonna write about the stuff I did that you probably don't give a damn about! Starting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a pretty busy week so far. Went out on Monday with Sam, had dinner with family at Gill's uncle's restaurant; Joe's Kitchen. Good Thai food, by the way. Tuesday was spent with Sam and Amanda. We watched Four Christmases, which is quite funny. The ending's kinda dumb, but I didn't really expect much of this movie anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- caught Wildchild with Gill, Nut, Rachael and Eugenia. Haven't seen Rachael in pretty long, so that was good. (: Nut and I were supposed to meet Gill and Rachael at the ticket counter, and so I was on the phone with Gill so she could direct me to where she was, when &lt;strong&gt;suddenly,&lt;/strong&gt; this kid runs into me. He was playing catching or something. So I get a shock and I go, "Oh f***!". Gill's still on the phone and happily she says, "Oh I see you! You just got hit by that boy and you said "oh f***." Damn those kids.&lt;br /&gt;And after that, while walking towards the escalators after the movie, I walk into this old-ish man and I make some sound. I can't remember what sound exactly, but a sound. I assumed it was one of us, but hell no, I was wrong. Nut and I got into a laughing fit after that.&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Gill's house soon after and we just did some random things, then took a bus to Jalan Kayu for dinner. We had dim sum. Eugenia and Nut have never had &lt;em&gt;ha cheong kai, &lt;/em&gt;which I don't know how to spell, in their lives.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;That's&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;like the chicken wings fried in prawn paste. Well, apparently, Eugenia doesn't get to eat chicken wings because her mother says they're bad and injected with hormones and all. Oh em gee. Gwen joined us for dinner &lt;em&gt;after &lt;/em&gt;we were done eating. So, we just sat there watching her eat fried rice with a fork. Wednesday was fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, was spent lazing around. I think it was my only free day this week. I woke up at like just after 3pm. For the first time in my life! I have never slept till so late before. Must be the badinfluence. Hurhur. I slept at 5.30am the night before though, so that means I slept for about 9 and a half hours, which is not that bad. As compared to my sister who has to sleep for at least 12 hours when she can.&lt;br /&gt;Attended mass with Becca at 6, then talked to some people until a bit after 7. Addison hit me. Yeah I just want to put this here for the whole world to see. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow's another day. Going to town with Mervelle and Nutzy wutzy. (:&lt;br /&gt;A bit random, but I'm trying not to think so much nowadays. I'm not quite sure if it's working yet though. We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;This has been a pretty long post for an almost non-existent audience, so I think I shall end here, and go back to watching Chick vs Dick (retardedly hilarious) and Mind Your Language. Throw in an episode of Who's Line Is It Anyway?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-919984602944523323?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/919984602944523323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=919984602944523323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/919984602944523323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/919984602944523323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/12/keep-on-movin-i-like-that-old-5ive-song.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-1217268952990951745</id><published>2008-11-25T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:39:02.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shadow wanted, wanted very much, to reach out and put his hand over Wednesday's gray hand. He wanted to tell him that everything would be okay - something Shadow did not feel, but that he knew had to be said. There were men in black trains out there. There was a fat kid in a strectch limo and there were people in the television who did not mean them well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He did not touch Wednesday. He did not say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Later he wondered if he could have changed things, if that gesture would have done any good, if it could have averted any of the harm that was to come. He told himself it wouldn't. But still, afterward, he wished that, just for a moment on that slow flight home, he had touched Wednesday's hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Neil Gaiman, (American Gods)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-1217268952990951745?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/1217268952990951745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=1217268952990951745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1217268952990951745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1217268952990951745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/11/shadow-wanted-wanted-very-much-to-reach.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-2204583278594065980</id><published>2008-11-02T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:12:51.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Reflect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked cat class today. Much better compared to last week. Hahah. Maybe my complaints worked. We had a reflection followed by a sharing and it was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all this has been on my mind for quite a while but the sharing and voicing it out just made me realise it much more you know? I realised that I've really grown much closer to God than before. There has been quite a change since last year till now. I've been turning more to God now and I feel that he helps me. I don't feel it ALL the time, but the SOMEtimes help me to remember that he's always there.I &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; learnt to place my trust in God more, and even if Jessica doubts so I think cat class has played a part in this. I realise 2008 has been quite a year for me. probably the most impactful in all my 14 years. Most eventful. I think I've grown spiritually and that has always been my goal. It still is. I guess problems we encounter in life really do turn out to be blessings in disguise, because from turning to God and seeking his help, I've finally realised that he is the centre of my life. And I live and build around it. He is a pillar of strength in my life and I'm scared for next year, but I know when facing problems or anything, I can always trust in him, Christ the redeemer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that all the girls were sharing today made me feel quite happy. Hahah. Jessica looked pretty happy too. So yeah, I enjoyed class today. We sorta had a praise and worship thing too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween yesterday. It was prettaye fun. We went trick or treating! We got candy and some weird looks. Even an, "OMG!". Then we headed to town to take pictures with random people and just spread the Halloween spirit! (: Gill and I went as ruggers. We didn't really look like ruggers, but oh well! Pictures next time. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-2204583278594065980?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/2204583278594065980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=2204583278594065980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2204583278594065980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2204583278594065980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/11/reflect.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-8359152992303707756</id><published>2008-10-25T00:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T02:12:02.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Seasons of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Well the school year has finally come to an end. I thought I would be happier that the day I've been waiting for this whole year finally came on Thursday, but I'm not, really. Kinda sad actually. I'm really going to miss awesome 2/3. Leaving the classroom at the end of school that day was so emotional. People were crying and all. I can't bear to leave 2/3. And reading Mervelle's blog post has just reminded me yet again that we're leaving each other. We'll be 2/3 no more. I'll really miss the class. We've had some problems with bonding with each other, especially last year in 1/3, but I think we've really progressed throughout the time we've spent together. Everyone put in effort to get what we have today, and I'm really grateful for that. We've come a long way, my friends, and I'll miss each and &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; one of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh Mervelle, Nut, Gloria, Gwen, Gill, Clara, Zara, Eugenia and I went to Botanic Gardens for the last day of school! We bought snacks and food to make sandwiches from Fairprice, and we had a picnic! It was fun! We played the game I learnt in Con 2 camp. And a stupid catching game that Eugenia taught us. It is like the most confusing catching game I have ever played in my entire life. I had lots of fun though. And we ate a lot. A &lt;em&gt;lot. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, we watched High School Musical 3 earlier just now. The dances were really good. I love the choreography. Go watch it. After the movie and lunch, Nut and I finally pierced our second hole. We've been planning it for quite some time but never got round to it till a few hours ago! Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I shall leave the part about results and how freakishly scared I am for next year out to another time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For now, pictures. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SQH-Fyhh2tI/AAAAAAAAAfE/9uHW9KykoPY/s1600-h/m169610526.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260765215160654546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SQH-Fyhh2tI/AAAAAAAAAfE/9uHW9KykoPY/s400/m169610526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I love this picture because Mervelle is a loser. Hahah. I cracked up when I saw this on Mervelle's blog. This was taken sometime last week? Nut and Mervelle had a drawing competition, and as you can see, Nut won and Mervelle the loser lost. ): Hahah. Gee, I hope she doesn't see this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SQH8CKjJUDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/sXdO9UM_6GY/s1600-h/IMG_3653.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260762953867153458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SQH8CKjJUDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/sXdO9UM_6GY/s400/IMG_3653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Eugenia, Nut, Gloria, Gwen and I having a picnic! Mervelle behind the camera. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SQH8B1I29xI/AAAAAAAAAes/wXYzHFc_O5M/s1600-h/IMG_3654.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260762948119754514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SQH8B1I29xI/AAAAAAAAAes/wXYzHFc_O5M/s400/IMG_3654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; We were feeding the fish and terrapins here. Nut, me and Eugenia's butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SQH8AoatGaI/AAAAAAAAAec/diNyWqpKJMk/s1600-h/IMG_3637.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260762927525075362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SQH8AoatGaI/AAAAAAAAAec/diNyWqpKJMk/s400/IMG_3637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Sec 2/3 2008. I love this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very happy 14th birthday to dearest Van. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's been great knowing you, my friend. I'll miss you in school, but I look forward to more awesome times with you in Con 3B&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SQH8AE_ixHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Csv4hciVIqk/s1600-h/DSC02677.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260762918015911026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SQH8AE_ixHI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Csv4hciVIqk/s400/DSC02677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;The story never ends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;let's celebrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;remember a year in the life of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-8359152992303707756?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/8359152992303707756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=8359152992303707756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8359152992303707756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8359152992303707756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/10/seasons-of-love-well-school-year-has.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SQH-Fyhh2tI/AAAAAAAAAfE/9uHW9KykoPY/s72-c/m169610526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-8226636134982204349</id><published>2008-10-19T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:23:12.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Do You Remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seem a bit different now. It's always like this after we haven't spoken for like two weeks. But maybe it's just me, being paranoid. Worrying too much. Because somehow, it always goes back to normal in the end, doesn't it? If only you weren't so...busy. Or if you showed that you cared more. I think we need a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from dance practice at Gwen's house about an hour ago. We've got most of our choreography down pat, except for one part. And I learnt one move for the class over the phone. How cool is that? Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are all back and they kinda suck. I'm just relieved for some subjects. I didn't fail my long essay. Still somehow managed to get my A1. (:&lt;em&gt; And &lt;/em&gt;I&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;passed Math and Chinese. I got Bs. That totally made my day on Thursday. Hopefully I get into one of the classes I want next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need a shower. I stink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-8226636134982204349?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/8226636134982204349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=8226636134982204349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8226636134982204349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8226636134982204349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-you-remember-things-seem-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-9000523793920949329</id><published>2008-10-14T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:59:38.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Super Trouper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A breath of fresh air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alas, I went to Vivo for the first time in ages. Caught Mamma Mia, my third movie in five days, with Tab, Fran, Becca and Eugenia. Eugenia was right- Meryl Streep dancing &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; highly disturbing. Quite a nice movie, albeit a lengthy one. Considering getting the soundtrack, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SPRMoiptJgI/AAAAAAAAAeM/i6RN6FWvFkE/s1600-h/DSC02737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256910924428420610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SPRMoiptJgI/AAAAAAAAAeM/i6RN6FWvFkE/s400/DSC02737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I grabbed this picture from Becca's blog. I have some other nice ones but I can't upload without my laptop. Damn. Maybe next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm kinda keen on a trip to Escape now. We planned to go on Friday but it was closed. Yes, we took the bloody train to Pasir Ris, and the stupidly hot bus all the way to find that the gates were closed. While we were walking towards escape, I said, "I don't hear any screams." And instead of thinking that maybe it was closed, we happily thought, "Oh maybe it's not crowded today! Yay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So much for thinking on the bright side. School tomorrow. I'm quite excited. Not so much about getting results, but I kinda miss it. (: I like post-exam period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I shall remind Gill to bring Uno Stacko. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-9000523793920949329?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/9000523793920949329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=9000523793920949329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/9000523793920949329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/9000523793920949329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/10/super-trouper-breath-of-fresh-air.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SPRMoiptJgI/AAAAAAAAAeM/i6RN6FWvFkE/s72-c/DSC02737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-3744590257788404973</id><published>2008-10-10T10:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:09:56.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Somewhere Along in the Bitterness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SO7FNYX-iwI/AAAAAAAAAeE/FzDi09ZQGoE/s1600-h/73329306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255354648859937538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SO7FNYX-iwI/AAAAAAAAAeE/FzDi09ZQGoE/s400/73329306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Argh, I've got a splitting headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, exams are finally over. No more mugging. At least for another two or three months. Now, we await our results/doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Going to Escape later. I don't know what to expect. Also because I haven't been there in years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But at least you know the roller coasters end in 2 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-3744590257788404973?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/3744590257788404973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=3744590257788404973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3744590257788404973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3744590257788404973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/10/somewhere-along-in-bitterness.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SO7FNYX-iwI/AAAAAAAAAeE/FzDi09ZQGoE/s72-c/73329306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-8214934758205454831</id><published>2008-09-26T17:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T18:02:38.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SNywWFFdkKI/AAAAAAAAAVA/u3pfgt1SOBE/s1600-h/breakdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250265158975852706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SNywWFFdkKI/AAAAAAAAAVA/u3pfgt1SOBE/s400/breakdown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SNywWKbw8VI/AAAAAAAAAVI/EwGm4Tht628/s1600-h/73210169.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SNywWY8ZZ6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/J0a7J78pZMw/s1600-h/200461996-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somebody stole my pinafore. Bloody craphole.&lt;/span&gt; Now I gotta buy another one because I only have one left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought I'd be saying this, but I feel more confident of my Chinese paper than my English one. I think I was too afraid for English. I think my sis was right (never thought I'd say that either)- I'm more freaked out by English because of the higher expectations. Especially from my mum. Ah wells. My long essay is totally screwed over. No hope. I think going for mass helped a bit though. As in, the day before. Wouldn't have gone if not for Joachim, whom I'm thankful for for the encouragement. Mass sorta calmed my nerves a little. I just pray I do fine. 8 more papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta have faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And away we go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-8214934758205454831?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/8214934758205454831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=8214934758205454831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8214934758205454831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8214934758205454831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/09/somebody-stole-my-pinafore.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SNywWFFdkKI/AAAAAAAAAVA/u3pfgt1SOBE/s72-c/breakdown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-7307376273158444297</id><published>2008-09-23T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:09:46.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;X.X.LONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burped in class today.&lt;br /&gt;It was loud and embarrassing. Hahah. Thank goodness Armstrong didn't say anything. Speaking of him, Gill had one of her "bright ideas" again in his class (2 free periods), to go up to him and do my paper-tearing trick where you hear the paper tear but it doesn't actually tear. It's one of my great useless talents. (: So we all walk to him, and Gill pretends she's unhappy about her Lit assignment and "tears" her paper. Armstrong is unfazed. Hahah. Then Marie asks me to do it, so I do. And he says, "What's that?" I felt a bit retarded so I walked away. Oh, the stupid things we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later, Armstrong calls for me while I'm re-lacing my shoes. So I walk up to his table with only one laced shoe. Lo and behold, he hands me a piece of paper and he says, "Show me that paper thing again." He's smiling at me kinda scarily, but I do it anyway. He looked so amused while I was there "tearing" paper repeatedly after his "again!" requests. I don't know if the class was laughing at me, him, or the situation. After he realised how I did it (took him long enough, really) he said I could go. Halfway back to my seat and bemused friends, he calls me back and gives me a hot pink book strap. Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a funny day today. One of those laughed-so-hard-I-almost-peed-in-my-pants days. My photo got vandalised by a bunch of morons, (namely Nut, Marie &amp;amp; Mervelle) and so did I. My left arms now has a black ink drawing of a "celestial" dragon (courtesy of Nut) with a few sad clouds, and below it reads, "X.X.LONG GANG MEMBER". Marie said drawings on me make me look "dangerous". Har dee har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm here, I just wanna say that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Arsenal's at the &lt;em&gt;top of the table&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; We're &lt;strong&gt;number one&lt;/strong&gt;. I clearly recall Addison telling me one evening after mass that Arsenal was "crippled". Liverpool was at the top at that time. But not anymore. As I told him, "You wait and see". And once again, I'm right. Ahahah. Ask me where Man U is, ask me where Man U is! Alright read this carefully: They're in the 15th position. Fifteenth! Hoho! I know we're just into the season, but this is just funny. Man, Ewww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-7307376273158444297?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/7307376273158444297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=7307376273158444297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7307376273158444297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7307376273158444297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/09/x.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-5867400567622445271</id><published>2008-09-17T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:05:12.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Dreamer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SNEaMiihMLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/EtziTnKrX-0/s1600-h/gorgeous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247003843595677874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SNEaMiihMLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/EtziTnKrX-0/s400/gorgeous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's a paedophile?&lt;/em&gt; Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, I feel like blogging today. But as usual there's nothing to blog about. School was &lt;em&gt;blah&lt;/em&gt; as usual. Oh we had Chinese Oral yesterday. Man I screwed it up. Some pretty cool things happened though. I was about to leave school &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt; after Oral, when I just had this &lt;em&gt;feeling&lt;/em&gt;, that I should call Tabitha and ask where she is. So I called, and luckily enough, it turned out that she was in school! And she agreed to walk home with me. (: Haven't had one of those long story-sharing talks with her in a while so that was good. We talked from school all the way throughout the time she was at "lunch" with me and two morons until she went home. Awesome we are. After "lunch" I was about to leave for home with Van, but then I changed my mind and decided to go for mass. I'm not sure what made me change my mind, but I haven't gone for weekday mass in ages. So that was pretty cool as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being rushed off the computer so a longer post next time, and possibly some awesome pictures from Monday's trip to the Red Dot Museum.&lt;br /&gt;My Threadless tees are here! And I wanna watch Mamma Mia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-5867400567622445271?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/5867400567622445271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=5867400567622445271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/5867400567622445271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/5867400567622445271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/09/whos-paedophile-hurhur.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SNEaMiihMLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/EtziTnKrX-0/s72-c/gorgeous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-2491997522024616706</id><published>2008-09-11T16:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:19:05.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;One More for the Champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SMjXjHYVHKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jn0_nrJfb3M/s1600-h/82725737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244678764349430946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SMjXjHYVHKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jn0_nrJfb3M/s400/82725737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This blog seems so neglected. Hahah. Oh wells. I'm just here, taking a break from studying, or rather, avoiding it, to say Fed has done it again! 13th title, 5th consecutive US Open championship. Take &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;, Rafa. All you morons that said he "lost his touch" and is "getting old", looks like you should go slap yourself. Fed has proven you wrong man. I've been waiting for this, his resurfacing. I was disappointed when he lost the World number 1 title, but this shows he can still claim World's best again. He's the champion, my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh and Lance Armstrong's returning to cycling. I'm quite excited about that, even though I don;t watch the sport myself. Hahah. But I really admire Armstrong, what with his inspiring jumping back from cancer story. He cycled to an unprecedented level. 7 time Tour de France champion. Can you say, woah? This time, he's going for his 8th. He's coming out of retirement at the age of 34. I really hope he wins this, he's doing this to raise awareness on the global cancer burden. Though of course I have my doubts that he'll be at top form. But I'm pretty sure he'll do well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Theo super-cute Walcott scored a hat-trick for England yesterday. They totally thrashed Croatia 4-1. Rooney scored the other one. Man, I love Theo. He is now the third Arsenal player to score an England treble. Woots for Walcott. I haven't been catching Arsenal games lately. Robin's been doing well. I hope to catch the next one. We're playing Blackburn on Saturday. Hopefully I'll get to see Nasri in action soon. Abou Diaby sounds like Abu Dhabi. Hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mervelle's birthday lunch at New York, New York tomorrow, then Gabriel's dinner event after. How awesome. I'm going to eat so much and get so fat. Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-2491997522024616706?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/2491997522024616706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=2491997522024616706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2491997522024616706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2491997522024616706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-more-for-champion-this-blog-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SMjXjHYVHKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/jn0_nrJfb3M/s72-c/82725737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-8183708949975560503</id><published>2008-09-01T22:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:50:36.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Under the influence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mervelle asked me to blog, so here I am. Nothing much to say, but I studied today! Well, kinda. I went to Macs with my sister and we did our work and ate a lot. Hahah. Zara's party on Saturday was quite something. It was spent mostly in the pool which was lots of fun. It was splashy. Hahah. We played chicken, did cannonballs and just socialised. Met some pretty cool people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the party, I had cat class, as usual. It's the last class of the term so we watched Finding Nemo. I forgot how much I like it. I told Aaron I had to leave class and he let me go. How nice. After class, Mervelle picked me up. So awesome. Hahah. I said to Jerome, "My friend, she's coming to pick me up."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt;. There she is!" And then Mervelle appeared! Running with her umbrella. Hahah. Cool. Then her mum drove us to her cat class. The ride was quite enjoyable. Mervelle, your mum's funny. The class however, was just fine. I like mine better. Honestly, the class wasn't that bad, but it made me appreciate my class. Not that I didn't already, but a lot more. I'm thankful for my classmates, even the annoying ones. As much as I hate to say it, Mervelle's classmates made me realise the guys in Con2B are actually funny to some extent. Her class was pretty textbook. Whereas in ours, I know they try to make it more fun with games, sharings, etc. Which is why I'm also grateful for my catechists. And coincidentally, I can say, &lt;em&gt;Happy Teachers' Day!&lt;/em&gt; Although I doubt any teacher reads this thing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms, especially my right one, ache now because of some crazy arm wrestling tournament yesterday. I don't care if Gabriel claims his right arm is "strained cause of badminton", we drew so many times and he still couldn't beat me. I couldn't beat him either though. Hahah. Hey but I take pride in the fact that he's older and couldn't beat me. (: I believe I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; beat him one day though. &lt;em&gt;Rematch!&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;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy 13th, Nicole! (:&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/7043359372798644361-8183708949975560503?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/8183708949975560503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=8183708949975560503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8183708949975560503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8183708949975560503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/09/under-influence.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-8958821033174843453</id><published>2008-08-28T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:24:20.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;You're never gonna keep me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SLZqsyeeluI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_IZ76ZdsVQI/s1600-h/1_113354315l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239492534188545762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SLZqsyeeluI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_IZ76ZdsVQI/s400/1_113354315l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Something I stole from Marie. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just a short post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I dread the exams coming up. Dang. It's gonna be mugging for the next few weeks. Gotta put my disgusting English CA results behind me and try to get the grade I want. But for now, it's my last so-called chance to have fun this weekend, before it starts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I plan to really put Project Socialites into action this Saturday. There'll be a lot of opportunities. Most importantly cat class, then there's Mervelle's cat class, followed by the &lt;em&gt;partaye&lt;/em&gt;! Even though Project socialites is a Bao + Man tou thing, I believe it can be applied elsewhere. I'm quite excited. I've tried it out on some people. Mostly two people, but I've just gotten the same reaction, which is no reaction. Sheesh. Help me out here. Nonetheless, I have faith. Nothing's impossible for the awesome duo of Man tou and Bao. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carpe diem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/7043359372798644361-8958821033174843453?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/8958821033174843453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=8958821033174843453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8958821033174843453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8958821033174843453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-never-gonna-keep-me-down.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SLZqsyeeluI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_IZ76ZdsVQI/s72-c/1_113354315l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-3953975654318797880</id><published>2008-08-23T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:12:10.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;For some reason I can't explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SLAopqX2qII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/IRhRo_zbCyQ/s1600-h/boymonkeyface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237731062845974658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SLAopqX2qII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/IRhRo_zbCyQ/s400/boymonkeyface.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Friday was a fun day. Spent with the awesome people, Nut, Gill, Gwen and Mervelle. We went to Queensway to look for our bags but they didn't have the colours we wanted. So disappointing. I know Nut was especially upset, but we're going to Heeren to look for it on Monday, so hopefully we have better luck there, eh? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;And speaking of Nuttaye, she followed Mervelle and I to mass. Say &lt;strong&gt;omg&lt;/strong&gt;. We bought meatballs from Ikea and ate them in the cab to church. Hoho. Mervelle's sister and her friend, Rod went for mass with us. Rebecca too. And halfway through mass, Rebecca told me that Rod's her catechist. :0 But he stopped teaching to study. How coincidental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;As Nut and I were leaving church and walking out the gates, I was about to tell her the story of how at that same place Mervelle and I once saw a rat. And before I could even finish my sentence, a bloody rat scurries past us into church! I pointed at it and we both screamed. How horrifying. It was like a repeat incident. Then the woman in front of us scolded us. Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;This week we had colour codes for our rubberbands. (: Monday was red, Tuesday was orange, Wednesday was green, Thursday pink, and Friday purple. How cool. We only got caught on Tuesday and Wednesday. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jasmine and I ate almost 2 thirds of a packet of Fruitella today. She said the peach flavoured ones suck so we ate only the blackcurrant and strawberry. She likes the strawberry so she took most of that and I ate like almost 5 blackcurrant ones. &lt;em&gt;We're gonna get diabetes&lt;/em&gt;. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We had to do some decision making thing today. We had to write down a list of the 15 most important people in our lives. So, instinctively I wrote down, and so did most other people, family first. Then followed by close friends and cousins. The next step was to strike off 5 names. Aaron said to imagine you're in a boat and you can only save these people. So in other words imagine you kill 5 people by throwing them in the sea. Feed them to the sharks. The first five were hard, but the next 4 we had to strike off were even more difficult. I spent a long time thinking about who was to go first. And finally, we cancel another 3 names to make the final 3. I was left with one family member, one close friend, and one cousin. I think mostly only the girls took this thing seriously. The guys were writing people like Bill Gates, George Bush and Osama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I think this thing was good, in the sense that it made me think about the people that helped make changes in my life and such. After class however, I thought about it again and I think if I were to rewrite the list, there are some people I would take off and some I would put on. Some I would strike off earlier, some not till later. Jasmine and I felt bad striking off family members cause well, they're family. And I had a hard time deciding which friends to strike off first. Now I realise though, that some people, some friends, I only put there because we hang out together everyday, or I feel I am obliged to. Which is not really the point of this thing. But I realised who the most important people in my are. So yeah, I would do it differently now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I thought that was quite an eye opener, because it sorta like forced me to choose. Which life sometimes does to you too. You can't always run away from everything. Even though I would if I could. Oh well. At least I know now that whatever decision I make, I'll make it with God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I like cat class. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;And I like cat class with Jasmine. It's fun. We laugh quite a lot. (: We missed Van today though. Next week, man tou. Project socialites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-3953975654318797880?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/3953975654318797880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=3953975654318797880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3953975654318797880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3953975654318797880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-some-reason-i-cant-explain.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SLAopqX2qII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/IRhRo_zbCyQ/s72-c/boymonkeyface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-1707735364962756836</id><published>2008-08-12T15:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:11:16.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gotta be starting something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SKFCWaVbBwI/AAAAAAAAATw/VNAO81OpkG4/s1600-h/1_355254697l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233537194774955778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SKFCWaVbBwI/AAAAAAAAATw/VNAO81OpkG4/s400/1_355254697l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SKFCWi0KuGI/AAAAAAAAAT4/gpaE8tObwMU/s1600-h/1_652781151l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233537197051394146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SKFCWi0KuGI/AAAAAAAAAT4/gpaE8tObwMU/s400/1_652781151l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Two awesome photos from an awesome night at Gill's place. See Gill, I picked one of the rare photos with you in it. We had dinner at Mad Jack's. The waiters were kinda weird, which was funny. I think they need new waiters. The stupid guy got pissed off at us because &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; was serving us food that we &lt;strong&gt;didn't&lt;/strong&gt; order. "The counter said you ordered this. I'm just serving." (Slams food onto table and walks away.) PMS, much? So we had an extra plate of free food. And we finished it. Hahah. After dinner Gloria joined us and we ran around the streets singing and cam-whoring. "Starlight 6" w0rxzxz. Hoho. That night was a Saturday two weeks ago. Gee, Rebecca's right, I haven't blogged for quite some time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Had lunch at Relish with Rachael, Gill, Nut, Marie, Gwen, Gloria and Zara last Friday afternoon. Good food. Nut and I had the Ram-Lee burger which was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; not your average Ramly. Gourmet, bitch. That was followed by the lava chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream. That, my friends, was a sin on a plate. Yum. I should have a food blog like Fonzi. Hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SKFCWj0oZgI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Va14BqcnoaI/s1600-h/1_821742047l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SKFCWuSxfxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/BEero5ocIQE/s1600-h/DSC02679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233537200132554514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SKFCWuSxfxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/BEero5ocIQE/s400/DSC02679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Van, Me and Tab! (Grabbed from Van's blog. Hahah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Friday night was spent with Tabitha and Van in church watching Postcards from Paul. I thought it was quite awesome. I laughed my ass off. Walk on water productions did a good job. If Postcards from Paul go to &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; church, go watch it. Seriously. The tickets are not priced. You can just give a love offering. And friends, when they come to your church, tell me. I don't mind watching it again. So yeah, watch Postcards from Paul. Free publicity here. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was also the opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympics. Sam and I sat in front of the bloody tv just waiting for Fed- the official flag bearer for Switzerland, mind you- to walk on. When he &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; came on, some gigantic moron from the country walking in front was blocking him. Sam and I were like, "Aargh! Move!" Darling Fed. (: I should've put a picture of him holding the flag. I still love Fed even though Rafa's taking over as world number 1. Bleaah. I don't care how long you've waited, I still don't believe he deserves it just as I didn't and still don't believe he deserved Wimbledon. Call me a sore loser if you want, but for me, the awesome graceful Fed triumphs Rafa and his bulging biceps anyday. As Sam said, "form is temporary but class is forever." Federer forever, babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that made me happy today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;- No LD. Whoooo home early!&lt;br /&gt;- Two chocolate muffins!&lt;br /&gt;- Laughing at Marie wearing someone else's bra. (I'm still laughing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-1707735364962756836?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/1707735364962756836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=1707735364962756836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1707735364962756836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1707735364962756836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-awesome-photos-from-awesome-night.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SKFCWaVbBwI/AAAAAAAAATw/VNAO81OpkG4/s72-c/1_355254697l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-2737616893625130393</id><published>2008-08-01T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:03:35.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Undiscovered.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Haven't really blogged in a while. I wanted to keep Joker at the top for as long as possible, and whenever I could write, there was nothing to write about, and when there was something to write about, it wasn't the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been pretty interesting, to say the least. We seem to always get ourselves into "staring incidents" when we're not even staring. Not really, anyway. Some people are so insecure. Sheesh. I've been thinking more about myself too. If I'm doing a good job as a friend and such. But I'm not really the kind to express all feelings on a blog post, so I won't elaborate. I'm such a lousy blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass with Mervelle today was pretty entertaining. She is a &lt;strong&gt;klutz&lt;/strong&gt;. Rather accident prone, that poor girl. First, she got a nose bleed, then she fell down the stairs. Omg, I'm so sorry Mervelle,but that was just funny. Reminds me of the time in the AVA room. Hoho. OH and we saw a rat outside church! At the drain. Mervelle was peering into the drain and I asked her what she was doing. And she said, "I think I see a mouse..or a rat or whatever." And I say, "Really? Where?"&lt;br /&gt;She points out a spot and we watch something moving but we can't really see it. Then a &lt;em&gt;rat&lt;/em&gt; crawls out! We screamed and ran for our lives. Hahah. Tabitha was walking to the bus stop but I received a message from her, "Why did you scream?" She thought we almost got hit by a car or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually really looking forward to class tomorrow. (: Sexuality! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my friend, for helping me realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reminds me that there's time to change. Reminds me that there's room to grow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-2737616893625130393?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/2737616893625130393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=2737616893625130393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2737616893625130393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2737616893625130393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/08/undiscovered.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-5655999035542290389</id><published>2008-07-18T22:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:28:54.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Let's put a smile on that face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hate effing Friendster. They say my photo album is non-existent. Where did it go? Bloody hell. So now all my photos are gone. Friendster is such a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gloria, Gill, Eugenia, Nut and I watched The Dark Knight today. I've been looking forward to this all week. And it was awesome. Well, Heath Ledger was awesome as the Joker. More awesome than Batman himself. It's too bad Heath's dead. He would so get an Oscar for this role. Totally into character. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SICySgnhpUI/AAAAAAAAATo/rZjnw4JNEY4/s1600-h/joker.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224371598812882242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SICySgnhpUI/AAAAAAAAATo/rZjnw4JNEY4/s400/joker.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Why so serious?"&lt;/em&gt; -The Joker&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Personally, I think Ledger stole the show. Batman was so &lt;em&gt;blah&lt;/em&gt;. And he talks funny. Batmobile's cool and all, but he didn't grab me as much as Joker did. I love his demented laughter. Eugenia and I almost pissed ourselves talking and laughing about the movie after. Especially when quoting Joker. "Do you wanna know how I got these scars?" "Why... so... serious? Let's put a smile on that face." Twisted. (: Anyway, I think everyone should go catch it. Good show. Although it's quite long. 253 minutes, apparently. But watch it; Heath Ledger is truly remarkable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's almost 12am. So, in advance-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy birthday, sis. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-5655999035542290389?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/5655999035542290389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=5655999035542290389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/5655999035542290389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/5655999035542290389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-put-smile-on-that-face.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SICySgnhpUI/AAAAAAAAATo/rZjnw4JNEY4/s72-c/joker.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-8073651296049254122</id><published>2008-07-14T17:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:44:14.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;To Infinity and Beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;This was supposed to be a long account of the happenings over the past week or so, but due to my incessant laziness, it probably won't be. I shall try my best to remember everything starting from mass on Tuesday. Rebecca, Mervelle and I bought bubble tea before mass. Bubble milk tea from Koi &lt;strong&gt;owns&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahah. Joachim and I talked a bit and he reminded me about the 5 bucks I owe him. Damn. I wanted to pay him but he insisted I pay him when he comes out- of army that is. So that I'll feel I "owe him something". But I don't. Hahah. it's just 5 bucks. &lt;em&gt;My&lt;/em&gt; 5 bucks. Bloody Rafa... It's okay, Fed's still &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;number 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I'll miss having Joachim around, not to mention in class. Teacher's been great to have around. Sheesh, everyone's been acting like he's dying or something and now me too. Hahah. But I'm sure Aaron and Jessica will try to make it fun. Things are going to be pretty different, but I'm sure it'll be okay. As dear Jason Castro says, "In the end it will all be okay. If it's not okay, then it's not the end!" I love Castro. He seems so cool about everything. No worries, man. Hakuna matata. I'd like to be like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Wow, just 10 lines and I'm already too lazy to type. Gee, Annabel, you call yourself a blogger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fine&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Drama Night on Friday was alright. I wouldn't say it was fantastic, nor would I say it was "too short and boring", like a certain someone who didn't even attend the event. However, because of Drama Night Sam couldn't treat Addison and I. Oh wells. Some other time, eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Saturday was supposed to be the first class with just Aaron and Jessica, but Aaron didn't come so Jerome filled in. We started the new topic for the term- sexuality. I had to attend class alone because stupid man tou and Jasmine didn't go. Van wanted to sleep. Jasmine's not going again this week because of her brother's wedding, so if Van decides she's too lazy again, I'll stab that little man tou. Stab and then feed her to the birds. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh there's lunch with Ms Bev on Saturday. I can't wait. There's some catching up to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-8073651296049254122?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/8073651296049254122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=8073651296049254122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8073651296049254122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8073651296049254122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/07/cheer-up.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-1530165803217385151</id><published>2008-07-05T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:28:54.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just hope that these things will never change for us at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'Twas Teacher's last day today. Jerome and I jointly organised a farewell thing for him. For the past few days I've been anticipating today and thinking about all the things that could go wrong, seeing as it was supposed to be a surprise. And surprises tend to not become a surprise. I knew I was worrying too much but I can't help it. Well it pretty much turned out as planned. Although Joachim himself was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surprise part went quite well. He looked quite surprised. Hahah. We also made him a card thing with class photos and got everyone to write a message in it. I wanted to do one just from me but Jerome wanted to make it a class thing. Actually by 'we' I don't mean the whole class, but me, Mervelle and Jerome. Thanks Mervelle! For contributing your artistic talents even though you're not in my class.( At least you got free bubble tea out of it.) And Jerome, for sticking on the double sided tape. Hahah. Good job guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll really miss having Teacher around. Jess and Aaron will be teaching us from now on. Not that I dislike Aaron, but I know it's going to be different and probably not as great as last time. And Jess is new too. But I guess I should have a little more faith, and keep an open mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SG-Dh7VPv7I/AAAAAAAAATY/8hPXOlKOADU/s1600-h/CIMG5156.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219535112031420338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SG-Dh7VPv7I/AAAAAAAAATY/8hPXOlKOADU/s320/CIMG5156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Con 2B: Joachim's last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch today I think Jasmine, Vanessa and I were being quite anti-social. Jasmine and I were being anti-social too during the class outing. But I felt a bit left out today. I think we all felt it. Ah wells. Tabitha told me Lester's leaving to teach the Sunday class. She's pretty upset about it. That makes it two great teachers gone. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro. Mike's talk today was really entertaining, although I pretty much already knew what he was talking about. He's hilarious. Rachael and I laughed our asses off.&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;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SG9_qG7_xsI/AAAAAAAAATI/5imanlqSj88/s1600-h/CIMG4835.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219530854539183810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SG9_qG7_xsI/AAAAAAAAATI/5imanlqSj88/s320/CIMG4835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I love Jasmine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SG9_qmZ-XDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/F7lQVTgHJ8Y/s1600-h/CIMG5159.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219530862986419250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SG9_qmZ-XDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/F7lQVTgHJ8Y/s320/CIMG5159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I love Van the man tou.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need a photo with Van and Jasmine &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;. I shall bring my camera next week. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've got my 5 bucks on Fed for tomorrow. Thrash Nadal!! Please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-1530165803217385151?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/1530165803217385151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=1530165803217385151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1530165803217385151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1530165803217385151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-hope-that-these-things-will.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SG-Dh7VPv7I/AAAAAAAAATY/8hPXOlKOADU/s72-c/CIMG5156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-7406827909609726299</id><published>2008-06-25T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:29:28.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Lost control, hit a wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;But we're alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The past few days have been really long, what with getting grounded and my phone confiscated. Phone's back now though, so it's all good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Spain's through! Italy and Spain were tied 0-0 up to extra time and had to go to penalty shoot-outs which we won 4-2! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cesc&lt;/span&gt; scored the decisive goal! He's never taken a penalty! Astounding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Germany will play the Turks tonight, and we'll be facing Russia tomorrow. Russia are the underdogs right now. Boy, they thrashed Holland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;School's started. Three days and so far, so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wanted to write about Have A Nice Day while it was still fresh in my mind but I haven't had much time on the computer, and unfortunately, my memory does not serve me well. However, I have to say it was pretty fun and I really enjoyed Bro. Mike's talk. I liked the part where he was talking about the first girl he liked, and how he would take the same bus to see her everyday after school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hoho&lt;/span&gt;. The "starched blue pinafore". Tabitha, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mervelle&lt;/span&gt; and I laughed like crazy. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A bell is no bell 'til you ring it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; A song is no song 'til you sing it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And [the] love in your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t put there to stay - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'Til you give it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;        ~ Oscar Hammerstein II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-7406827909609726299?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/7406827909609726299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=7406827909609726299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7406827909609726299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7406827909609726299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/06/lost-control-hit-wall.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-8899524726234889043</id><published>2008-06-20T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:28:54.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Better In Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SFtQexzhThI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KkD8cDw3ELw/s1600-h/81568467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213849483307208210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SFtQexzhThI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KkD8cDw3ELw/s320/81568467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been a week since my last post. Camp was fun, better than I expected. Addison is funny! That &lt;strong&gt;poseur/loser&lt;/strong&gt;. Met some really cool people too. I left the first night for the family bbq and I got to watch the Sweden-Spain match, which we won 2-1! Torres scored, then Villa scored in the 2nd minute of 3 minutes of extra time. My dad and I were almost hyperventilating at the 1-1 scoreline. Spain played much better and had so many chances but we were so unlucky! Thank goodness we managed to pull through with Villa's goal. (: My dad high-fived me. It was weird. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now I'm going to boast a little and say that I owned Jerome's ass at some vocab game at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.freerice.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; With every word you get right, 20 grains of rice are donated through the UN World Food Program to help end hunger! Go play! You know you want to. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When he was at level 23, I was at 31. I am &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt;. Or he's just lousy. Same difference. I think I drove him a bit crazy. He kept going, "IMPOSSIBLE IMPOSSIBLE." Hoho. My friends, Impossible is nothing. I like Adidas.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Reminds me that there's time to change.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that there's room to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-8899524726234889043?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/8899524726234889043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=8899524726234889043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8899524726234889043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8899524726234889043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/06/better-in-time.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SFtQexzhThI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KkD8cDw3ELw/s72-c/81568467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-2892364240614844578</id><published>2008-06-13T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:52:30.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We all look like we feel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;We all look like we feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to look for a new blogskin, but I haven't actually gotten round to it. Although Cesc never gets old. Speaking of the gorgeous one, he scored the last goal for Spain on Tuesday night. The match ended 4-1. I'm so proud of him! David Villa had a hat trick. Oh and as much as I dislike Cristiano, he scored for Portugal against Czech Republic and they won 3-1. And since my dad bet on Portugal, I got $50. I'd like to thank Deco, Quaresma, and the cocky fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the Spain-Sweden match tomorrow night. CESC! Stupid Aragones better start him, albeit the fresh legs to help us. I think I'm supporting Spain. But then again I love my Henry so a bit of France as well. Leaning more towards Spain though. Holland's pretty strong too. I love my Robin. And Germany, but after losing to Croatia yesterday, WAKE UP BALLACK! Croatia's defence was super. I hope Spain wins, although they never win. We always have world class players, but we just don't win.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Aragones, if you want to win this year, &lt;strong&gt;start Cesc&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp's tomorrow as well. I'm not sure if I'm excited for it. I haven't packed yet, and I don't know what to wear. Damn. But it'll be good seeing Rachael again. Indeed it's been long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Happy belated 13th, Chuan Shen!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I always forget you're a year younger. Good party. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hols are ending. Gee. I'll miss slacking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-2892364240614844578?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/2892364240614844578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=2892364240614844578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2892364240614844578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2892364240614844578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-all-look-like-we-feel.html' title='We all look like we feel.'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-1188686484423774826</id><published>2008-06-08T01:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:28:55.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here Comes The Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Class outing was kinda fun I guess. A bit better than I expected. I think we'll be less hostile or like strangers to each other after this. At least for some of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I enjoyed myself, despite the getting dragged into the sea twice by a few morons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We started this sand fight all because Joachim threw sand at me while we were sitting down. Then later I sneaked up behind him and put damp sand down his pants. (: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;. What I would give to relive that moment again. To see his reaction. &lt;em&gt;"I'm going to kill you!"&lt;/em&gt; Almost as priceless as Marie falling down that stairs last year. Nah, I'm not a sadist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I almost wore my army shirt for the outing. Luckily I changed out of it at the last minute, because Jerome wore the tank! Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There was this malay guy working at the Luge who stopped my car when we just started off. He smiled at me really wide and for really long while I tried to like move, but I couldn't. Then he looked at my shirt and said, "Is that ice cream?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Uh yeah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( All this while I'm trying to smile and not look freaked out while Joachim is in front looking back at us and giving me that "what's happening" face.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Oh. Do you remember me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I was sitting next to you just now. On the Sentosa Express."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Really?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Yeah! I recognise you. I recognise your orange FBTs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Oh. Hahah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then after some other weird stuff, he &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; let me go. I think he's the same guy that "giggled" at my Little Miss Giggles shirt last year during my and Eugenia's joint birthday party at Sentosa. Thank goodness I don't wear that anymore. Hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Euro 08 has started.&lt;/strong&gt; Czech Republic's 1-0 up against Switzerland right now. Petr Cech's hot stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SErE8eGqr-I/AAAAAAAAASI/j_2kstOZR9k/s1600-h/CIMG4820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192462159622114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SErE8eGqr-I/AAAAAAAAASI/j_2kstOZR9k/s320/CIMG4820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SErE9PmpZoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/_kHl23bEdwU/s1600-h/CIMG4843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192475447092866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SErE9PmpZoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/_kHl23bEdwU/s320/CIMG4843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SErE9_xq-nI/AAAAAAAAASY/U91ICAmiO7E/s1600-h/CIMG4893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192488378235506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SErE9_xq-nI/AAAAAAAAASY/U91ICAmiO7E/s320/CIMG4893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SErE-bEIVfI/AAAAAAAAASg/ieScS1ZY0sM/s1600-h/CIMG4894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192495703414258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SErE-bEIVfI/AAAAAAAAASg/ieScS1ZY0sM/s320/CIMG4894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SErE-z2mV-I/AAAAAAAAASo/gIGacIUCHjc/s1600-h/CIMG4896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192502357546978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SErE-z2mV-I/AAAAAAAAASo/gIGacIUCHjc/s320/CIMG4896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pretty darn awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-1188686484423774826?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/1188686484423774826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=1188686484423774826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1188686484423774826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1188686484423774826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-comes-sun-class-outing-was-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/SErE8eGqr-I/AAAAAAAAASI/j_2kstOZR9k/s72-c/CIMG4820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-2565646006298903342</id><published>2008-05-31T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T02:57:13.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Visionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended mass today with Rebecca. I had to bring jeans and shoes for that little... damn, she better be grateful. Talked to Shitface a bit while Rebecca went to change after mass. We talked about grades and I told him about how I feel so un-smart. I think he made me feel a bit better. He thinks I party a lot though. I don't! Not enough to be called a party-goer even. He said, "You're just like me lah." I was appalled. He said he used to play everyday in sec 2, but I said, "I don't play everyday!" Geez. And that stupid boy so insulted me. Moron. Beeeetch. (: Hahah. Let's hope he never sees this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Addison is quite funny. I said to him, "You know my cousin right? Sam Tan?" and he had this really shocked look on his face and he pointed at me said, "OMG you're that damn big family one ah?!" Then he started talking about the "my cousin" thing. I get that quite a bit. Hahah. I suppose the family is pretty big. I remember Joachim said to me, "your family is like everywhere," and I said, "yes, that's not always a good thing." I mean, sure it's cool having Sam and all in school, and Gabriel and all at church. And family gatherings are always fun. But then there's the "bad side", because they're always around and y'know, &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;. So far, so good though. I love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I talk to Daryn I feel like he's just so smart. It's like he gets cleverer by the minute. I am so awed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I think going online counts as a happy thing. (: NO, not just because I'm talking to you, you moron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-2565646006298903342?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/2565646006298903342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=2565646006298903342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2565646006298903342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2565646006298903342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/05/visionary.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-186993341791009165</id><published>2008-05-29T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:04:25.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Built To Last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I'm glad to say I have finally crossed over. At least I think I have. Then again I have this hunch that maybe I've been here for quite some time but yet never actually realised it because I keep looking back, y'know? This side is pretty rocky, but so far so good. It's pretty fun; more personal. Though sometimes I forget again. Hey I'm not the only one. And Gill my friend, I'm not emo. I'm just blogging. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm getting a sore throat. And I realise I don't really like typing. It gets tiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy belated 16th, Julian. Though I haven't seen you in two/three freakin years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-186993341791009165?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/186993341791009165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=186993341791009165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/186993341791009165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/186993341791009165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/05/built-to-last.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-7119357380325410486</id><published>2008-05-26T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T15:28:36.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck In Reverse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Stuck In Reverse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won 3rd place for the Inter-class mass dance competition, and 1st place for rounders. (: I'm so proud of 2/3. We put in a lot of effort in the bloody dance. I paid $9.60 for my bloody cab fare to Gwen's house on one practice day. Bloody cabbie... cheated me of my money. Oh wells, I think the few arguments and shouting (mainly from Gwen. Hurhur) was worth it. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report books are back. Not exactly happy with my results I have to say. I really got to work harder next time. Parents aren't happy either. I guess it could be worse though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend, please stop beating yourself up over this. I don't know if you ever read this, but cheer up. It's not the end of the world. There are greater things yet to come. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm being selfish, but I don't want to make the first move anymore. I have a feeling I will give in sooner or later. But not now. Whenever I do something or make a decision, you always come into my head and I choose based on what you might do or what you would think of me. It's a bad habit and I want to kick it. It seems so weak and pathetic, which is perhaps what you think of me as well. And that makes me despise you. But then again, there's always something that draws me to you. I can never stay mad at you for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, the GSS has started and I bought a lot of things yesterday. Pull and Bear top, two pairs of shoes from River Island, grey skinnies&lt;em&gt;(finally&lt;/em&gt;) from Zara and some other accessories. Haven't shopped till I dropped yet though. I need more cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy belated Sweet Sixteen, Sam! &lt;em&gt;BCFerss forever w0rxzx.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-7119357380325410486?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/7119357380325410486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=7119357380325410486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7119357380325410486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7119357380325410486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/05/stuck-in-reverse.html' title='Stuck In Reverse.'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-7611498973751130015</id><published>2008-05-18T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:58:48.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;All the roads we have to walk along are winding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty tiring day today. Had a lazy morning spent with Eugenia and Nut. We had leftover pizza for breakfast. Headed to Gwen's house for dance practice till about 4, then we jumped in her pool. Her maid wasn't too happy about that. She knows all our names, but she doesn't like us much. Then at about 5 I rushed back home to bathe and change, then took a cab to church.&lt;br /&gt;Dead beat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to write about yesterday's party, but as I expected, it wasn't so much a fantastic one. I remember sometime last week I was telling Nut I had a feeling the party would turn out to be a disaster, and she said I was thinking too much. I have a habit of doing that; thinking a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the party was pretty memorable, what with The Dare game, although I wish some other people could've been there. Thanks to all that came though, and thanks to Clara, Marie, Gill, Chuan Shen, Daryn, Keane, Darius and Ryan for the gifts. Thank you Christian for paying for some of the pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite surprised at Chuan Shen's gift. I really didn't expect it. Even Nut was shocked. Thanks so much for it, dear disciple. (: Glad I could celebrate with you again, Eugenia, and I look forward to more of our parties in the years to come. Oh please continue to think about what you'd like, and I will too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Jerome's last day yesterday. I missed my Sentosa trip to go for class and he was like, "But you go Sentosa like everyday lo." How ungrateful. but I managed to make him feel a little guilty. He admitted it himself. (: Well I missed it &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;partially because quite a number of people couldn't make it, but also&lt;/span&gt; because of class! Joined them for lunch after, seeing as I had so much time to kill before the Geylang party.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron was complaining about how our Fiesta sucked and it was "so hot", there was "no food", when he asked for apple juice they gave him orange juice, and the vending machine wasn't working and he couldn't find the switch for it. (: Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;I guess that was the only real lunch I had with them. Real meaning I ate food. I think I was quiet. I'm not loud actually, but I didn't really talk. Anyway, I'll really miss having Jerome around in class, and laughing at him. Surprisingly. Even though he gives me the skeptical "I know you're up to something" look all the time, even when I don't say anything.  All the best, my friend. The class will miss Shitface. And that'll never get old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;feels the way I do,&lt;br /&gt;about you now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-7611498973751130015?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/7611498973751130015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=7611498973751130015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7611498973751130015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7611498973751130015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-roads-we-have-to-walk-along-are.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-6165949921469156334</id><published>2008-05-17T07:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T07:53:20.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm scared. I think I'm scared to cross the line. Yet I don't want to stay on this side forever.&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty thin line, I can see what's on the other side. Grass looks greener on the other side. And I want that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. Don't lead me on just to let me down. I hope what I'm feeling isn't real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mervelle, for always listening to me. Even if what I rant about is stupid and pointless. Even when I make a big deal out of everything. Just like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, only the "Geylang party" is on now. Due to many unplanned things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to make the most of what we have left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-6165949921469156334?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/6165949921469156334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=6165949921469156334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/6165949921469156334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/6165949921469156334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-2224546957848988638</id><published>2008-05-11T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T02:56:02.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Game on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Alph was talking about his upcoming wedding during dinner earlier on. He seems like he knows what he wants. We were trying to look for a "job" for Sam and I, and he suggested decorating the church. I guess he realised that making a bunch of 14-16 year old girls decorate a church is not gonna happen, so he thought of a more important one- pouring tea. For the tea ceremony that is. It'd be pretty cool. Plus, we get ang baos. Whooo! He got a better idea though, he said we could be the people attending to the guestbook thing on which people sign, on the night itself. That would be quite awesome; we get ang baos too. (: He warned us that there would be a lot of people though. But I think we can handle it. Sam, sis, Amanda and I = Fantastic Four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hm, I had an unexpected lunch with Joachim, Jerome and Aaron today. Dad's car couldn't start after class and I was tired of waiting so I decided to go find somebody to lend me coins to get a drink, since I didn't bring my wallet. Found Van and Joachim but Van didn't have any money either, so Joachim lent me a dollar to buy Ribena. Then he asked me along for lunch with Jerome and Aaron. I have to admit I didn't really want to go, because I'd feel super &lt;em&gt;extra,&lt;/em&gt; and I didn't have cash. Well, so much for excuses because Joachim said it might be the last and only chance I get to be with the three of them, and Ashton joins them sometimes, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;, he would treat me. Yeaahh so nice. But Ashton is extra and I didn't really want to be. I gave in and went anyway though, after some persuasion. However, Aaron and I didn't eat, and I felt slightly uncomfortable, I think due to Aaron being there. He's a nice guy but I don't talk to him much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Overall, lunch was pretty cool. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I don't know what class would be like without Teacher and Jerome though. Really different, I would imagine. As much as I hate to say it, I'll miss them. I'll miss laughing at Jerome so often. Next week will be his last class and I don't want to miss it, but I think I'd have to cancel the Sentosa bit of my party to attend class. And honestly, I don't really mind, on account of we're already heading to Sentosa on Monday &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; Tuesday. But I still have to discuss this with Eugenia. Party's still on though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever non gassy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-2224546957848988638?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/2224546957848988638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=2224546957848988638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2224546957848988638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2224546957848988638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/05/game-on.html' title='Game on.'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-8378497586212298884</id><published>2008-05-07T13:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:18:43.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look After You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Look after you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I think I flunked Math.&lt;br /&gt;Ah wells. At least that's over. Tomorrow comes the last paper- Geog. Which I have not mugged for. Hoho. Hope to watch The Hottie and The Nottie after that. Keana said it sucks but I want to watch it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I was just talking to Joachim and he asked me if I remember when we first started messaging. I can't exactly remember when, but the farthest I remember was last year when I was doing late-night mugging for Science, and teacher messaged me something like, "GOAAAAALLLLLL! We scored! Doubt you're watching, you're probably asleep. ". If I remember correctly, that is. Well according to him it's been a year. Coolio. How time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be quite tough on Aaron when Teacher and Jerome leave. I'd be scared. But it's okay Aaron, you'll probably never read this, but don't worry! I WILL LISTEN IN CLASS. Being the good girl that I am. Hurhur. I have faith in you man. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie is laughing like crazy over the phone and its hurting my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like having sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-8378497586212298884?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/8378497586212298884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=8378497586212298884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8378497586212298884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8378497586212298884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-after-you.html' title='Look After You'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-3969134323719847781</id><published>2008-05-05T12:22:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:43:34.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatch Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ah, as they say- another year older, another year wiser. Let's hope so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Apart from the Science paper which I think I pretty much screwed up, and all the stressing over Lit, my birthday's been pretty good. Breakfast with Gill, Marie, Nut, Rachael and Eugenia was fun. We laughed alot, as usual. (: Love hanging out with you guys. Thanks for the cake and 'crown'! Dinner @ Greenwood was good too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And thanks to all that messaged/commented/called to say happy birthday. Including those in school too. Appreciate it y'all. I &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt; to remember everyone and put the names in order as best as I could. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rachael&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joachim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gill&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adeline&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Claudia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shruthi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mae&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gabriel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;everyone in school-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tabitha*&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;(again),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Gill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;(again),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diandra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mervelle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Rachel Oh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gwen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Gloria&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;(again),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Samira&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;(hahah),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Anne&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eunice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chloe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(again),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Darius&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rebecca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mervelle&lt;/span&gt;***, &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerome W. Xiao Ming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christian Sng Buay, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003333;"&gt;Eunice&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daphne,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clara.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I didn't leave any names out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks one and all for making this 14th "hatch day" an awesome one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Thanks for the candy! (: Eating the Jelly Tots now.&lt;br /&gt;** Sorry about the vulgar reply. Diandra's doing.&lt;br /&gt;*** Thanks a lot for the super sweet blog wish. I felt so touched. Love you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-3969134323719847781?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/3969134323719847781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=3969134323719847781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3969134323719847781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3969134323719847781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/05/ah-as-they-say-another-year-older.html' title='Hatch Day'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-5338552901218078104</id><published>2008-05-04T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:31:22.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to break free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I want to break free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Trying to do a bit of studying for lit now. I'm super super scared for the paper. We have 5 freaking stories and I've barely started memorising quotes. What's another word for screwed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;First person to give me a birthday present was Gabriel. He called me after mass on Friday and our conversation on what I want lasted about 12 minutes (from the interchange till I took off my shoes at home). In the end he bought me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Havainas&lt;/span&gt;. I've been wanting a new pair for months now. I wanted either a red or white pair. He bought me the two coloured one. White top sole, black bottom, black strap. (: Initially he wanted to get it for himself, but he got it for me instead. How sweet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;. Hey but I'm nice too, I bought him the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Topman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ghostbusters&lt;/span&gt; tee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well, he claimed he walked around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Heeren&lt;/span&gt; cracking his brain over what to get me and then he decided to call Sam, and my sis. Sam said he should get an Arsenal jersey and he was like, "You think I print money or what?!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hoho&lt;/span&gt;. But I love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Havainas&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks Gabriel! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We had ice cream at Ben and Jerry's @ Dempsey road earlier. With Nicole, Bryan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hanae&lt;/span&gt; and all after dinner. I ordered the Cookie Cookie Sundae. I think I might get diabetes. B&amp;amp;J OD-d on sugar, man. Oh and they actually got a cake for me with candles they couldn't light because the fan was directly above it. Thanks guys. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt; it's not even my birthday yet and I'm already thanking people. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hoho&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh speaking of B&amp;amp;J's, it was Free Cone Day on Tuesday. Headed to United Square with Diandra, Marie, Gill and Nut. We queued for 40 freaking minutes before I got my free scoop of chocolate therapy. But it was pretty much worth the wait. It didn't really seem like 40 minutes after all the lame jokes. (: Although some lucky shits only had to queue for 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;minutes. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ye. Cheap thrills. I like cheap thrills. Like jaywalking, or more like jay&lt;em&gt;running&lt;/em&gt; in town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hm since it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1am already, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 21st, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cesc&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt; is currently under maintenance and pissing me off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Bleaah&lt;/span&gt;. I was never such a frequent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt; user until about 4 months ago? Just replying all the comments from other bored people passes a lot of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I feel quite "out" of things recently. Even though we may all be in a group, talking and laughing, it hardly feels the same anymore. Maybe it's just me, I don't know. All the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;seperate&lt;/span&gt; inside jokes, and all the secrets. All the talking behind backs. It makes everything so different. Ah, like wise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Daryn says- change is life's only constant. So it seems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-5338552901218078104?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/5338552901218078104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=5338552901218078104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/5338552901218078104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/5338552901218078104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-want-to-break-free.html' title='I want to break free.'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-4453819346942392851</id><published>2008-04-24T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:04:22.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to be a better version of me for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You treat us all like crap, like your slaves, your footstools or something. Out of goodwill we're all kind enough to help you, and what do we get in return? Nothing. In fact, we get treated no better. Running your bloody errands. Why do we do all this for you? You never do anything for us. The right answer would be, "because that's what friends do." But in what way do you treat us like your friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Nut and I were talking and we decided we should not be calculative and we should do this unconditionally. Now I'm not so sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then there's you. Trying to be a better version of me for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give Until There's Nothing Left&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Relient&lt;/span&gt; K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;No one told me the right way, the right way to go about this&lt;br /&gt;So I'll figure it out for myself&lt;br /&gt;Cause how much is too much to give you&lt;br /&gt;Well, I may never know so I'll just give until there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll give give give until there's nothing else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Give my all until it all runs out&lt;br /&gt;Give give and I'll have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;I'll give until there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;I'll give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;No one told me how bad I need you (I need you)&lt;br /&gt;But I somehow arrived at that conclusion all by myself (all by myself)&lt;br /&gt;And I want all you have to offer (to offer)&lt;br /&gt;So I'll offer myself and I'll just give until there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll give give give until there's nothing else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Give my all until it all runs out&lt;br /&gt;Give give and I'll have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;I'll give until there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll give give give until there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Give my all until it all runs out&lt;br /&gt;Give give and I'll have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;I'll give until there's nothing left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sometimes it seems like all I ever do&lt;br /&gt;Is ask for things until I ask too much of you&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the way (that's not the way)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live (I wanna live)&lt;br /&gt;I need to change (I need to change)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;something's&lt;/span&gt; gotta give&lt;br /&gt;Yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;something's&lt;/span&gt; gotta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Give give give until there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Give my all until it all runs out&lt;br /&gt;Give give and I'll have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;I'll give until there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;I'll give give give until there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Give my all until it all runs out&lt;br /&gt;Give give, give until there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;I'll give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Screwed up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; paper. :/ Everyone seemed to be pretty satisfied with their essays except for me. Sigh. I was complaining about how badly I screwed it up and Rachael laughed at me, "Bel! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;. Aye she's always like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!" Aye, am I? Oh wells, it's over anyway. No point whining about it. Even though I want to so bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To everyone reading this, come and buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IJ&lt;/span&gt; Fiesta tickets from me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IJ&lt;/span&gt; Fiesta's on May 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 10am to 5pm. (: 10 bucks per ticket sheet. Be generous! It's for a good cause- raising funds for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;IJ&lt;/span&gt; homes as wells as our Indoor Sports Hall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kaka's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; two days ago. April 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently his son's due around the end of May. Seems like just yesterday he scored the first and only goal for Brazil against Croatia during the World Cup '06. And ahem, speaking of birthdays, my birthday's week after next. And guess what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to be doing on that special day? Sitting for the effing science paper and studying for lit. How exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life in slow motion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-4453819346942392851?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/4453819346942392851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=4453819346942392851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/4453819346942392851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/4453819346942392851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/04/trying-to-be-better-version-of-me-for.html' title='Trying to be a better version of me for you.'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-3294425536242946146</id><published>2008-04-20T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:21:13.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday was pretty eventful, I have to say. First of all, d&amp;amp;t! Of all things. Imis (our trainer) or whatever his name is, is a really nice guy. He's super funny. He says everything with a straight face and that just cracks me up. Hahah! Anyway, over the past few weeks we've been doing this project on interior design, and we have to make this cardboard model of "your dream space". Our theme was 'retro', which is perhaps the most fun one out of them all seeing as the rest were kinda bleaah-ish- Gwen and Nut's group did 'minimalist' and Gill's group did 'contemporary'. So we presented our finished project on Friday, and were judged and graded by Imis. He said all three groups were great and it was hard to choose a winner and all, but guess what? We actually won- two free GV movie passes! I never would've thought it possible. I thought we were going to score the lowest marks or something. Looks like we're better than I thought we were. Honestly, I was quite to put it bluntly, bummed to work with my group members, because I always thought they were somewhat anti-social, un-enthusiastic, pessimistic, and just no fun. but I've come to realise that they're actually pretty nice people. Although one or two of them manage to get on my nerves sometimes, they can be really nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna write about the somewhat exciting incident that happened after school on Friday, but it's probably not appropriate since people from school actually read this blog thing. Aye. But you can ask me about it! (: I would be glad to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to town with Sam after school to buy Gabriel's present. We are the best cousins ever- we bought him a Topman shirt and &lt;strong&gt;roses&lt;/strong&gt;. How awesome. The party that night was pretty good. Some people left early though, so it was kinda placid after that. But I sat outside with Gabriel, Alph, and some of the older people, and just listened to them talk. Talked to Gabriel a bit. OH AND HE WORE THE SAME ARMY TEE AS ME. Well, he wore the sleeveless, I wore the shirt, but still, what a coincidence. And we started the "no, you copied me!" thing again. Army shirt, star studs, Havaianas, I was first! But of course, he insists otherwise. Whatever, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alph was talking to me a bit too. And he wore HSBC shorts! I was quite amused and I laughed at him and he went, "I used to play badminton for them&lt;em&gt; lahh&lt;/em&gt;." Hoho! I was just playing with my phone idly while they were talking and drinking, then he came to sit next to me and asked me, "You're sec what this year?" I made the peace sign and he said, "Ohh. Sec 2 ah? Hmmm....(pauses for awhile) in sec 2 I didn't like girls yet." (rolls eyes and makes funny face) I laugh and he tells me that in sec 3, however, he "somehow" managed to get his first girlfriend, and then he continued talking about how it finally became Nat. (: I laughed quite a bit when he told me how the "nun" he liked really became a nun. HAHAH. Alph is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, cat class today. Class turned out to be one of the best ones so far, if not the best. I laughed so hard! Almost as much as the roti prata day. The three of them shared their life stories with us. It was highly entertaining. The funniest part was when Jerome talked about how he got his "first love". I shall not be mean and put it up publicly, but you can ask me about that too. I laughed like crazy at that! I think I laughed for almost 2 minutes. Hahah. At one point Aaron was talking about how he didn't take a maths and instead took "d&amp;amp;t, which is a waste of time". I was like, "&lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;", and they hurhur-ed. -.- The only thing I like about it is when we won the tickets. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andd, Jerome said that his school was "unisex'. AHAHAHAH. It's called co-ed! Or as Joachim said, " a mixed school". And he claims english is his best subject. Hoho! Woah it's been a funny day. I love funny days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing for the moment, sing for the year,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sing for the laughter, sing for the tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-3294425536242946146?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/3294425536242946146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=3294425536242946146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3294425536242946146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3294425536242946146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/04/friday-was-pretty-eventful-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-1753399096556347630</id><published>2008-04-12T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T01:06:27.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;If you were the love, I'd be the desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;If you were a castle, I'd be your moat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love Gill, Marie and Nut &lt;strong&gt;truckloads&lt;/strong&gt;.  (:  We did our ep project today and I laughed &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;much in the process of it. Annette's funny. We had a late lunch at some random prata shop near Marie's house. It took me like 45 minutes to finish my food because I was laughing 3/4 of the time. Laughed till I got a stomach ache.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love laughing. I wanna die laughing. Although that sounds pretty freaky. I'll be laughing laughing laughing then suddenly I drop dead. :/ Touch wood/Marie's head! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Attended mass on Tuesday and some people were so surprised. Like they think I'm an unholy piece of crap or something. Aye. I'm not! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rebecca kept giggling during mass and I was like, "what is wrong with you?!" Geez. She's weird, that one. (: I attended again on Thursday and &lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt; annoyed the beep out of me. Like please stop being so extra. Sheesh, know your role (and &lt;strong&gt;shut your mouth&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Michael Johns is out. OUT of American Idol. ): Whyy? He was so awesome. The Aerosmith song was good. I really really really hope my David wins now. Sorry Arielene, not David Cook, the obnoxious one. &lt;strong&gt;David Archuleta! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sam and I have agreed that Becks should not talk. He should just stand around and look pretty because once he opens his mouth, that weird high 'Micky mouse" voice comes out and he is totally not gorgeous anymore. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And when I feel that love is dead, I'm loving angels instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-1753399096556347630?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/1753399096556347630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=1753399096556347630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1753399096556347630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1753399096556347630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-were-wood-id-be-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-2908210365660340666</id><published>2008-04-07T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:10:58.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Now let me show you the shape of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy. And you make me laugh. (:&lt;br /&gt;I like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's too bad we're worlds apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-2908210365660340666?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/2908210365660340666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=2908210365660340666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2908210365660340666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2908210365660340666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/04/patience-and-grace.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-8757989026770045722</id><published>2008-04-06T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:28:55.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You say it best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;when you say nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to run 2.4km today, but I felt too sick. I was coughing and coughing and coughing. My throat &lt;strong&gt;burned&lt;/strong&gt;. I need a new throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria and Nut had their birthday lunch thing at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NYDC&lt;/span&gt; today. I always assumed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NYDC&lt;/span&gt; stood for New York Dog Cafe cause like they have that white dog as a mascot. It's on the menu and all, but today, just to make sure, we asked the waiter what it stood for. "New York Dessert Cafe." Whoops. So yeah, to all the people I told what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NYDC&lt;/span&gt; stands for, you know better now. Especially Eugenia. Sorry, mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed for cat class after the&lt;em&gt; free&lt;/em&gt; heavy brunch. (: I was early and I didn't know if I should wait for Ms Jasmine Lee(who is very lucky to have me as a friend because every freaking week I wait for her lazy ass before class) because she wasn't answering my calls! And I knew she couldn't call me back because she doesn't know I'm using Eugenia's phone. Ah and for the clueless, my phone got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;confiscated&lt;/span&gt;. ): Boo. Anyway, I decided to be a loyal trusting friend and waited for Jasmine from 1.35 to 1.55. &lt;strong&gt;20 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;! Sigh, the things I do for my friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hoho&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;We watched a movie about racism in Africa in class. Who knew black people hated other black people because they're a different shade? It was quite interesting. Kinda scary too. Sudden loud sounds. :/ But quite an eye opener as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ohemgee&lt;/span&gt; I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;somebody's&lt;/span&gt; green checkered boxers today! Why do you guys like to expose your undies to the world? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;. But they're nice. Not something I would wear, but nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came home from the family dinner at some hotel like an hour ago. It was fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ahahah&lt;/span&gt;, Gabriel is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: "The wafer is melting!&lt;br /&gt;A: "It's a WAFFLE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, and it's the ice cream that's melting. Not the &lt;em&gt;waffle&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;G: "It's a wafer!"&lt;br /&gt;A: "Waffle!"&lt;br /&gt;G: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;. (Tries to be all logical and tries to sound smart.) How do you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pronouce&lt;/span&gt; p-u-f-f ?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "Uh, puff."&lt;br /&gt;G: "....(in a 'you're so stupid' tone.) Then how do you spell poof?!"&lt;br /&gt;A: "P-O-O-F!"&lt;br /&gt;G: "P-u-f-f &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;A: "So it's Power&lt;strong&gt;poof&lt;/strong&gt; girls ah? Curry &lt;strong&gt;poof&lt;/strong&gt; ah?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Aiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Japanese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pronunciation&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;A: "You think you're Japanese?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Yeah duh. Saw-say-gee poof!"&lt;br /&gt;A: "What's that?!!"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Sausage puff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Japanese way."&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ohemgeee&lt;/span&gt;, that was super retarded. Very entertaining. (: Gabriel thinks I'm "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" a.k.a crazy because I was sitting next to him and I could smell his strong cologne, and I said, "You're using cologne. Ralph Lauren right?" And he gave me a long weird look. "I swear, you're freaky!"&lt;br /&gt;I laugh and after a while I say, "It's the Polo Sport one right?" He gives me an even weirder look. "&lt;em&gt;Ki&lt;/em&gt; ah you!"&lt;br /&gt;"What's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?" I ask. "Crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;He just can't face the fact that I'm always right. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;! He has carpet grass hair. But don't worry Gabriel, since you gave me your awesome star River Island ear studs I think you're very very nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some pictures with Sam, Amanda, Elaine, sis, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Denz&lt;/span&gt;, etc etc after dinner. The pool there is really cool. It's like totally transparent. Glass walls! It's like when you go to one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;dolphon&lt;/span&gt; shows at Sea World or whatever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Prettaye&lt;/span&gt; awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R_eroNFxOpI/AAAAAAAAASA/xRghB8jOL5U/s1600-h/CIMG4662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185802203137391250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R_eroNFxOpI/AAAAAAAAASA/xRghB8jOL5U/s320/CIMG4662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edward, you were very anti-social today. Stop playing with your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; and gossip with us! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Alph's&lt;/span&gt; playing with the Rubik's cube at Edward's table and I go over. "Edward! You know ___ stole ___'s boyfriend!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He says, "Yeah I know. ___ right?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;. You know? WOW. You're like a gossip girl! Come to my table later and we can gossip, okay?!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Alph&lt;/span&gt; stops fiddling with the cube and says to Nat slowly, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Areee&lt;/span&gt; you hearing what I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;hearinggg&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt; that was quite hilarious. Funny people make me happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Happy birthday Gloria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A few hours late though. Okay just pretend it's still April 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. (: Love you, my NY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;' friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-8757989026770045722?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/8757989026770045722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=8757989026770045722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8757989026770045722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8757989026770045722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-say-it-best-when-you-say-nothing-at.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R_eroNFxOpI/AAAAAAAAASA/xRghB8jOL5U/s72-c/CIMG4662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-2279692791920620097</id><published>2008-03-31T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:28:56.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;If I was a flower growing wild and free, all I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;And if I was a tree growing tall and green, all I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Been feeling sick lately. Body aches like hell, and I have the flu. Running a fever too. ): All because of Gwen's joint party with Ming En on Saturday! It was really fun though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Prettaye&lt;/span&gt; awesome. We played rugby. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;! Jerome thinks I'm fierce now. (: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt;. It was girls vs guys and 90% of the guys were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ruggers&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are the fairies proud and gay, helping others everyday&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;At 12am plus we went to watch Shutter at Great World. It was so super freaky! My weak heart couldn't take it so I ended up only watching lie 1/10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of the movie. I pretty much just stared at my phone screen throughout the whole thing. There was this part where at first it was all quiet then suddenly there was this &lt;strong&gt;super loud shocking sound &lt;/strong&gt;that totally scared the shit outta Nut and I and we ended up banging our heads together. :/ Ouch indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;On the way back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; was like, "I dare you to stop a cab and ask what time it is." So I said, 'I dare &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;." And he said, "I &lt;strong&gt;dare&lt;/strong&gt;." So he flagged a cab and the cab slowed down. He opened the passenger seat door and according to him the conversation went something like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt;: "What time is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cabbie&lt;/span&gt;: "Good night."      ( -.- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; asks again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Cabbie&lt;/span&gt; tells him the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then when the cab drives off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; walks back to us and shouts, "2.10!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;. I think it was 2.10. I can't remember. He's freaking funny. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were back at Gwen's house we played truth or dare. But it was more like dare or dare. So many things happened. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;. I don't think I have the guts to put in up here. Ah wells. And Ryan Wee, know your role and &lt;strong&gt;shut your bloody big mouth. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6am some of us were still awake and feeling pretty restless. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; was like, "I wanna go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Esso&lt;/span&gt; and buy cup noodles." I jumped out of bed and I was like, "Okay! I wanna go too." And so, Ariel, Nut, Chloe, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt;, Ryan and I left with 10 bucks in my pocket. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R_B6P9FxOmI/AAAAAAAAARo/v16XikNNk7A/s1600-h/6+am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183777585618827874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R_B6P9FxOmI/AAAAAAAAARo/v16XikNNk7A/s320/6+am.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                Awesome or awesome?&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ryan, Ariel, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Chuan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt;, Me, Chloe, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Nuttaye&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R_B6QNFxOnI/AAAAAAAAARw/umhkSmUldgE/s1600-h/6am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183777589913795186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R_B6QNFxOnI/AAAAAAAAARw/umhkSmUldgE/s320/6am.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After buying Coke, noodles and strawberry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Pocky&lt;/span&gt;, we sat on the road and took some pictures. (: There were like tons of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt; though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Ecck&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Ahahah&lt;/span&gt;! I didn't drink one drop of alcohol. In your lazy face, Jerome! (: I'm so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-2279692791920620097?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/2279692791920620097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=2279692791920620097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2279692791920620097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2279692791920620097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-i-was-flower-growing-wild-and-free.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R_B6P9FxOmI/AAAAAAAAARo/v16XikNNk7A/s72-c/6+am.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-1323667348445518135</id><published>2008-03-23T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T03:05:34.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gah I miss Mervelle. There are &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; many things I wanna tell you, Mervelle! I can't believe so many things can happen in a week. Oh wait, it's two weeks. 14 days you're gone and I miss you. Yeah this is like a huge ego boost for you or something. &lt;strong&gt;Dang&lt;/strong&gt;, I know I'll regret posting this later. Aye. (: You're coming back on Sunday. Which is tomorrow. Or rather, later today. Can't wait to see you on Monday, mate. I have so much to tell you. To complain, to gossip, to gloat, to especially laugh about. Many things have happened. You missed alot! Sigh. Eek I sound like I'm in love with you or something. HAHAH. I should stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have to tell you though, is my new found interest in people's bathing times. Did you know, that guys take 10mins or less to shower?! I bet you didn't. Some freaky ones only take 5mins, and after those 5 mins, they're bathed, changed, with a cup of Milo and slices of bread. :O Hahah. And you take like 1 hour to bathe, right? Whoosh. I should do a report on this. How exciting. I know you'll say I'm crazy, but it's okay! Hahah. I know you still love me because I'm awesome.&lt;br /&gt;And I smell good. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-1323667348445518135?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/1323667348445518135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=1323667348445518135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1323667348445518135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1323667348445518135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/03/gah-i-miss-mervelle.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-4236603510036100790</id><published>2008-03-22T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T02:22:10.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here is the church and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;here is the steeple, we sure are cute for two ugly people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got our progress reports for CA1 yesterday. Which by the way, is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; counted for our overall. The good stuff would be the A1s for english, math, science and visual arts. (: The bad would be the disgusting B3 for lit. Meh. And the C6 for D&amp;amp;T. Thanks alot, Mrs. whats-your-name. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been quite interesting. I watched Juno, and it is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; awesome. (: Nut gave me yummy dark chocolate that lasted me two days in class. (: Jerome taught me a new line, "Know your role and shut your mouth." and he says it's getting in my head. Not my fault eh. (: I grew 1.5cm since January. ((: Gave Keana some fabulous new nicknames. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Gwen's party last week was good. Threw Gwen into the pool. Cannonballs with Rachael. Watched Eugenia go crazy playing Halo with primary school boys(hahah)- and Christian. She almost made a hole in Gwen's floor! Can't wait for Gwen's birthday party next week. Gee I don't know what to get her though. She wants something to &lt;strong&gt;wear&lt;/strong&gt;. And I &lt;em&gt;also&lt;/em&gt; have to get something for Gloria, Nut and Tabitha. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, mothereffer, Man EWW's 3 points ahead of us now. ): Now stupid Keana banana has something extra to brag about. ): Sigh. After the draw against Boro, I think we threw away the title. Dang! But it's okay. April 13th! Watch out, world. ARSENAL will OWN MAN EW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jason Bourne is armed and extremely dangerous."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-4236603510036100790?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/4236603510036100790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=4236603510036100790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/4236603510036100790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/4236603510036100790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/03/here-is-church-and-here-is-steeple-we.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-9017847764605501748</id><published>2008-03-04T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:00:46.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why does it have to be this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys were so close last time. Inseparable. What happened? Maybe I should mind my own business. Maybe I shouldn't care. But then maybe I don't love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone apologised to me today. Actually, it wasn't really an apology. More like a clarification of things. Believe &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;, not her. Why should I? It's your fault, and it has been from the start. But thanks, I appreciate it. You still don't understand though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball finals. Went to support Diandra, Clarice and Marie. Only Diandra played though. And we won. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not forget&lt;br /&gt;But I will not endeavor&lt;br /&gt;Simple pleasures aren't so special&lt;br /&gt;But I wont regret it never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish things could figure themselves out sometimes. All these emotional rollercoaters; are they testing our limits?&lt;br /&gt;Please, someone, take the initiative. Talk, really talk. Both of you, I know you can work it out. Don't we always? Have faith. Not just in each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 14th Birthday, Rachael. You're the awesomest. Always have been. (: I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you, miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-9017847764605501748?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/9017847764605501748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=9017847764605501748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/9017847764605501748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/9017847764605501748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-does-it-have-to-be-this-way-you.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-6273241927532088098</id><published>2008-02-27T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:28:56.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking forward to the old times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R8UlAZ2xqWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/7zeuCIo7o0c/s1600-h/buddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171580435975743842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R8UlAZ2xqWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/7zeuCIo7o0c/s320/buddies.jpg" 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;Just like I thought; more problems. Sigh. I guess everything's alright now, though. I don't like sounding too emo anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, Nut &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; bought me on FB. :D Hahah. I have loads of money to spend on pets now! Now, if only I could find someone that would make a good investment. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class party was pretty cool. The slip and slide was &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;! I'm trying to get the video done. Chillax, my friends. I was quite surprised that so many people brought food for the party, although that resulted in several cases of over-eating, and there was so much food left over. However, only a little more than half the class showed up. :( What happened to class spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw crud, there's the bloody hike tomorrow. :/ According to what I've heard (from fairly reliable sources), the hike is more than 3 hours long, it's bloody hot, and monkeys will attack you. In other words, it's sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My face when I saw your umbrella? I didn't even see you &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; your bloody umbrella. Your face when you saw the letter? Now that was priceless. &lt;/p&gt;Vanessa and I are laughing like hell these days all because of some stupid ugly despo freak of nature. AHAHAH. ;D Aye, Van, Van. You and your lame Wanton Mee jokes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Seems like these days it's always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;who needs peace when you've got guns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-6273241927532088098?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/6273241927532088098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=6273241927532088098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/6273241927532088098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/6273241927532088098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/02/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R8UlAZ2xqWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/7zeuCIo7o0c/s72-c/buddies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-4328935341255695777</id><published>2008-02-24T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T01:58:54.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you a thousand times over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you a thousand times over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid people saying stupid things, it infuriates me. But really, what can I do about it?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have no gang. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I think you should go get a life. Or go figure out the damned Rubik's cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my new worst day ever.&lt;br /&gt;Flag day was super tiring. I had to wake up at 6.45am. GAH. Dead beat. Then I had cat class which was, meh, not very good. We had a debate. No ideas if we won. It was kinda dumb, because we were arguing over the same point for who knows &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Arsenal drew Birmingham. :/ My dear Theo scored twice and saved our asses! Otherwise the unspeakable might have happened. :O   This is quite upsetting. Not excluding the fact that Eduardo is seriously injured now. According to Sam the skin and stuff is no longer attached to the bone of his foot. Scary! She wanted to show me a picture but I don't think I'm ready to see it yet. I'm not very good with gore. EEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, class party tomorrow. Something to look forward to. Hope it's worth all the effort we put in. The four of us blew nearly &lt;strong&gt;200 balloons. &lt;/strong&gt;We could have gotten mumps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;F**k this hurts, I won't lie. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't matter how hard I try.&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;And there's always the problem solving. Especially with friends and their friendships, relationships. Again and again, again and again and again. Always the same. Never ending, isn't it? There are also some other people, partial idiots, who I am annoyed by today.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh I saw somebody's &lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt; underwear today! I thought I was blinded for life! To tell or not to tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Half the words don't mean a thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; And I know that I won't be satisfied.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; So why, try ignoring him?&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;Aye, I guess if the situation calls for me, then it calls. Can't be helped. Come what may. I can't turn down my friends. Just like they can't turn ME down. Hahah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you a thousand times over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-4328935341255695777?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/4328935341255695777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=4328935341255695777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/4328935341255695777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/4328935341255695777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-you-thousand-times-over.html' title='For you a thousand times over.'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-678256887675092825</id><published>2008-02-10T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:28:57.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, I love Chinese New Year. Get to see all my relatives. Especially Edward! Hello Edward! I love the reunion dinner and everything! Ooh and the gambling. But this year I lost quite a bit of cash. Ah wells, there's always next year. &lt;br /&gt;First day was bloody hot! And I was wearing the bloody cheongsam. I almost fainted. So close to getting heat stroke.&lt;br /&gt;On the first day we stayed in Edward's house from in the evening till 4.30am!&lt;br /&gt;Edward's house was fun! And his house is huge! Gill came to visit me. Hahah. She lives on Kasai Rd, which is pretty near, I suppose. :) &lt;br /&gt;Gambled with cousins, lost money. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;At 3am, Paul went out to buy prata. Almost 25 pieces demolished in 5 minutes! Scary. I ate 1 and then was forced to share another with Matt. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, we took pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R67RGZ2xqSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/BanXaNAJquY/s1600-h/CIMG4334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165295730590591266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R67RGZ2xqSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/BanXaNAJquY/s320/CIMG4334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Sam, me, and sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R67RHZ2xqTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/38Mu6Mqqp8w/s1600-h/CIMG4343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165295747770460466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R67RHZ2xqTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/38Mu6Mqqp8w/s320/CIMG4343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Eh eh, underage gambling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R67RH52xqUI/AAAAAAAAARA/VK1ORmKDSmU/s1600-h/CIMG4362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165295756360395074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R67RH52xqUI/AAAAAAAAARA/VK1ORmKDSmU/s320/CIMG4362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       Freak in the middle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R67RIp2xqVI/AAAAAAAAARI/PZhOX2lz2P0/s1600-h/CIMG4337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165295769245296978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R67RIp2xqVI/AAAAAAAAARI/PZhOX2lz2P0/s320/CIMG4337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  Super Seven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love spending time my my family. :) BCFerrs, Dward, GAYbriel, Fonzerella, Siew Mai, everyone! I wish CNY lasted 365 days. AH but then everyone would go broke. Hahah!&lt;/p&gt;Happy Cheena New Year everyone! Gong xi fa cai, Gong hei fat choy, Xin jia ju yi, Xin jai lu yi! Ang bao many many! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-678256887675092825?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/678256887675092825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=678256887675092825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/678256887675092825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/678256887675092825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/02/ah-i-love-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R67RGZ2xqSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/BanXaNAJquY/s72-c/CIMG4334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-5686470144076491553</id><published>2008-01-31T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:51:04.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awayawayawayawayaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I just want to go, "F**k off!".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New day, new shit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another day, another piece of crap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST STOP IT WILL YA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr J___ was quite funny today. I don't wanna type his name cause some teachers with no life like to Google their names and then students get scolded for bitching about them. But this isn't anything bad, so don't worry. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr J was asking us some question in class, and I didn't catch it so I said to Mervelle who was nsitting next to me, "What's the question?" perhaps a little too loud. Mr J heard it and said, "&lt;em&gt;What's the question&lt;/em&gt;?" and repeated it. Mervelle and I exchanged looks. Whoops.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then, he asked us for our names. He called Mervelle "Merville." Hahah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr J: "And what's your partner's name?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "Annabel."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr J: "Mervelle and Annabel...it rhymes!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M and I : "....."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr J: "Come up to the front please."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I wonder if I ought to be excited or scared.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr J to the class: "Do you know what Belle means?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody says 'pretty' or summat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr J: "Bel means beautiful."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D Cooluio. I already knew that, but it's cool that he knows. I think it's of French origin. I like French. It's sexy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heheh.  So anyways, Mr J gets Mervelle and I to move further and closer away from each other. He's being lame the whole time. When we both move towards each other real fast at the same time he goes, "WHOA." Hahah. We get so close our noses almost touched.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm looking forward to lunch with Duckling soon. :) :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In time or so I'm told&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just another soul for sale... oh, well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The page is out of print&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are not permanent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're temporary, temporary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-5686470144076491553?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/5686470144076491553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=5686470144076491553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/5686470144076491553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/5686470144076491553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/01/awayawayawayawayaway.html' title='awayawayawayawayaway'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-7514686713969586931</id><published>2008-01-30T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:28:57.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfair :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R6Bocj4MeWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZUMmLJIu-Po/s1600-h/DSC03978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161240012843153762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R6Bocj4MeWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZUMmLJIu-Po/s320/DSC03978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me mateys and me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This would be the first group picture I have taken this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh tomorrow's Pancake Day! Hahah. I'm excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It was decided today that Mervelle, Nut, myself and the rest are the class' ex co. Coolio. We're planning the class party at Gwen's house for Feb 17. Woohoo! We're gonna have a Slip n' Slide! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On Monday we followed Marie to town to pierce her ear cartilage. The top part, like Sam. Ouch. I wanna pierce too, but after watching Marie, I'm gonna have to think about it a bit more. But whatever it is, I don't wanna get the piercing at 77th street. Freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I remember Seb Chew told us that if we want to get tattoos, we have to think twice about getting 'em, but if we want to get any piercings, he said and I quote, "Go ahead! If you change your mind you can close it any time you want."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hahah. So I guess I shall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On Monday we were watching a super gross video of this girl getting her tragus pierced. Ohemgee we were all wincing and I was biting my knuckle so hard I thought my teeth would go right through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;However, the navel piercing was far worse. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I just found out that Sweeney Todd is rated M18!!!!!!!!!!!!! RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eh, this is &lt;strong&gt;not fair&lt;/strong&gt;. It's rated M18 for violence. But what about the under 18 girls that wanna see our sexy Johnny Depp?!!!! &lt;em&gt;Urgh&lt;/em&gt;. It's at times like these I wish I were older. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today I yawned in class and that bloody _____ said that's why we have air pollution in the world- because some people yawn with their mouths open. She tries to be funny but she's not. Nobody laughs. She's boring. &lt;strong&gt;That's&lt;/strong&gt; why I always yawn. And is it possible to &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; yawn with your mouth open? &lt;em&gt;Excuse&lt;/em&gt; me, but I covered my mouth with my hand, you ____.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyways, bleaah people aside, Tabitha taught me new straw tricks today. We have this really cool one on video! We laughed and laughed and laughed some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I suddenly recall the day BCFerrs, AmandaRambuTan and I ran barefoot in the uber heavy rain across the road to Raffles City. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ah, fun times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Funny convo with dear Edward:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LIfe in SJII is DIFFERENT.....than any other.... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he sux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANNABEL                      When will I see your face again, my friend? When will you touch my life again? says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who sucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANNABEL                      When will I see your face again, my friend? When will you touch my life again? says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cesc!???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LIfe in SJII is DIFFERENT.....than any other.... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cesc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANNABEL                      When will I see your face again, my friend? When will you touch my life again? says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LIfe in SJII is DIFFERENT.....than any other.... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANNABEL                      When will I see your face again, my friend? When will you touch my life again? says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LIfe in SJII is DIFFERENT.....than any other.... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANNABEL                      When will I see your face again, my friend? When will you touch my life again? says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO ANG PAO FOR U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LIfe in SJII is DIFFERENT.....than any other.... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no la&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIfe in SJII is DIFFERENT.....than any other.... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please la...;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANNABEL                      When will I see your face again, my friend? When will you touch my life again? says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahhahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LIfe in SJII is DIFFERENT.....than any other.... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, you better be sorry, Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love Con2B. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the super yummy pineapple tarts, Mervelle!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ptchooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-7514686713969586931?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/7514686713969586931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=7514686713969586931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7514686713969586931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7514686713969586931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/01/unfair.html' title='Unfair :('/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R6Bocj4MeWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZUMmLJIu-Po/s72-c/DSC03978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-8195236560390553172</id><published>2008-01-24T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:28:59.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R5h9JD4MeVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JSe9XE2AqRw/s1600-h/200309226-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159010967766202706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R5h9JD4MeVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JSe9XE2AqRw/s320/200309226-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R5h9DD4MeTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6GHO0dN4fhM/s1600-h/200538622-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159010864686987570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R5h9DD4MeTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/6GHO0dN4fhM/s320/200538622-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R5h9DD4MeUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/umv-4ALkGZE/s1600-h/anger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159010864686987586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R5h9DD4MeUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/umv-4ALkGZE/s320/anger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R5h81z4MeOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/k7FGcmrTynw/s1600-h/200309226-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R5h82T4MePI/AAAAAAAAAPw/SPLkgLzoJzI/s1600-h/200318582-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159010645643655410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R5h82T4MePI/AAAAAAAAAPw/SPLkgLzoJzI/s320/200318582-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R5h82z4MeQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/7pl8B6pxKm4/s1600-h/200265012-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159010654233590018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R5h82z4MeQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/7pl8B6pxKm4/s320/200265012-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R5h82z4MeRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/kY61ukAMbyY/s1600-h/200570963-011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159010654233590034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R5h82z4MeRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/kY61ukAMbyY/s320/200570963-011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R5h83D4MeSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/24jcwVcU5jE/s1600-h/75547369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159010658528557346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R5h83D4MeSI/AAAAAAAAAQI/24jcwVcU5jE/s320/75547369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAAAH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's just how I feel-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though Nadal lost. Heheheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-8195236560390553172?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/8195236560390553172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=8195236560390553172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8195236560390553172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8195236560390553172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/01/arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-gaaah.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R5h9JD4MeVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JSe9XE2AqRw/s72-c/200309226-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-4247480865055998871</id><published>2008-01-09T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:28:59.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R4TRObYIuwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/6R0GRw58JAE/s1600-h/gaah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153473919416056578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R4TRObYIuwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/6R0GRw58JAE/s320/gaah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's almost 10pm and I just realised I have math homework-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assigned by Mr. Alphonsus Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tries to make a lot of jokes. Example:&lt;br /&gt;Gloria: "Hi, my name is Gloria."&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Tan: (nods) "Is your surname Jean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmm. Not very funny, but yes, we get the joke. He's nice though. At least he makes the effort. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDDD, it's Fonzi's birthday today too, according to Sam. WHAT a coincidence that I'm writing about BOTH Alphonsus Tans in the same and &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; post I've ever mentioned either. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt; Although there's only like a one in a million chance that you're reading this. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Claudia's birthday and she didn't remind me!! EH! I feel so bad now.&lt;br /&gt;Aiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Claudia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Love you, mate. Have an awesome 14th. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, crud. It's 10.04pm!&lt;br /&gt;Better start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be jolly, everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-4247480865055998871?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/4247480865055998871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=4247480865055998871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/4247480865055998871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/4247480865055998871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-almost-10pm-and-i-just-realised-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R4TRObYIuwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/6R0GRw58JAE/s72-c/gaah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-3314377482206401554</id><published>2008-01-05T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T14:20:55.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And a Happy New Year, everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For times gone by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;auld&lt;/span&gt; acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;auld&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;acquaintace&lt;/span&gt; be forgot, and days of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;auld&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;syne&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's was spent with Fred, Florence and family, as wells as Sam and family, Amanda and family and Jon&amp;amp;Mae and family. Really fun. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Champagne and white wine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I played the Sonic game on Preston's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; and I SO RULE!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;. I got an A grade. :) Oh, Awesome Annabel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started on Wednesday. I started the New Year with the flu. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bleaah&lt;/span&gt;. School's fine so far, I guess. But already I'm looking forward to Chinese New Year. Another favourite festive season of mine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;auld&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;syne&lt;/span&gt;, my dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;auld&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;syne&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We'll take a cup of kindness yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;auld&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;syne&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for times gone by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-3314377482206401554?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/3314377482206401554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=3314377482206401554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3314377482206401554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3314377482206401554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-happy-new-year-everybody-for-times.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-3784308676116489525</id><published>2007-12-28T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T16:01:22.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yeaah, this is kinda late, but it's still Christmas. It's weird but this year, Christmas feels different. Not quite so festive as the last. But still, I count myself lucky being able to spend it with family and friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Vodka cranberry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Boxing Day was spent having dinner at NYDC with Marie, Eugenia, Chael and Gill, of course. The lights in town are quite pretty. We spent some time just walking around enjoying the atmosphere and taking pictures. We had chocolate fondue after. Yum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thanks for the awesome prezzies, mates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ah, and Arsenal are not at the top of the table anymore. Man U won 4-0, and Arsenal drew 0-0, so Man U are now 1 point ahead of Arsenal. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You just wait, Man U, you just wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I dreamt of ZhuLian last night. Aye, can't believe I'm saying this, but I miss you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Everton vs Arsenal on Saturday. Oh em gee I am scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And school's starting soon. Oh boy, this sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Unlucky I am. I bought my fabulous 2008 Arsenal calender for 40 bucks in Australia, and when I went to HMV, they were selling it for $17.95. Oh wells. It's still in my cupboard, waiting to be put on display. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Awaiting a brand new year.&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/7043359372798644361-3784308676116489525?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/3784308676116489525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=3784308676116489525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3784308676116489525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3784308676116489525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/12/m-e-r-r-y-c-h-r-i-s-t-m-s-yeaah-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-676834958126273721</id><published>2007-12-17T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T21:07:00.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am feeling quite jovial today. :) Despite the fact that my dad's reading my phone bill that just arrived. Uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arsenal&lt;/strong&gt; 1  : 0 Chelsea.&lt;/span&gt; WOOHOO! I'll bet The Blues are feeling pretty blue right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool 0 : 1 Man U. Coolio. Aw, Mervelle. I wanna say I feel ya, but unless you're feeling super happy, I can't. :( Cheer up, doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gunners rule! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok was nice. Did a lot of shopping. One time we were walking along those roadside stalls and there was a man with a young elephant! I have no idea what it was there for, but it pooped! Like on the floor! It just pooped right there! YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw this quiz thingy on Mervelle's blog so I decided, what the hey, I'll give it a go. But first I wanna say that it is full of utter rubbish. It's complete nonsense. Total gibberish. And I haven't updated my iTunes in 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go.&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;even if it doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;NO CHEATING.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bold the questions and with the answers,write your own comments to how it relates to the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hangbags and Gladrags- Stereophonics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a song about a poor old Grandad buying his grandaughter handbags and gladrags.&lt;br /&gt;But my Grandad doesn't buy me anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aliens Exist- Blink 182&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid boy thinks he has aliens in the backroom. Sounds more like Gill than me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;This really doesn't make any sense. Mervelle's was far more direct than mine. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Somewhere only we know- Keane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see me in a place only we know. Ooh, secretive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Under the influence- James Morrison&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You're kidding me! I'll get married under the influence of what- alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your best friend's theme song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Reason- Hoobastank&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao. And I get all these rubbish songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Good Morning Baltimore- Nikky Blonski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to move to Baltimore then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was primary school like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One headlight- The Wallflowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool song. Title alone don't mean much, but it's different with the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wherever You Will Go- The Calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go wherever I go. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Unintended- Muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we didn't intend to be friends? Woah. That's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why does it always rain on me? - Travis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend Weather forecast:&lt;br /&gt;Rainy/sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song describes you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Love Today- Mika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway you want to, anyway you got to, love love me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There and back again- Daughtry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents like travelling to a particular place and then returning?&lt;br /&gt;What's with the questions about grandparents anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is your life going?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mutt- Blink 182&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's mean! B***h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Infatuation- Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all infatuated with me until I died. So sad! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't need a man- PCD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH. Is that a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I Write Sins Not Tragedies- Panic!at the disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I don't understand Panic!'s song titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do people secretly lust over you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(I'm Gonna) Cry Myself Blind- Primal Scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever had a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lost your mind&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever woke up screamin'&lt;br /&gt;cos you're so lonely you could die?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you go, Why did you go?&lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, how sad. I'm horrible. HAHAH. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Best I Ever Had (Grey sky morning)- Vertical Horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have the BEST ever grey sky morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Valerie- The Zutons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Valerie. Who's Valerie? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fall away- The Fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, no, maybe? Doesn't make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy marriage?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All at once- The Fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have a happy marriages all at once.&lt;br /&gt;Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miscarriage?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dead Wrong- The Fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's a no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end. Ridiculous, but I had fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-676834958126273721?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/676834958126273721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=676834958126273721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/676834958126273721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/676834958126273721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-feeling-quite-jovial-today.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-762061687770722298</id><published>2007-12-11T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:24:50.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our unbeaten run ended. :( Bloody Boro.&lt;br /&gt;Premiership leaders Arsenal lost for the first time in 23 league games after goals from Stewart Downing and Tuncay Sanli handed relegation candidates Middlesbrough a vital 2-1 victory at the Riverside Stadium here Sunday. AHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Well, I don't mean to make excuses, but these are facts:&lt;br /&gt;- We didn't have Cesc, Robin, Flamini and Hleb. :(&lt;br /&gt;- Four away games in a row- Gunners get fatigue too!&lt;br /&gt;- Three games in a week, mate!&lt;br /&gt;- Aliadiere knows our style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my dear Jeremie Aliadiere. Why did you ever go to Boro? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose there's no use complaining now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Perth was entertaining. :) Love the weather.&lt;br /&gt;I would post some pictures, but unfortunately, I'm quite lazy right now. And I'm not even done packing for Bangkok tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to see The Golden Compass! I've read two out of three of His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman. More than halfway through the third one now. I simply adore Lord Asriel. I can't believe Daniel Craig is playing him. Bleaah. But Nicole Kidman playing Mrs. Coulter is fine. 'Cept her hair colour is off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, better finish packing my clothes, lest my mum gets on my case.&lt;br /&gt;And then, await my call, Mervelle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-762061687770722298?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/762061687770722298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=762061687770722298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/762061687770722298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/762061687770722298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-unbeaten-run-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-755142579938696214</id><published>2007-11-28T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:28:59.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R00WtmpKCbI/AAAAAAAAAPY/gXIsL2_YXaU/s1600-h/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137787722622699954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R00WtmpKCbI/AAAAAAAAAPY/gXIsL2_YXaU/s320/023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well, we lost. For the first time in months! Since April or something, sadly enough. But that's the bad news. With bad news, there's always good news. Or least that's what Allan from Two and a Half Men says, if I remember right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bad news- We lost to Sevilla 3-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news- We already qualified for the last 16!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go Gunners!&lt;/span&gt; As much as I want us to win the Champions League, I have to say, we're still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;unbeaten in the Premier League&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and we're still &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;top of the table!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So no worries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoho. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's this weirdo girl who added me as an IM contact on MSN who's trying to convince me that she's not Singaporean and really Canadian. Yeah, right. With all that Singlish how can she claim to only have "been to Singapore once"? Bullshit, mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I went to see Enchanted with Gill and Eugenia on Monday. It was simply enchanting. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; Patrick Dempsey, and I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; James Marsden. But hotties aside, the movie was hilarious. Eugenia and I were laughing like crazy when the Princess was singing in the park and everybody was following her like a parade. And whenever she started laughing, I would laugh. Vice versa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Laughter is indeed infectious. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congrats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; once again, newly confirmed Amanda Deidre Tan. :) Hope I spelt that right. You looked awesome in that dress. Your hair looked good! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Congrats to my one and only BCFerss, (newly confirmed as well) Samantha Tan. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Also, congratulations to dear teacher, Joachim, a new Godfather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh and Natasha. Just confirmed too. And congrats to everyone else confirmed this year. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-755142579938696214?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/755142579938696214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=755142579938696214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/755142579938696214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/755142579938696214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-raining.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R00WtmpKCbI/AAAAAAAAAPY/gXIsL2_YXaU/s72-c/023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-4164218179162341836</id><published>2007-11-23T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:29:01.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I won'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I won and won AGAIN'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mervelle cannot go to church (probably anywhere) without somebody to take her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mervelle cannot play UNO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahem, alright. Bimbos and disabilities aside, (drum roll please)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Steve McLaren got sacked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahah! See what happens when you don't let Becks play? Nah, I'm kidding. Mr. McLaren was the one that gave Beckham the call-back. Thanks for everything, dude. (: And I &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; realised that I don't support England...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh I saw Maroon 5 perform at the AMAs a few days ago and Adam Levine, WOAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's bald! Or almost bald. Bald, oh-so-beautiful and sexy, if you will. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R0ahsHLO4tI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Uaer2QDZa5E/s1600-h/adamlevine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135970204275106514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R0ahsHLO4tI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Uaer2QDZa5E/s320/adamlevine1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R0ahsXLO4uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/hvBd5wbXSFM/s1600-h/adamlevine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135970208570073826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R0ahsXLO4uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/hvBd5wbXSFM/s320/adamlevine2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lucky mic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aw, man. Arsenal vs Wigan tomorrow- during the wedding dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah wells, I had better get a trustworthy friend to give me match updates! Ahh!! Thank GOODNESS Cesc ain't playing. Or I'll &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;scream&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Random stuff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;My sis and I couldn't sleep last night after ANTM so we played 'Bullshit'. And I won all three rounds. Muahahahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-4164218179162341836?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/4164218179162341836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=4164218179162341836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/4164218179162341836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/4164218179162341836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/11/mervelle-cannot-go-to-church-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R0ahsHLO4tI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Uaer2QDZa5E/s72-c/adamlevine1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-7061442263773926705</id><published>2007-11-19T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:29:02.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, back from Malaysia. The trip (wedding and all) was awesome in so many ways I can't exactly put it into words. Fonzie and Gabriel squabble all the time, and it's bloody hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I've been posting alot of stuff about tennis these days.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Federer Clinches Fourth Masters Cup Crown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhEmGee! :D He beat Ferrer to win the cup. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before that win on Sunday, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fed crushed Nadal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That match was on during the wedding dinner, so, unfortunately, Sam and I couldn't watch and root for Federer. Sam and I tried messaging people for the score, but the force was not with us. ): They either didn't reply or said, "Okay...but how to check?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R0FpN3LO4sI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FC5KgarPYkI/s1600-h/federer_trophy07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134500737049354946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R0FpN3LO4sI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FC5KgarPYkI/s320/federer_trophy07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah so I laughed in the Nadal fan's face- through sms. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadal's English is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nadal said: "I play very good match the first set. I have a lot of chances. Love-30, one break point... Later the first opportunity, he make it. Finally the start of the second set, kill me, no? I tried... He play unbelievable in the beginning of the second... Nothing to say. Just congratulate him. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoho. Funny ugly noisy guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-7061442263773926705?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/7061442263773926705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=7061442263773926705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7061442263773926705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7061442263773926705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/11/ah-back-from-malaysia.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/R0FpN3LO4sI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FC5KgarPYkI/s72-c/federer_trophy07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-3163507779171492192</id><published>2007-11-15T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:29:02.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;When you try your best, but you don't succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RzvtQXLO4rI/AAAAAAAAAO4/AGiI1GcL12Y/s1600-h/fed3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132957065673630386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RzvtQXLO4rI/AAAAAAAAAO4/AGiI1GcL12Y/s320/fed3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SHANGHAI, China — Top-ranked Roger Federer lost consecutive matches for the first time in 4 1-2 years, falling to No. 7 Fernando Gonzalez of Chile 4-6, 7-6 (1), 7-5 Monday at the Masters Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. That's the first time this defending champion lost for the first time in 11 meetings against Gonzalez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It snapped Federer's 15-0 record in round-robin play at the season-ending tournament, which features the top eight men's singles players and doubles pairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So saddening!&lt;/div&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It was a tough loss,"&lt;/em&gt; Federer said. &lt;em&gt;"I thought I played pretty good. I wish I had an excuse."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, hey, even the best fall down sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But-oh, what's this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ATP World No. 1 Roger Federer remains in strong contention for a Tennis Masters Cup semifinal slot after defeating Nikolay Davydenko 6-4, 6-3 in Shanghai Wednesday. Federer improved to 11-0 lifetime against the Russian, against whom he has won 13 straight sets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:) :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And Arielene's Andy Roddick was the first one to qualify for semifinals after beating Gonzalez, who suffered a letdown after a win over Fed. Oh em gee! Only two spots left! :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was spent with Gillybaby ;) , Ah Mop, Unagi and Brudder. We went to Vivo and fought with kids younger than us. Okay, not really. If gangster Chael were there it would've been a fight. She said, and I quote,"&lt;em&gt;I will throw my slipper at them lor!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But honestly, I think Brudder did enough. Hoho. Fiesty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Federer vs Nadal this Saturday! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG Federer vs Nadal this Saturday?!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Crap! So much for 'think as I type'. Oh no! The wedding's Saturday night! And I'm leaving for it in Kl tomorrow. Argh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blood is thicker than water, blood is thicker than water, blood is thicker than water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Imagine if it were an Arsenal game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is it bad to say that Arsenal's blood too? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ah wells, at least Cesc won't be playing Wigan. The smart fella collected 4 yellow cards before the game on Monday. And he purposely got himself another one just so he wouldn't have to take the risk of missing the next match against Sevilla! Hoho. What a clever boy he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you too, Bimbo. You know who you are. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-3163507779171492192?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/3163507779171492192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=3163507779171492192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3163507779171492192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3163507779171492192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-you-try-your-best-but-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RzvtQXLO4rI/AAAAAAAAAO4/AGiI1GcL12Y/s72-c/fed3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-1522079749483697642</id><published>2007-11-08T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T22:49:33.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my blog is not like "ESPN or something". Not even close. I'll bet you've never even watched ESPN before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The things I blog about seem so...trivial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I am not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; mean. Sorry for blogging about your misfortunes and stupidity. Actually I'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; sorry, seeing as you ditched Gill and I. Everybody, please read my first post of the month of August from my archives. :) And we can all have a good laugh at the biggest joke of 2007. She laughed at herself when she read the post too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gerad Way reminds me of an uglier version of Edward Scissor hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My sister is such a loser. She went for mass just because her friend was going. And it was a mass for the sick elderly. SO they were like the only people there under 60 or something. Freaks.(the two of them, I mean.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jack Johnson is so funny. :) He has this song called Belle that consists of just 4 lines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But, Belle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Je ne comprends pas francais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So you'll have to speak to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The second line is in French, and he's saying that he doesn't understand French. So he's telling some girl that he has to speak to him some other way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Get a translator! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-1522079749483697642?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/1522079749483697642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=1522079749483697642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1522079749483697642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1522079749483697642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/11/marie-my-blog-is-not-like-espn-or.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-7073189953961154423</id><published>2007-11-07T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:29:02.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Novak Djokovic is so my idol right now. I read about Djokovic imitating Rafa and all months ago, but I didn't actually see the videos. And I was watching the repeat telecast of the match between Nadal vs Nalbandian yesterday, and I caught Rafa pulling his underwear cause he had a wedgie. Hahah. Reminds me of Gill. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I searched for the videos and here's what I found. ( Links below )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you a rough idea of the imitations, here's dear Novak.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RzGS3L57FHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WFbprK9jiQg/s1600-h/novak-nadal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130042927337903218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RzGS3L57FHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WFbprK9jiQg/s320/novak-nadal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          [ This would be the imitation of Rafa having a wedgie. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Video URLs :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Imitating lotsa players like Andy Roddick, Rafael Nadal (of course), Maria Sharapova and Roger Federer. For Roger Federer all he does is look graceful-and like he's World Number 1. ;) He also does the racket on palmthing Fed likes to do to get fans to clap for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QDQHRpNL8d0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QDQHRpNL8d0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Imitating Sharapova and Rafa during the US Open. The &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; crowd was roaring with laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsMJB81HfFU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsMJB81HfFU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Imitating Roddick, Hewitt, Nadal, Sharapova, Sampras and one last one during his practice at Queens. Can't remember his name. But it's damn funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VM6RUfeGLIE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VM6RUfeGLIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0kbqjZuScU&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novak is really awesome at this. He even has the facial expressions down. :) To me, the Rafa imitation is DA BOMB. The BEST, by far. Talented, Djokovic is.. Adorable too. What a World Number 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was actually asked about his imitations of other players, and when asked to do the Federer one, he went, " Roger is too perfect. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vu7OKS9fU14"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vu7OKS9fU14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah! I love this boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-7073189953961154423?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/7073189953961154423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=7073189953961154423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7073189953961154423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7073189953961154423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/11/novak-djokovic-is-so-my-idol-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RzGS3L57FHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/WFbprK9jiQg/s72-c/novak-nadal.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-9115872884831062250</id><published>2007-11-05T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:29:02.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MERVELLE LEK- since she labelled my name.  ;)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Nadal lost to a funny named guy called Nalbandian yesterday. Hoho. There's also another funny named tennis player called Juan Carlos &lt;strong&gt;Ferrero&lt;/strong&gt;.  Ferrero Rocher! :) Yum!&lt;br /&gt;Federer was out before Nadal, but not to worry, he's still my &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;World Number 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Besides, he has won 12 Grand Slams. And Rafa? 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry Joachim, but yeah, I hate Nadal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just look at this idiot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Ry6_r757FFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UdeYhct06Ew/s1600-h/nadalidiot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129247787157492818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="290" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Ry6_r757FFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UdeYhct06Ew/s320/nadalidiot.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 Why does his face always screw up when he plays?&lt;br /&gt;                                          p.s [ this picture's for you, Eugenia. (x ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Ry6_sL57FGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cKOi8zBgA80/s1600-h/fed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129247791452460130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="294" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Ry6_sL57FGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cKOi8zBgA80/s320/fed.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Look at Roger! Beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nadal will never be World Number 1 until Fed stops playing. And that'll be a shame. He can never say, "I'm better than Roger Federer." with proof. For the matches he wins against Fed, he can only say that he was better that day, but not better than. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah, Mervelle, you're truly one in a million. And I'm not just talking about your name. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still wish I didn't miss cat class. However, Twister isn't my thing anyway. Even though I know some people, really wanted to see me. Hahah. Sorry, that was my ego talking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Ry679b57E_I/AAAAAAAAANw/KB3pbHWLJpk/s1600-h/nadalidiot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Ry679r57FAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/psYTgPuxrws/s1600-h/nadalyuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Ry6z3r57E9I/AAAAAAAAANg/6UmgLAbRjrI/s1600-h/DSC00439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129234794881422290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Ry6z3r57E9I/AAAAAAAAANg/6UmgLAbRjrI/s320/DSC00439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Some of us 1/3ians and Gary the funny gay snail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                              Whoops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that's a pretty bad photo. But I like it.&lt;/div&gt;It was taken in June, I think. Or maybe late May. After the Mid-years. Or before? Crap, my short term memory is failing me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, all you can really see on the paper is a big 'P', but it really says Beanuts - a combination of beans and peanuts, if I remember correctly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the hell were we thinking? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers to a great year, 1/3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2007's only a significant half of our "journey" together, as people like to call it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brace yourselves everyone, &lt;strong&gt;2/3&lt;/strong&gt; 's up next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-9115872884831062250?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/9115872884831062250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=9115872884831062250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/9115872884831062250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/9115872884831062250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-nadal-lost-to-funny-named-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Ry6_r757FFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UdeYhct06Ew/s72-c/nadalidiot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-2366300365597536061</id><published>2007-11-02T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:29:03.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Ryrtbb57E3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/9h3eXaGdbDE/s1600-h/itmeansnothing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128172181317686130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Ryrtbb57E3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/9h3eXaGdbDE/s320/itmeansnothing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Yup, that's my first picture of the month. Pity it ain't my hand in Ami's. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Initially, I wanted to use this picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cesc&lt;/span&gt;, but it's kinda small, as you can see. But it's also hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Ryrtbr57E4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/spjzSpLwG4I/s1600-h/cesc100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128172185612653442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Ryrtbr57E4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/spjzSpLwG4I/s320/cesc100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I thought of this picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RyrtcL57E5I/AAAAAAAAANA/X2AeLjtfWpg/s1600-h/cescmundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128172194202588050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RyrtcL57E5I/AAAAAAAAANA/X2AeLjtfWpg/s320/cescmundo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adorable, no? x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But he looks quite blur. Then while I was checking out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stereophonics&lt;/span&gt; album, I saw that awesome picture. Instantly reminded me of Ami. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been dreading to write about this, but since some people think that Rachael and I kissed, I have to clarify that &lt;strong&gt;we did not&lt;/strong&gt;.  We were actually up in each other's faces arguing about something I cannot recall, when &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Natasha Tham&lt;/span&gt; pushed us against each other on purpose. So, to the hundred people that "saw it happen" that day outside the dance studio, it never happened. Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mervelle&lt;/span&gt;, 25 is not that old. 25 - 13 = 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not like I'm gonna &lt;em&gt;marry&lt;/em&gt; him or something&lt;/span&gt;. Not like I could.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;. I shall soon put up a racy picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kaka&lt;/span&gt;. Okay it's not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;racy, but he's &lt;strong&gt;swimming&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last cat class tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that was fast?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RyrtcL57E6I/AAAAAAAAANI/YJwtUfDBVGA/s1600-h/cesctheo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128172194202588066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RyrtcL57E6I/AAAAAAAAANI/YJwtUfDBVGA/s320/cesctheo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stop that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cesc&lt;/span&gt;! Baby Theo's underage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually, he isn't. But watch that hand, darlin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-2366300365597536061?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/2366300365597536061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=2366300365597536061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2366300365597536061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2366300365597536061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/11/yup-thats-my-first-picture-of-month.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Ryrtbb57E3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/9h3eXaGdbDE/s72-c/itmeansnothing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-3780979214452410588</id><published>2007-10-29T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:29:22.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After what seemed like eternity, I finally receive a few words and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it patience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was probably the last real chance left anyway, through this point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal drew Liverpool 1 all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mervelle&lt;/span&gt; asked me what 1 all meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, stupidity aside, Sexy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cesc&lt;/span&gt; scored the goal that saved us all(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gooners&lt;/span&gt;)! That equalised Stevie G's 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; minute one through the free kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like so incredibly nervous for all our flaming Arsenal arses until dear Theo came on. His fresh legs, I knew, would keep us from defeat, although I secretly knew we wouldn't lose. :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mervelle&lt;/span&gt;, even though none of won, Arsenal is still the BETTER team.Not just for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I bought Stevie G's autobiography&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;  Hello &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mervelle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; nee boo boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jealousy, turning saints into the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Swimming through sick lullabies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mervelle&lt;/span&gt;, although none of us won, as a proud &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gooner&lt;/span&gt; I can confidently say that Arsenal is still the BETTER team. And not just for that match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Muahahah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-3780979214452410588?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/3780979214452410588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=3780979214452410588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3780979214452410588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3780979214452410588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/10/after-what-seemed-like-eternity-i.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-2804525732452482011</id><published>2007-10-23T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:29:03.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey oh, listen what I say, oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rx3ij4wwJFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TyvlKGR5cDQ/s1600-h/cesc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124501057177658450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rx3ij4wwJFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TyvlKGR5cDQ/s320/cesc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll bet sexy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cesc&lt;/span&gt; grabbed your attention! Clenched jaw, smoky eyes, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pouty&lt;/span&gt; lips. I could really faint. :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Somebody's&lt;/span&gt; annoying the &lt;strong&gt;hell&lt;/strong&gt; outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Jamie's so yummy! Jamie's Chef, Aaron, is so "bloody rude"! His wife couldn't take it and went to London. He got Jamie to call his wife and Jamie managed to sort things out!&lt;br /&gt; Go Jamie, go! Jamie is a pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "And there you go! Now I'm a marriage councillor. "  - Jamie Oliver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahahah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The new Hugo Boss commercial is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sizzlin&lt;/span&gt;'! Only Jonathan Rhys-Meyers. x)&lt;br /&gt;"Harmony is overrated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the Indian Cultural thing today, a.k.a "Indian Day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MERVELLE's&lt;/span&gt; blog lately, I DO NOT THINK &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WHOEVER'S&lt;/span&gt; FATHER IS "CUTE". I thought "Angelo" was a young boy, so I said, "so cute". I have never seen him and never knew a single detail about him before. All I heard was "Angelo." That is &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervelle&lt;/span&gt;, Hamilton might win. Nothing to do with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kimi&lt;/span&gt;, Lewis, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Massa&lt;/span&gt; or Alonso. It's two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; drivers. And if they are confirmed to have used weird fuel, Hamilton my hon' will win &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; he'll be pushed up! WHOOSH. Don't ask me how, I don't know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is walking around with lighted candles.&lt;br /&gt;Weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's killing me,&lt;br /&gt;when do I really see&lt;br /&gt;all I need to look inside?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-2804525732452482011?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/2804525732452482011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=2804525732452482011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2804525732452482011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2804525732452482011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-oh-listen-what-i-say-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rx3ij4wwJFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TyvlKGR5cDQ/s72-c/cesc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-394054662507846681</id><published>2007-10-17T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:29:03.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RxXfRYwwJEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/cYEjDveOE8E/s1600-h/house2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122245641001509954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RxXfRYwwJEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/cYEjDveOE8E/s320/house2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't look its &lt;em&gt;killing&lt;/em&gt; me ( not Hugh, ^ silly.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And taking control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jealousy, turning saints into the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swimming through sick lullabies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choking on your alibis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's just the price I pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Destiny is calling me&lt;br /&gt;Open up my &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;eager eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brightside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This takes place in Princeton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Placeboro&lt;/span&gt; Teaching Hospital (House m.d.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nun : "Sister Augustine believes in things that aren't real." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Greg House : "I thought that was a job requirement for you people."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Laughlaughlaugh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I am utterly disappointed with my English results. They suck, to say the least. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;de-proved&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;em&gt;seven marks &lt;/em&gt;for essay writing since the last time ( CA2 ). &lt;strong&gt;Seven bleeping marks &lt;/strong&gt;depriving me of my A1. &lt;strong&gt;Seven bleeping marks &lt;/strong&gt;taking away my otherwise improving grades. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;B3&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A2&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A1,&lt;/span&gt; then back to a bleeping &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A2 &lt;/span&gt;again. And that's just 80% of the total SA marks! Not including Oral which will no doubt pull my aggregate down. &lt;strong&gt;Seven bleeping marks&lt;/strong&gt; that are totally not helping to boost my morale. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yeaah&lt;/span&gt;, it sucks to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even want to talk about comprehension. I did even worse, but somehow, I'm more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; in myself with my essay. I can't say I expected more, I don't, but to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;de-prove&lt;/span&gt; by seven marks? This ain't math we're talking about here! I need to score in English. There's nothing else for me to hang on to, being in 1/3. I don't mean to brag, but after a whole year of almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt; grammar mistakes in essay writing, I get Satisfactory? It used to be Excellent/Good. Absolutely sure it has nothing to do with one who graded my script? &lt;em&gt;Hell&lt;/em&gt;, no. Time to stop ranting, time to look on the bright side of life. 'Cause, yeah, I'm &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Brightside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing I have to look forward to presently, is the math trail to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Changi&lt;/span&gt; Airport tomorrow! Oh it'd SO make my day if I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Yassine&lt;/span&gt; again! But it's best not to get my hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; going to the airport, for several reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Male Tourists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ohemgee&lt;/span&gt;-I-Could-Just-Die-on-the-spot Air stewards (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yassine&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gorgeous male Tourists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sexy male Tourists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pilots, even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cute male Tourists/Air Stewards that look like Theo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Walcott&lt;/span&gt;, although none besides &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yassine&lt;/span&gt; have actually been spotted so far. &lt;strong&gt;So far. &lt;/strong&gt;Sadly, only Fernando Torres slightly look-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;alikes&lt;/span&gt; in American version have been sighted. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ah, just hot men. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Oh and I like the atmosphere. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real joke of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're crossing the road on the way home after school.&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Hey, does something smell to you?"&lt;br /&gt;Eugenia, "Yeah...(waves hand in front of nose) it smells like.....(makes disgusted face) &lt;em&gt;nature&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it doesn't sound funny but it really is. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gill is lamer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-394054662507846681?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/394054662507846681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=394054662507846681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/394054662507846681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/394054662507846681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-just-cant-look-its-killing-me-not.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RxXfRYwwJEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/cYEjDveOE8E/s72-c/house2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-2974180727137148091</id><published>2007-10-11T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:03:48.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The importance of being idle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You have 446 new messages in your e-mail inbox&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of sorting out junk from "real  mail" tires me. Well, that's what you get when you haven't been online in weeks, possibly months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are finally over. (:&lt;br /&gt;No more anxiety, no more panic attacks, no more last minute mugging, and best of all, goodbye trying to cram information into more than 2% of my brain! (Well at least for the rest of the year.)&lt;br /&gt;Now all there is left to bother about are report books, the dreaded results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bleaah&lt;/span&gt;. Best to quit thinking about it and have all the fun I can before it's too late. :D&lt;br /&gt;It's quite difficult though, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;partay&lt;/span&gt; right now, seeing as I'm sick. :/ Holiday fever- literally.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5.25am with a temperature of about 37.8 degrees &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;celcius&lt;/span&gt; or so. And my back and neck hurts like puck due to all the "chicken" in Gwen's swimming pool that's half the size of an Olympic sized one!&lt;br /&gt;Bloody rich girl is not exaggeration. Her house is bloody huge. It's like an island resort or something. But I shall not brag about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brudder's&lt;/span&gt; house. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was all fun and games right after the C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hinese&lt;/span&gt; paper. It was lunch at Toast, followed by shopping around town. Then it was off to Gwen's house. First one in the pool was poor Rachael. :) Gill practically threw her in there! She literally flew into the pool- shoes and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brudder&lt;/span&gt;, for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FABULUS&lt;/span&gt; party. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm experiencing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt; effects of two much sun or something. All I did today was watch two episodes of my much loved House, idle around and now I'm using the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The importance of being idle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as there's a bed beneath the stars that shine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be fine, if you give me a minute, a man's got a limit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't get a life if my heart's not in it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Hey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lost my faith in the summer time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause it don't stop raining&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sky all day is as black as night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm not complaining&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I begged my doctor for one more line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He said "Son - words fail me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It ain't no place to be killing time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I'm just lazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh wells.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mail's waiting. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-2974180727137148091?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/2974180727137148091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=2974180727137148091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2974180727137148091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2974180727137148091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/10/importance-of-being-idle.html' title='The importance of being idle.'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-1016342248075511351</id><published>2007-09-22T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T17:41:02.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was kinda sorta eventful. Not much change from the past week, since it has been the worst week of my school life so far. Not going to elaborate about my super &lt;em&gt;sway&lt;/em&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite shocked to hear Joachim tease '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chael&lt;/span&gt; bout the Thai guy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;. So not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everybody's&lt;/span&gt; clueless. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal vs Derby tonight! Shall watch after studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CESC&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there. Don't know if you read this, but I just wanna tell you that no matter what you say, I'll be here for you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kay&lt;/span&gt;? You know who you are. I know you often feel left out and I don't know why you smiled after reading the comments, but even though I was kinda pissed, I'm over it. And I don't want you to feel like you're alone, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;y'know&lt;/span&gt;. I'm glad you spoke up, in your own way. I'm not apologising or saying I accept any apology or whatever, just letting you know I'm always here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learnt today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                             - Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;entirely&lt;/span&gt; different person who has probably never read this blog;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope avoiding me or whatever you're trying to do helps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-1016342248075511351?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/1016342248075511351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=1016342248075511351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1016342248075511351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1016342248075511351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-was-kinda-sorta-eventful.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-7945982876428415549</id><published>2007-09-16T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:29:03.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Ruyn_q8hBrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OS95W2Ugy94/s1600-h/1cescfab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110644389460379314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Ruyn_q8hBrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OS95W2Ugy94/s320/1cescfab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARSENAL 2 : 1 TOTTENHAM HOTSPURS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CESC SCORED THE WINNING GOAL! WOOHOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had PnW yesterday during Cat class. Sat/stood with Tabitha, Rachael and Jasmine. Uber funnaye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steph was being a funny bunny. Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And WOAH Joachim played drums. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next Travis Barker, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Dreamt that Gloria won a Role Model award in school. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-7945982876428415549?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/7945982876428415549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=7945982876428415549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7945982876428415549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7945982876428415549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/09/arsenal-2-1-tottenham-hotspurs-cesc.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Ruyn_q8hBrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OS95W2Ugy94/s72-c/1cescfab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-1076129620320899533</id><published>2007-09-08T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:29:03.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RuJu-qjMyQI/AAAAAAAAALk/h96v_u_MnCA/s1600-h/rogerfed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107766950244436226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RuJu-qjMyQI/AAAAAAAAALk/h96v_u_MnCA/s400/rogerfed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm in the midst of doing my Literature project right now. Just thought I'd take break and post a short one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched part of the match between Novak Djokovic and Carlos Moya yesterday. Djokovic is so cute! Gorgeous boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still like good 'ol Federer best though. What a champ. 25 consecutive wins already. Was it 25? Anyways, both Fed and Djokovic beat the Rafael Nadal. Bleaah. Stupid huge biceped-underwear tugger-guinea pig. The biceps aren't that bad, but somebody said they were fake. I don't know. He looks like a rodent, though, but I'm not sure what kind. It's a guinea pig for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of the constant wedgies he gets, Djokovic-the-funny imitated Nadal as well as Maria Sharapova yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Maria, he pulled up his shorts to show more og his sexy legs and pretended to be sweeping hair off his face. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Nadal imitation is better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He pulls his shorts down lower, pulls up his shirt sleeves to make it look like he's wearing one of Nadal's signature sleeveless shirts, and starts to tug at his underwear. Hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Djokovic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RuJu-6jMyRI/AAAAAAAAALs/WGr4CEwqjKI/s1600-h/djokovic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107766954539403538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RuJu-6jMyRI/AAAAAAAAALs/WGr4CEwqjKI/s400/djokovic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If anyone can make me a better person you could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I gott say is I must've done something good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I came along one day and you rearranged my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I gotta say is I must've done something right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must've done something right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-1076129620320899533?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/1076129620320899533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=1076129620320899533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1076129620320899533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1076129620320899533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-in-midst-of-doing-my-literature.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RuJu-qjMyQI/AAAAAAAAALk/h96v_u_MnCA/s72-c/rogerfed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-7012561749696628374</id><published>2007-09-06T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:29:06.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm watching the repeat telecast of the AC Milan v Seville Super Cup final now. I just saw Kaka' and his gorgeous cheekbones. He is sweaty and hot so he looks like he has a stroke of peachy coloured paint across each cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny yet weird how the English people pronounce Kaka's name as Keh-Kuh or funnier still, Keh-keh. The commentator goes, "It's Keh-kuh! &lt;em&gt;Keh-kuh&lt;/em&gt;! Which is really &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; exciting......blahblahblah...this is gonna be the &lt;em&gt;best!&lt;/em&gt;!!"when Kaka' has the ball. Despite how much I love Kaka', there's no goal yet, so relax, old man. Kaka's goal will come on later, although you don't know that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those digusting perves are grabbing and pulling at Kaka's shirt, trying to touch his body and grope him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaka' is just pulling their hands off his body as politely as possible. Seville, Seville. Sigh. What can I say? Stick to your own men, dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inzaghi just scored a WOAH-worthy goal! And they equalise 1-1 with Seville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby! Another goal! From the defender whose name I just forgot! Kaka' looks so glad! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU DIRTY ROTTEN BALLED ASSWIPES! HOW DARE YOU RAM INTO MY KAKA' LIKE THAT! HAH! SEE! WE GET A PENALTY YOU BLOODY FOOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAKA'S TAKING IT. NOW YOU'RE GONNA PAY! LOSERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG A SAVE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH KAKA' HEADED IT BACK IN! HAHAH! KAKA' YOU'RE THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kicked the ball, the goalie hit it back at him and Kaka' instinctively headed it into the goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like he planned it or something. He's so smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there it is!! IT'S KAKA'S MAGNIFICO GOAL! HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaka' was celebrating and then suddenly he started to point towards his hot ass. What is he doing? He looks concerned. His team mate is nodding and seems to understand what's going on. Oh wells, Kaka' seems to have put that aside and continues to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Milan wins the Super Cup for the 5th time in their history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The phenomenon, Kaka', and his gang have done it again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Kaka's getting his medal! The commentator keeps praising Kaka' He just loves him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All their jerseys say Puerta at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Puerta. I don't know why, since I'm not a Seville supporter or a regular watcher of Serie A. Rest in peace, Puerta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody pushed Kaka' over that blue thing, he tripped and fell next to the trophy while they were about to take a team pic. So he, as cool as a cucumber, smiled and pretended he wanted to lie next to the trophy on purpose. :)&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt_BtqjMyKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_t8-kSoIIpE/s1600-h/1Kaka22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107013492721633442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt_BtqjMyKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_t8-kSoIIpE/s400/1Kaka22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's to you, Gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt_AR6jMyGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4IAM0n2B9kY/s1600-h/jamesmarsden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107011916468635746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt_AR6jMyGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4IAM0n2B9kY/s400/jamesmarsden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;James Marsden, a.k.a Cyclops, a.k.a Corny Collins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt_ASKjMyHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9y-GY8cFkKA/s1600-h/jamesmarsden3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107011920763603058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt_ASKjMyHI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9y-GY8cFkKA/s400/jamesmarsden3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; James looks a better Corny Collins with that hair and sexy eyes in this poster, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt_ASajMyII/AAAAAAAAAKk/b4zSZxLEEOM/s1600-h/1eric.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt-97ajMyAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dYTo3MwDbJE/s1600-h/beckham1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107009330898323458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt-97ajMyAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dYTo3MwDbJE/s400/beckham1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Becks and Romeo. Watching A Galaxy game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Golly, Romeo's so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But baby Zidane's cuter. I mean Theo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt-97qjMyBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Zwc1wcBy_X0/s1600-h/beckhamromeobday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107009335193290770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt-97qjMyBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Zwc1wcBy_X0/s400/beckhamromeobday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt-976jMyCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/BksenFAum4A/s1600-h/brad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finished reading Lance Armstrong's book that Ms Tay lent me. For the clueless, Ms Tay is our English teacher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I must say, his book is just so, inspiring. Indeed, his story is the stuff of legends. Kabul Beauty School can't even be compared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lance Armstrong is such a strong person. He's so brave and he just perseveres and perseveres no matter what he gets thrown at him, he moves on and he never once gave up. Sure he was scared at some points, like any normal person. But he with the help and strength of others and himself, he managed to triumph over cancer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND like 4 months after a year after that, he won the Tour de France, in the fastest record time. Say WOAH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And he also had a son, Luke. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He felt he became a better person after cancer and he said that if he had to choose between cancer and winning the Tour, he'd choose cancer. Becuase of what it has done for him as a human being, a man, a husband, a son and a father. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's my role model from now on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This may sound quite dramatic and exaggerated, but his words have made me see in a whole new light and if anybody, Lance Armstrong is a true example of faith, hope and love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My hero.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though I wasn't a huge fan, rest in peace, Antonio Puerta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt-98KjMyEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CeQ49md2bes/s1600-h/puerta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107009343783225410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt-98KjMyEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/CeQ49md2bes/s400/puerta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In loving memory of Antonio Puerta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(1984-2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-7012561749696628374?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/7012561749696628374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=7012561749696628374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7012561749696628374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7012561749696628374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-watching-repeat-telecast-of-ac-milan.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt_BtqjMyKI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_t8-kSoIIpE/s72-c/1Kaka22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-2670219602576362825</id><published>2007-09-04T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:29:07.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here without you baby, but you're still on my lonely mind. I think about you baby, and I dream about you all the time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm here without you baby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but you're still on my lonely mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think about you baby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and I dream about you all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with a really cute picture of Kaka' that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sure looks happy.  :)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt0Q2ajMx_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/njmnAIrGjOk/s1600-h/1kaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106256079533950962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt0Q2ajMx_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/njmnAIrGjOk/s400/1kaka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                        WHOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the BBQ for shooting yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I stepped on a shard of broken glass, while I was walking around barefoot at like the bbq pits near the swimming pool. It wasn't a big piece of glass, quite tiny actually. I got it out with tweezers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I haven't been on the com for a reasonably long time, I only &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; found out that Kaka' was named the UEFA Club Footballer of the Year! Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's not all, my super de duper talented darling also won Best Forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always knew Kaka' would win Best Footballer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as usual there was cat class on Saturday. Marc took over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                 Bleaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already knew he was gonna take over class that day. Joachim told us and as soon as he did, the guys in class were like, "One, two, three, next week, we all don't go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before class I saw Shitface somewhere and I thought there was &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt;. Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, just maybe, he would come and help out or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he never did turn up. I only saw him again after class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a sad case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You-know-who made us pair up with someone of the opposite gender.                  &gt;:/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess who I got?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That same guy I had to do Shalom with &lt;strong&gt;three bloody times&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so we're clear, I wasn't exactly having the best time of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vanessa, Amanda, Michelle, Jasmine and I were all complaining about the agony Marc was putting us through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt most bad for Jasmine though. She was paired up with Gerard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;em&gt;then, &lt;/em&gt;Marc announced that we were going to have to act out some skit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I asked my partner what we were going to do. I also asked him what he wanted to do, in case he had something in mind. He kept shrugging his shoulders and telling me he didn't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like URGH. First, you hold my hands with your sweaty ones three damn times, and now you are being so bloody uncooperative!!!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to sock him right there and then. I messaged Gill and expressed my fury to her. She said "hahahah" and told me, "show that you are pissed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big help, Gill is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He must've read my thoughts though, because in the end he wrote the whole script. Hahah. So he's pretty okay I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I saved us from doing the skit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brilliant, brilliant me.   x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father Val came during class. I suspect he was looking for Joachim. But too bad, he had to see Marc's face instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now here's a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gorgeous&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;face people are actually pleased and excited to see, and won't puke at the sight of.&lt;br /&gt;No, not me, silly. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Kaka'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt0NUajMx9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/tb0g0kNAlZo/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106252196883515346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt0NUajMx9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/tb0g0kNAlZo/s400/010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Woah look at that billion dollar smile Kaka's flashing. They should use him for a Colgate commercial soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt0NUajMx-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/2I0TkeouDXg/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106252196883515362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt0NUajMx-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/2I0TkeouDXg/s400/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;From left: Kaka', Maldini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Seerdorf, ZOMG! I thought Petr Cech was Prince William! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt0NCajMx7I/AAAAAAAAAI8/L-ODba5FI9k/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt0NCqjMx8I/AAAAAAAAAJE/OOzGo6tudV4/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt0MwajMx6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/PgYduSg6Mk8/s1600-h/0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106251578408224674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt0MwajMx6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/PgYduSg6Mk8/s400/0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Not the best picture, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;^but there's a resemblance don't cha think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt0K4ajMx4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/JbEjR4Q4epQ/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106249516823922562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt0K4ajMx4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/JbEjR4Q4epQ/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; (:  Handsome boy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt0KjajMx3I/AAAAAAAAAIc/9HjHlEV4o_E/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106249156046669682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt0KjajMx3I/AAAAAAAAAIc/9HjHlEV4o_E/s400/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Bravo for the hottest Club Footballer of the Year ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Becks is so desperate for a baby girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He said,"I'll be changing my diet and wearing tight pants (underwear)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And that bitch of Ryan Seacrest is so annoying. He wrote a love letter to Posh. Blech.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Becks appeared on Seacrest's breakfast radio show on Friday (31Aug07) and told the DJ he knew all about his plans to steal the Spice Girls star away for a weekend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Seacrest confessed, "I have a crush on your wife," prompting Beckham to remark, "I heard that. You offered to take her away for a few days... That's nice." Seacrest went on to explain, "I felt that you are in a very difficult profession and you need your rest... and you might need time alone just to focus and rehabilitate. "I would be willing to step in and donate my time and services to Victoria." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Good-natured Beckham laughed and said, "I'm sure you would," adding he had read a letter Seacrest had sent to his wife: "I would have done the same in your position, don't worry." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Becks is so nice and funny. I love him. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Cristiano, however, is a slutty whore. Apparently, he invited five prostitutes to travel almost 100km from Leeds to his mansion in Manchester for a six-hour romp with numerous United players. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://direct.ninemsn.com.au/scripts/accipiter/adclick/SITE=NEWS/AREA=SPORT/SUBSECTION=/LOC=TOP/AAMSZ=MEDIUM"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The report said the girls took pictures and partied naked with the players, including Brazilian Anderson, in the mansion's pool and Jacuzzi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Skank! A fugly* one at that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*I feel like Marie the Mean Girl when I use that word.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-2670219602576362825?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/2670219602576362825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=2670219602576362825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2670219602576362825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2670219602576362825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-here-without-you-baby-but-youre.html' title='I&apos;m here without you baby, but you&apos;re still on my lonely mind. I think about you baby, and I dream about you all the time.'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rt0Q2ajMx_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/njmnAIrGjOk/s72-c/1kaka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-7022214007160737784</id><published>2007-08-30T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:30:33.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well I've got something to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But you might laugh, joke or run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Coz I'm awkward and nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes I don't say much at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But if the rain must fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If I lose it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If the world comes down and takes any soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If the sky turns black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And there's no no way back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It won't matter much to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If I had you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All I need is your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All I need is your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH.&lt;br /&gt;Today was another funnaye day.&lt;br /&gt;But the funniest thing that happened, happened to the butt of all our jokes, Mopfreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just rained and we were going to hail a cab, so we were just walking down the wet stairs that leads to the road. Eugenia and I were being really careful, trying not to, y'know, slip.&lt;br /&gt;We were gripping the railings and all, even though they were like wet and gross.&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Marie &lt;em&gt;slip, &lt;/em&gt;and the next thing I knew she was on her ass and slided/bounced down 4 more steps! So I watched her.&lt;br /&gt;Her arms were in the air and her legs were apart as she was falling and her mop-hair was bopping up and down as she bounced down each step. Her expression was pretty blur and normal until she fell down the last of the 4 steps, when she scrunched up her face, according to Gill. She was probably anticipating the last step. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last step she just sat there. And waited. Hurhur. Probably wallowing in self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;Gill, Eugenia and I, however, were holding back our laughter. But we laughed like mad after that. We stared at her for about She was just &lt;em&gt;sitting there&lt;/em&gt;, and because she was carrying about 10 books, when she fell, everything fell everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I was the first one to go, "OMG."&lt;br /&gt;And the last one to help her. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow that was like the funniest shit ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, there's &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After she got off her ass and stopped whining about how her elbow hurt, she announced while we were still laughing hysterically, "I knew I was going to slip, fall and die!"&lt;br /&gt;Then, lo and behold, she really slipped on the last step of the flight of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also tripped when we were coming out of the toilet. I knew she was going to trip because she was like looking backwards and walking. I was watching her feet. And she finally tripped! Muahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS ARE OVERRR. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping for gifts, and I bought Kabul Beauty School! It's not the hard cover one and it's cheaper. Cool, eh? Ms Tay bought her hard cover one for like $43. And my non hard cover one has pictures in it! And it's like $31.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Kaka cut his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUNNERS ARE FAB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael and Marie are forcing me to watch Incredible Tales. I have a friggin weak heart luh!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm only watching cause of the ever so hot Utt!!&lt;br /&gt;Yum.&lt;br /&gt;Watching Hairspray tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh well dreams can come true if you know inside you really want them to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you can sit you can wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You can leave your fate in someone else's hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh but I, I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And nothing else can make me feel the way you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I'm waiting, I'm wishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That it's me you'll be holding tonight and every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-7022214007160737784?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/7022214007160737784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=7022214007160737784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7022214007160737784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/7022214007160737784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-ive-got-something-to-say-but-you.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-1021643961264961600</id><published>2007-08-25T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:29:08.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me, did you fall from a shooting star?</title><content type='html'>Break from studying.&lt;br /&gt;Finished History. Will continue with Science soon.&lt;br /&gt;Will do a bit of Geog tomorrow and will revise Chinese and Lit as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lit's&lt;/span&gt; on Monday! So scary! I fell like crying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catechism today.&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie is nice and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that Teacher was really upset with the class cause, well, they weren't listening to him.&lt;br /&gt;As usual. But he didn't do the usual 'keep-quiet-then-wait-for-them-to-shut-up' routine.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, he just...er....I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;But he was trying to get us to do a reflection. And the guys were like running around, playing, eating and shit.&lt;br /&gt;I was reflecting, okay!&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine was messaging and occasionally she'd ask me what were on the slides cause she can't see without her glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt quite sorry for him. He looked all sad and stuff. I wonder if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shouldve&lt;/span&gt; done something. Maybe I should have. But it's over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, however, he was happier. He asked if we were all like really tired. There was probably a really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;enthu&lt;/span&gt; vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did this activity thing and we had to make sentences sound nicer.&lt;br /&gt;Like for example, how to say, "You never tell me anything." in a nicer way.&lt;br /&gt;The nicer way would be, "You can tell me anything. You can trust me you know?"&lt;br /&gt;That sorta thing. We had to do it in groups and then present. So Jasmine and I decided that we'd do it, and then get the rest to present. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Muahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While discussing, Joachim came over. Jasmine bent our heads and looked at each other. We probably looked like we were still discussing it or something. Joachim stood in front of us for a while, then he said kinda warily, "I don;t mean to interrupt your private/personal discussion, but how is it going?"&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to laugh. I think I did.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when we had to present, they had to say the wrong answer first, then the right one.&lt;br /&gt;Joachim called,"Annabel's group?"&lt;br /&gt;So the presenter went "You make me mad when you do that." then, "You should not do that....."&lt;br /&gt;Joachim said, "And?"&lt;br /&gt;Presenter didn't have anything more to say and kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Joachim: "And Annabel didn't write an answer. Okay...., next one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;whaat&lt;/span&gt;?!, but I was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;. I don't really feel bad for the girl.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I feel bad for anyone that makes Cesc mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important!&lt;br /&gt;WHY YOU SHOULDN'T ANGER MY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CESC&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RtAaUqjMx2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/BjvLV4wujPw/s1600-h/207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102607320132405090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RtAaUqjMx2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/BjvLV4wujPw/s400/207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WHO THREW THIS PIECE OF CELERY AT ME??&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RtAaLqjMx1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/rcy9hOMqMik/s1600-h/208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102607165513582418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RtAaLqjMx1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/rcy9hOMqMik/s400/208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tell me celery. You know you can trust me...&lt;br /&gt;Who? *******?? That C*****a idiot?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna pound him!&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RtAaBqjMx0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/RgAkP6SD6lY/s1600-h/212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102606993714890562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RtAaBqjMx0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/RgAkP6SD6lY/s400/212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cesc&lt;/span&gt; will run at you like that. Oh the &lt;em&gt;horror&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RtAZOqjMxwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jBFSAIkiYp8/s1600-h/203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102606117541562114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RtAZOqjMxwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jBFSAIkiYp8/s400/203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And you better watch your back, cause.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RtAY_ajMxvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6vZMAgrzKpQ/s1600-h/209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102605855548557042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RtAY_ajMxvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6vZMAgrzKpQ/s400/209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he WILL pound you.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;kick&lt;/em&gt; you. Remember, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cesc&lt;/span&gt; likes kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RtAY26jMxuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BYrxz046FcY/s1600-h/210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102605709519668962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RtAY26jMxuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BYrxz046FcY/s400/210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and if you&lt;strong&gt; dare &lt;/strong&gt;to try a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Zizou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;headbut&lt;/span&gt;, you will fail in 2 ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RtAYvajMxtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DBfkw6QeKVg/s1600-h/211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102605580670650066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RtAYvajMxtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DBfkw6QeKVg/s400/211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can never be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Zizou&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Cesc will seriously rip you apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will kick you&lt;strong&gt; real hard&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you will look like this, (guy in black)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RtAWBajMxrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/HXBrGx8GOEQ/s1600-h/202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102602591373412018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RtAWBajMxrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/HXBrGx8GOEQ/s400/202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RtAV46jMxqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1GKY0ucPXqA/s1600-h/200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102602445344523938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RtAV46jMxqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/1GKY0ucPXqA/s400/200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Cesc&lt;/span&gt; goes, "NA NA NEE BOO BOO! You SUCK! 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and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cotton candy&lt;/span&gt; skies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And everytime you look my way I wish I had the guts to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There's something in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Something in your smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Something in the way you move me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You make me want to sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Make me want to dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Make me want to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm falling in love with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow. It's already Thursday. I'm super worried for exams next week. Eek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I scored 8 marks for my Home Ec practical! Woohoo! Gill too! We &lt;strong&gt;rock&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Starbucks on Tuesday was hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nuttaye had a voucher for a free drink so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nuttaye, me, and the rest of the gang bluffed 'Eugenia the blur' that it was "free day" that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And she was a little pissed that we didn't tell her earlier cause she already bought her potato salad which "sucked." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I told her, "You can go and get it now. Why don't you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nuttaye and all were like, "Yeah. Go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eugenia says okay and she gets up and walks toward the counter. I volunteer to follow her, bring my phone along and get ready to take a video. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hold my phone in front of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First she squints at the menu cause she couldn't see without her glasses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She thought I was taking a picture of her and got angry. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She finally decides on some chocolate thing and ordered it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then she says to the girl at the counter, "It's Free Day today, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Counter girl says, "Huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Another counter girl come to see what's going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm trying to contain my laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eugenia asks the both of them, "It's Free Day today, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Two Counter girls say, "What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eugenia asks again, "It's Free Day today, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Counter girls have really weird 'what-in-the-world-is-this-crazy-girl-talking-about' looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Counter girls say, "Noooo........"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eugenia says, "Oh okay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm laughing like crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eugenia looks at me and says, "Did you lie?!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I laugh and run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah I guess that was kinda mean. But it was uber funnaye. Heheheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I found out something really cool today. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Daily Star claims that '£40million Kaka drops Arsenal hint'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Apparently the Brazilian, regarded by many &lt;strong&gt;smart and wonderful&lt;/strong&gt; people as the best player on the planet right now, is a big fan of the Gunners and has been quoted as saying: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“I’d only ever join Arsenal in England. I love the way Arsenal play football. If I were to come to England I would like to play for Arsenal and Arsene Wenger because of their style of football.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;WOAHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If that happens it'll be the very best day of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I realise that almost every single one of my friends or people I know have said to me, "You're so/damn mean/bad!" before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Am I really such a terrible person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My sister always complains that I'm mean but in her case, it's just normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But like, I don't get it. What did I do wrong, eh? Even Rachael thinks I'm "mean". Like she isn't herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And Marie the self-proclaimed &lt;em&gt;Mean Girl &lt;/em&gt;has called me that many times too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I only don't remember Gloria and Gwen calling me mean/bad. Maybe Jasmine too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The rest I can't recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OMFG History test tomorrow! Better go study!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ARGH I didn't do art again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As my soul heals the shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will grow through this pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lord I'm doing all I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To be a better man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(or woman) :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-2765522916351317846?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/2765522916351317846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=2765522916351317846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2765522916351317846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2765522916351317846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/08/heaven-knows-im-falling-for-you-my.html' title='Heaven knows I&apos;m falling for you, my sweet embrace, Heaven knows I&apos;ve been waiting for you.'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-3437176866852301321</id><published>2007-08-19T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T13:18:02.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude Awakening</title><content type='html'>I think I should study harder starting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Shitface during mass just now.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew he was in the choir!!!!   :O&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I saw him while waiting to receive communion- again.&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving I saw him again. Exchanged smiles. I realise he always has the same smile. Somehow seeing him in church always puts a smile on my face. But I don't like him lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. He already belongs to you-know-who. Or rather, nobody-except-3-of-&lt;strong&gt;US&lt;/strong&gt;-know-who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gonna go study like I promised myself!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-3437176866852301321?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/3437176866852301321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=3437176866852301321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3437176866852301321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3437176866852301321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/08/rude-awakening.html' title='Rude Awakening'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-9071815478134647713</id><published>2007-08-18T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:48:36.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shalom, my good friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What have I got to do to make you love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have I got to do to make you care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do I do when lightning strikes me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wake to find that you're not there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, oh no. Ms Bev's leaving for NY tomorrow. Mr.Chew left yesterday. And I forgot! I was all hyped up about Henry's birthday. :/&lt;br /&gt;And some stupid people told me Sam Young's birthday is on August 15th, when I always thought it was 11. Then when 15th came, some people told me that her birthday's on the 11th. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat class was funny today.&lt;br /&gt;We combined classes. Hahah. Rachael is loud. Like nobody knew &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Joachim wore a funny Malay shirt thing today. Or is it Indian? I'm not sure. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;At first when I saw him I thought he was wearing a dress. Then when I went closer I saw that it was a long shirt...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to be so direct, but I looked at him and said, "What are you &lt;em&gt;wearing&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;And he said something about feeling like it's Racial Harmony or something.&lt;br /&gt;But I think that the shirt's nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lesson was about listening. Easy, but Rachael and Jasmine made it difficult. &lt;em&gt;Especially&lt;/em&gt; Rachael. I think Jasmine likes Shitface. Shh. We made a deal among the 3 of us to not talk about each other's 'whatchacallthem's. :) Rachael's the only one with 3! Hahah. She walked into class today and some guy, I think Moses, went, "Wah, Terror come already."&lt;br /&gt;I laughed. I think he likes her. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a Friendship dance in class today. It was easy.&lt;br /&gt;We had to form two circles. One inside of the other. The inside circle moves to the right so we change partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a song that went along with the dance that goes like this,&lt;br /&gt;"Shalom, my good friend, Shalom, my good friend. Shalom, Shalom. God's peace be with you, God's peace be with you. Shalom, Shalom."&lt;br /&gt;Easy as pie! By the way, for the clueless, Shalom means peace.&lt;br /&gt;Cept I had to hold hands with sweaty palmed boy 3 times! Eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do the dance with any more guys other than him. Hahah. Only Joachim. And the girls.&lt;br /&gt;Joachim was being funny and before we did the Shalom my good friend he looked at me and said, "My blood vessel's gonna burst already."&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; stupid, but I didn't really get it at first.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, man! If blood vessels could burst that easily I would've lost all of 'em by now. Kaka', Cesc, Zizou, Henry, Theo and all those hotties would be the culprits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right Dear teacher is going to the army soon and I asked him if I can have his Zidane jersey if he dies. Kinda mean, eh? :(&lt;br /&gt;He said something like, " Woah. I know I curse you to die before lah, but that was accidental. Hahah. Sorry, If I die, I'll die in the jersey. :)"&lt;br /&gt;:( So that's bad news for me. I was like, Oh dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for today.&lt;br /&gt;I told Ms Bev to get hooked with a hot New Yorker in NY. And make the Singaporean guy jealous.&lt;br /&gt;She said that I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-9071815478134647713?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/9071815478134647713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=9071815478134647713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/9071815478134647713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/9071815478134647713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/08/shalom-my-good-friends.html' title='Shalom, my good friends.'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-6936472411966277749</id><published>2007-08-17T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:29:09.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HENRY DE THIERRY DE JOYEUX ANNIVERSAIRE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Happy Birthday Thierry Henry in french. I think. I don't actually speak the beautiful language. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Happy 30th Birthday Mr. Thierry Daniel Gorgeous Henry! He's born on August 17th 1977.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of him talking. It's a bit weird. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsWdmKjMxkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zmFQG2OiWK4/s1600-h/127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099655432059536962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsWdmKjMxkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zmFQG2OiWK4/s320/127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went for lunch then Starbucks today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo. Fridays with no training ROCK THE SHIT OUTTA ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right. Becks scored for LA Galaxy yesterday. I like him and all, but like, it's about time!&lt;br /&gt;2-0 win against DC! Muahahahaha. He also set up the 2nd goal. GO BECKS!&lt;br /&gt;I love Romeo Beckham. SO cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;BUT I love Theo Zidane MOREMOREMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsWWlKjMxjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8nmdcqUHg_I/s1600-h/126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099647718298273330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsWWlKjMxjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8nmdcqUHg_I/s320/126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only you have that magic technique, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you sway I go weak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-6936472411966277749?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/6936472411966277749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=6936472411966277749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/6936472411966277749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/6936472411966277749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/08/henry-de-thierry-de-joyeux-anniversaire.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsWdmKjMxkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zmFQG2OiWK4/s72-c/127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-1018501614717671749</id><published>2007-08-15T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:29:12.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody put up your hands, say, "I don't wanna be in love, I don't wanna be in love."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;These are the pictures Nuttaye and I took of &lt;strong&gt;Julia Chow's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disgusting&lt;/strong&gt; mouldy&lt;/span&gt; sandwich. :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You have been warned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLEpK-eNwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/h12pAJpfDvA/s1600-h/DSC01918.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098853939736884994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLEpK-eNwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/h12pAJpfDvA/s400/DSC01918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLEZK-eNvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dquZblttY9Q/s1600-h/DSC00187.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098853664858978034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLEZK-eNvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dquZblttY9Q/s400/DSC00187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Up close! Blech. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Revolting, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's look at some eye canday instead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Drum roll please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLEGq-eNuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LFDGiZmyJMs/s1600-h/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098853347031398114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLEGq-eNuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LFDGiZmyJMs/s400/111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Ooh everybody wants Kaka'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLEAK-eNtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/b00Nz3xS3YY/s1600-h/124.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098853235362248402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLEAK-eNtI/AAAAAAAAAE8/b00Nz3xS3YY/s400/124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Uber cute Theo Walcott at, uhm, Alan Ball's funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLD26-eNsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pAGQBs3NWZ4/s1600-h/125.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098853076448458434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLD26-eNsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pAGQBs3NWZ4/s400/125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Theo and his sis Holly at the Spider-man 3 premiere. Aww..he's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLDvq-eNrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LH1qrcIxzRc/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098852951894406834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLDvq-eNrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LH1qrcIxzRc/s400/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Mr. Oh-so-handsome at the Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix premiere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLDoq-eNqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_mtaxQjdADc/s1600-h/121.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098852831635322530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLDoq-eNqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_mtaxQjdADc/s400/121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Woah, not only is van Persie so ultra hot, he scored a goal and lifted Theo off the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLDga-eNpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wUPOvkXjZf4/s1600-h/120.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098852689901401746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLDga-eNpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wUPOvkXjZf4/s400/120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Look who we have here.....Zidane! And Shoemarker!(Shumacher) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLDY6-eNoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/F-a2xHKoiis/s1600-h/119.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098852561052382850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLDY6-eNoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/F-a2xHKoiis/s400/119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Two pictures of Two gorgeous men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLDRK-eNnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JedsvieMLAw/s1600-h/118.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098852427908396658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLDRK-eNnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JedsvieMLAw/s400/118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Check out Kaka's eyelashes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLDCK-eNmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/npgSmcmHJRg/s1600-h/114.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098852170210358882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLDCK-eNmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/npgSmcmHJRg/s320/114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Desperado(in white), why won't you come to your senses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLC6a-eNlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NGpkE-peze8/s1600-h/112.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098852037066372690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLC6a-eNlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NGpkE-peze8/s400/112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; How exciting ;) &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLCrK-eNjI/AAAAAAAAADs/vstzqxOygt0/s1600-h/115.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098851775073367602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLCrK-eNjI/AAAAAAAAADs/vstzqxOygt0/s320/115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Ah, so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLCg6-eNiI/AAAAAAAAADk/ox3wzbnBzQY/s1600-h/116.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098851598979708450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLCg6-eNiI/AAAAAAAAADk/ox3wzbnBzQY/s320/116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Everyone's so happy to see Kaka'! 'Cept for that bitchy security guard....Act tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Promenade tomorrow. Can't wait to see Mervelle and Qistina perform. Muahahahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is 3 days late, but Miami Ink on Sunday was hilarious! Garver helped Yoji paint Sydney's roon and as a joke, he painted a small-ish pic of Darren's head. Hahahah. Bridget thought it was "cute". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;There was one woman who went to Ami to get a cover-up tattoo to cover-up this hideous cheshire cat on her lower calf. She covered it up with one of Ami's beautiful coyfish. She said that she bet Ami wasn't in a relationship. Then Ami said he was, in fact, in a relationship....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;with himself. A very good one, he said. He also said,"I take myself to that special place everyday." with that smile on his face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The woman was like, "Okay, that's T.M.I."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ami replied, "A-M-I, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;And when that woman left, Ami said, still with that Ami smile on his face, "I can't wait not to see you again." with enthusiasm. Oh Ami, you're so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;He even did that uppercut-like movement that Dear Teacher always used to do. I don't think he does it anymore. Now he rubs his stomach while he talks. It's quite funny. Maybe I should ask him about it. Tabitha says that tall poeple do it alot to straighten their clothes. But, er, he's not very tall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was so relieved when Arsenal beat Fulham on Saturday. Fulham scored really early. But van Persie scored! What could be better than that?! Actually, Cesc scoring would be better. But, oh well! :D I'm happy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We started off badly. I HATE the Fulham keeper. And besides myself and Sam, does anyone else detest the Football Channel commentators?! Like, seriously. Be more positive, guys! Urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, the Comeback Kings striked again! And again! And ended up winning 2-1! Which is a veryveryvery good thing. Like Arsene Wenger said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"To lose that game on Sunday would certainly have been a big blow to the team because everybody would be talking about Thierry Henry's departure. A defeat would have hit our confidence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I so agree. But we proved them wrong! Woohoo! I think now, in a way, Arsenal play better than last time after Henry left. Like because the big star is gone, everybody steps out from under his shadow? A little something like that. I'm not saying I'm sure about this, but it is a little true. They have been playing quite well. It's only the 1st League game but what the hell. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eduardo is cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was not stressed on Sunday because I felt that the players would give everything to win. And as long as you have that in the team, and you have quality on the pitch, you always have hope."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Arsene Wenger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-1018501614717671749?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/1018501614717671749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=1018501614717671749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1018501614717671749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1018501614717671749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/08/everybody-put-up-your-hands-say-i-dont.html' title='Everybody put up your hands, say, &quot;I don&apos;t wanna be in love, I don&apos;t wanna be in love.&quot;'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RsLEpK-eNwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/h12pAJpfDvA/s72-c/DSC01918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-8462427844882462684</id><published>2007-08-13T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T16:39:19.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't believe that anybody, feels the way I do, about you now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had to do the cha-cha thing for PE again today. Wei Jia, Gwen and I got called to the front because we weren't doing it right or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The bloody instructor is so friggin annoying. GAH. She kept telling Gwen not to place her heel on the floor, "Your HEEL. You know what's your heel?!" Gwen, I guess, got irritated and she went, "&lt;em&gt;What&lt;/em&gt;!" and the way she said it was so damn hilarious I was &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; close to bursting out lauging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I still hate the mofo instructor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today after the oily-faced-Marie-hairstyle woman left the classroom, Gwen decided to show us her 7 day old muffin that was left under her table. It had all that gross fuzzy fungi all over it. However, her muffin wasn't the worst case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Somebody remembered that Julia Chow left her sandwich under her table for &lt;strong&gt;damn&lt;/strong&gt; long and took the lunchbox out. Then I forgot &lt;em&gt;who &lt;/em&gt;opened the lunchbox and it was so uber gross inside!!! Some of us were screaming beacause it looked &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; disgusting. Like, seriously. The sandwich was green, black and fuzzy! Most interesting of all, there was like alot of white cotton-like stuff on one side of it. Chloe was holding the open lunchbox and some weirdo knocked it out of her hand. The sandwich fell onto the floor and almost &lt;strong&gt;everybody&lt;/strong&gt; started screaming. Nuttaye and I both took pictures. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I shall put them up next time since I'M BEING RUSHED OFF THE COMPUTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;GRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Gill asked Julia what the filling of the sandwich was but she couldn't remember because it was three weeks old. Bleh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-8462427844882462684?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/8462427844882462684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=8462427844882462684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8462427844882462684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8462427844882462684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-believe-that-anybody-feels-way-i.html' title='I don&apos;t believe that anybody, feels the way I do, about you now.'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-3169844637159582827</id><published>2007-08-09T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:27:48.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck too hard on your lollipop, oh, love's gonna get you down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm watching The Simpsons tomorrow! Woohoo! &lt;em&gt;Finally&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had lunch with Ms Bev at NYDC Heeren yesterday. It was fun, I guess. She said she felt like a "babysitter" with a bunch of 13 year olds. I feel &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; young. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to chill at Starbucks after lunch and I saw my cousin! Again! Figures, cause well, he works next door. The only thing seperating Starbucks and his office is a a lousy glass wall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So I waved to him. And he waved back. He asked if we wanted drinks. I said no. Then Rachael, Gill, Gwen, Eugenia and shit were like, "I want a mango-passionfruit frapp!" "I want a java chip frapp!" I want this I want that. And they wanted me to get my cousin's attention because they wanted free drinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;At that point in time my cuz was talking to his colleague with his back facing us but we were in clear view of his colleague. So my stupid friends with hyperactive joints waved their hyperactive arms at the colleague. Rachael was almost out of her seat. And so the colleague smiled and waved. We were all laughing because my they were trying to get my cuz's attention, not his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, my cousin noticed and asked again if I wanted drinks and my friends were like, "Say YESSS!" So I said okay. He bought 2 mango-passionfruit frapps and 3 java chip frapps and a choc eclair. I felt so bad. I offered to pay but he said it's okay and that he has discount there. SO, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I found out that he has 50% off. Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I saw some pics of PeanutButter and I realise that sometimes I find him really cute, and sometimes not so. And Mervelle said that he has a kinda xD face. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so totally &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;agree! It's really cute. I realised Jam is ugly. Which left me with the question; What the hell was I thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sick. I have a cold and a sore throat. Sucks to be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I realise that some guys are getting &lt;strong&gt;gay&lt;/strong&gt;er and &lt;strong&gt;gay&lt;/strong&gt;er. Maybe it's just me, I don't know. But let's take PeanutButter for my first example. He likes manga and anime and all that crap. I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; anime. Okay maybe that's not an entirely gay thing. But I detest it anyhow. Er, okay, my unspecified cousin. His mobile's wallpaper is a squirrel, and his display picture on MSN is a bloody baby penguin. I love my cousin though. By the way, he's more than 10 years older than I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, how about Marie's well-publicised love interest? I will not mention names here. He has countless pictures of kittens in cups and puppies in hotdog buns on his Friendster profile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;And the worst one of all, my cousin who's 15 this year. He sings Polly Pocket theme songs while visiting the Polly Pocket website. Again, no names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna drink Boost tomorrow. Yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday while Gwen, Gloria and Eugenia went into Mango, Gill and I sat at Maccas drinking iced lemon tea and eating passionfruit Gelatissimo. Then this woman, whom Gill thought and still thinks is a man, wearing a tight white tee with no bra sits at the tables next to us. 5 minutes later she's feeding the pigeons and Gill and I have our feet up on the chairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Like, EW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then the two Indian guys sitting behind us get &lt;em&gt;inspiration&lt;/em&gt; from her and start to feed them too and I am entirely grossed out. The bloody birds are &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I try to give the woman one of those dagger-eyed looks but she just smiles at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-3169844637159582827?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/3169844637159582827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=3169844637159582827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3169844637159582827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3169844637159582827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/08/suck-too-hard-on-your-lollipop-oh-loves.html' title='Suck too hard on your lollipop, oh, love&apos;s gonna get you down.'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-139223064654364734</id><published>2007-08-07T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T19:57:33.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whoo today was just &lt;em&gt;hilarious&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, during RME, we had to watch that video in the AVA room again. We were kinda late and we were moving our chairs around so we could like sit together. It was dark and one of us, er I forgot who, moved the chair Mervelle was going to sit in but Mervelle didn't know! She didn't even look to see if there was a chair behind her when she sat down. So in true slow motion, Mervelle was in the dark, carrying her science books and she was in that sitting position slowly bending her knees more and more to sit down, then PLONK! she fell on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;It was so friggin funny cause she did it &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; slowly and before we knew it, she was on her ass and we were all trying to contain our laughter cause there were 2 teachers in the room with a few other classes in the otherwise totally quiet room. I am laughing my head off as I am typing this. I laugh equally hard everytime I repeat this story. Which is about 5 times today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe was hyperventilating during RME. It was so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Champ didn't come for Science lesson today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some teacher took over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was telling the class to keep quiet and for some weird reason she was using one of those small microphones to talk to us. And it was plugged into &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all sitting on the floor near Mervelle's tables and we were trying to contain our laughter as best as we could. It was already so damn difficult and Gill's face and my face were turning red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was like burying their faces in their hands and laps trying not to laugh but the ever so smart Gwen just had to sit up and say, "&lt;strong&gt;Your microphone's not on&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what the hell. The poor teacher kept quiet and I tried to keep my laughter to the minimum. Gloria shot Gwen her angry 'what-were-you-thinking' look. And she gave &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gwen a scolding after that. Gloria, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gill, Eugenia and I went to Starbucks just now and while we were sharing my cookie and Gill's mango-passionfruit frapp, this RI or RJC boy came up to us and said, "Can I have your numbers?"&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us were like WTF. I thought maybe he was doing a survey or something and I was waiting for him to continue.&lt;br /&gt;Eugenia went,"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;The guy said, "Like your handphone numbers. If you have."&lt;br /&gt;Gill went, "&lt;em&gt;Nooo&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Oh, okay. Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he walked away. We were laughing after that and discussed it for at least half and hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny shit.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, finally, lunch with Ms Bev tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And it's National Day.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go decide what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;Eek!&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/7043359372798644361-139223064654364734?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/139223064654364734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=139223064654364734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/139223064654364734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/139223064654364734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/08/funny-shit.html' title='Funny shit'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-6590028897538091669</id><published>2007-08-02T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:30:45.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything you can do I can do BETTER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm superior, you're inferior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm the big attraction, you're the small. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm the major one, you're the minor one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can beat you shootin', that's not all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anything you can do, I can do better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can do any thing better than you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No you can't. Yes I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No you can't. Yes I can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No you can't. &lt;strong&gt;Yes I can, yes I can.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mervelle bought Gill and I Ang Ku Kueh today. :D Yum.&lt;br /&gt;I had math tuition with Gill at the library today. Eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking to the interchange with Mervelle, Gwen and Gill just now, Gwen asked Gill, "How come you change bags everyday?"&lt;br /&gt;Gill replied, "No I don't. It's because I hate all my bags. My sisters have cool bags. And I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt; bags."&lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit, Gill's Gravis bag is "pretty cool", in the words of Chris 'Garvy'. Yoji called him that once and I like it. I saw a hot guy in the train carrying a red Gravis messenger bag. It was nicer. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gill and I scored FULL MARKS for our cupcakes today! Full marks once again! Our cupcake were undeniably the prettiest looking ones among all the 50g of butter people. Everyone else's chocolate chips melted and dissolved into the cupcakes, except for ours! Gill and I are SO the ultimate pros!&lt;br /&gt;Gwen and Rachel took out cupcakes form our lunchboxes from which we present our food and passed off &lt;strong&gt;our &lt;/strong&gt;cupcakes as theirs and they scored 9 out of 10 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went up to Gill and said, "We got 9. So you should have gotten 9 too."&lt;br /&gt;Gill replied, "NO. We got TEN."&lt;br /&gt;I said to Gill, "Y'know what? I think it's just us." The teacher probably likes us better even though she claims that we talk alot.&lt;br /&gt;I high five Gill and Gwen says, " It's just your lunchboxes &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, Gwen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is dancing in front of the mirror with her pink towel.&lt;br /&gt;Argh I forgot to do art! D:&lt;br /&gt;I'm so deaddddd. I have no black paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygosh. Real Madrid are willing to pay like 90 million euros for Kaka'! The rich asses. Actually Kaka's worth &lt;strong&gt;much&lt;/strong&gt; more. He's &lt;em&gt;priceless&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're watching The Simpsons On Wednesday of everything goes as planned. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;excited&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the song Keep On Movin' by the old boyband 5ive. It's &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; boyband-ish but I like it. Hahah. I always smile when I see the video. :)&lt;br /&gt;The guy who sings the "When the rainy days are dying, Gotta keep on keep on trying, All the bees and birds are flying Never let go gotta hold on in, Non-stop till the break on dawn'in, Keep movin', Don't stop rocking." part is gorgeous. Or &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;But the guy who sings the "aahhhhhhh" part is damn scary. His eyes are like damn blue and WOAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the 2002 World Cup version before. I wonder if I get my hands on it. It's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utt is hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-6590028897538091669?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/6590028897538091669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=6590028897538091669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/6590028897538091669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/6590028897538091669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/08/anything-you-can-do-i-can-do-better.html' title='Anything you can do I can do BETTER.'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-101515178902912373</id><published>2007-08-01T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:29:12.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGUST FIRST!    "Augustus Gloop Augustus Gloop." I &lt;3 Willy Wonka.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is an uber cute picture of Kaka'.&lt;br /&gt;Look! He's wearing that Chinese &lt;em&gt;cheongsam&lt;/em&gt; thing that Chinese people wear on Chinese New Year! It's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I love red. I was laughing at his adorable-ness when I first saw this picture. I just HAD to put this picture up! And he's doing that thing with his hands. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RrBLRK-eNeI/AAAAAAAAADE/8TEkuxrTXyM/s1600-h/kaka144.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093653936932271586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RrBLRK-eNeI/AAAAAAAAADE/8TEkuxrTXyM/s320/kaka144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Gorgeous Brazilian boy posing as an Asian boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was kinda-sorta funny. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During recess Marie finally told Gill and stuff that her party's cancelled. They got a bit angry and Gill was like, "What if I like, cancelled my aunt's... baby's... birth party or something?!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, "Huh? What's that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Marie keeps apologising to Gill and the rest. I leave to buy a piece of watermelon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I come back, Rachael grabs my hand and says Marie is crying. I'm like, What the hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I go sit next to Marie and her arms are folded on the table and she rests her head upon then and she's sobbing like crazy. We're all like, "Marie! Why're you crying??" We all try to comfort her and stuff. I offer her some watermelon, Gill offered her some too and Rachael offered her some weird shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Gwen saw us asking Marie if she wanted food and she went, "Oh man, I wish I could cry. Then everybody will give me food." I laughed like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But Marie declines everything and she doesn't say anything. Urgh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After 5 minutes, Gill and I decide to buy another piece of watermelon, and when we come back, Rachael grabs my arm again and says, "Marie said I'm annoying."&lt;br /&gt;I go, "Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She goes, "I don't know. Whatever. I have to go. Tell her I'm sorry for being annoying. Tell her later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rachael leaves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sit down next to Marie and she's done crying. Gwen puts her two unwanted and uneaten triangles of bread from her sandwiches and wraps it in the clingfoil it came in. She starts offering everybody, "You want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're all like, "&lt;em&gt;Ew&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And she says," But it's &lt;em&gt;handmade, &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;yummy&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What the hell? Which sandwhiches are &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;handmade?", I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Err..... I don't know! :D Hahah." says Gwen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I look at Marie. She starts talking to me and then I say, "Rachael says she's sorry for being annoying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Almost immediately, Rachael comes back because she forgot her books. Marie grabs Rachael's pinafore and goes, "Sorry! Sorry! You're not annoying!!!" Rachael trys to squirm away but Marie's grip is tight. After a while of pulling, tugging, and a whole lot of whining, Rachael finally gives in and says, "Okay! Fine! Stop pulling my pinafore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First Marie looks alright. She almost smiles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then suddenly she moans, "You all make me feel so &lt;em&gt;baaadd&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And her whole face goes red and she sits behind me and starts crying on my back. Like, really really ohmygosh crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm like, WHAT THE HELL?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The mood change was so drastic and everybody else's jaws were like at their feet. I try so hard not to laugh but I laugh anyway and so does Gwen, Mervelle, Gill and Gloria. We're all like WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I laugh so hard no sound comes out, and Gill tries to cover up my laughter by saying, "Ah Marie, see! You're making Annabel cry now. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I laugh even harder and Rachael slaps my arm. Like, OW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt;, she stops crying. And all this happens in a matter of minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I ask her if she's PMSing and she laughs. Or at least it looked like she was laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ac Milan beat Lecco 4-0! Kaka' impressed &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; scored a goal! Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;"Scoring and winning is always a pleasure", the Brazilian said to Milan Channel. "Winning friendlies is also important, it's good for the morale and our self-confidence. Besides, for me there are no friendlies, I try to play every game to my best, as if it were a final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;"Until today we have had a good first part of the preparations, which we were not able to do last year; my condition is good, but there's still a lot of room for improvement".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Last year Milan also played a friendly against Lecco, which they won 2-0; scoring twice as many goals this time could be a good omen for next season, as Kaká agreed: "Yes, let's hope the trophies will double as well. Last year I couldn't be here, this year I managed to play, I feel very good: it's important to be with the team from the start, and take part in all the trainings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go Kaka'! :) &lt;em&gt;Kaka o Meravigliao!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mervelle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want my Ang Ku Kueh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You better remember, babeS! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw Michelle Kang today. :0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's in a full green uniform, just like Rachel said she was. She's still using her same old orange bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Home Ec tomorrow! We're making cupcakes! Yum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;([] Cupcakes! {[]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-101515178902912373?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/101515178902912373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=101515178902912373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/101515178902912373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/101515178902912373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/08/august-first-augustus-gloop-augustus.html' title='AUGUST FIRST!    &quot;Augustus Gloop Augustus Gloop.&quot; I &lt;3 Willy Wonka.'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RrBLRK-eNeI/AAAAAAAAADE/8TEkuxrTXyM/s72-c/kaka144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-2468693896567799088</id><published>2007-07-31T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:25:07.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Ang Ku Kueh</title><content type='html'>Ooh Ahh it's the last day of July.&lt;br /&gt;It was Caroline's birthday on the 27th. She turned 20. Hip hip hooray.&lt;br /&gt;Cat&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; class last week was alright. We watched a video on communism in North Korea. I was like, WOAH. They are made to worship their leader like hell. I was going to tell Gill about it, but she already knew quite a fair bit. I was kinda suprised. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh YAY! Arsenal won the PSG and Inter Milan matches over the weekend! Woohoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go Gunners!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mannn, Ms Beverly is leaving on Friday. ); Sad, sad. &lt;strong&gt;I love Ms Bev.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you ever read this, Ms Beverly, you know I'm the best! Hurhur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Marie's supposed to be having her party this Saturday. But due to her rebellious ways, the party has been postponed twice and then canceled. I don't wanna go for cat class this week. I still feel bad about being noisy during class. At least twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jasmine was writing a letter to herself and I really really wanted to read it. How was I to know that she would scream so friggin loudly, and leap across mine and Rachael's seat to get it back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really really really like Joachim's Frenchie Zidane jersey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want it really really really badly. It's gorgeous. It's the old one, I think. I don't know if it's available in stores anymore. Oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They say the new Geog teacher sucks. Well, we shall see tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss Mr. Chew and his lion hair, his uber strong Hugo Boss cologne, and his weirdo/lame/funny-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miami Ink's on now. I think it's the 3rd time I've watched this episode. The one where Ami pulls poor Yoji's pants down. His boxers too. Sigh. Yoji is the butt of all their jokes. Get it? Butt? Pulls down his pants? Hahahahahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love this episode LOADS!! Ami demands toilet paper that smells like roses or something and he gets Yoji to bring them(Him and Nunez) the toilet paper they're currently using and he feels it. He says it's good, it's soft and that only the executives can use it. Meaning him and Chris Nunez. Ami is so sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is ALSO the episode where the store is like doing really well and Ami buys a new car with the money, and he gets a bit annoyed with Nunez because HE uses his money to huy new sneakers. They were damn nice though. He bought a pair of red Nike Dunks to go with his red shirts, amongst some other shoes, because he was talking to Darren about it and he claimed he had no red shoes to go with his red shirts. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ami heard what they were saying and he commented that they were like a bunch of teenage girls at the mall talking about clothes. Oh Ami, you're so funny. He bought a Barracuda, i think. It's gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Argh talking to Gill is making me more like her. I especially hate the "Get it, get it?" part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ang Ku Kueh's just cute, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think Ami is beautiful. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-2468693896567799088?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/2468693896567799088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=2468693896567799088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2468693896567799088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2468693896567799088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-3-ang-ku-kueh.html' title='I &lt;3 Ang Ku Kueh'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-1102248788249044902</id><published>2007-07-27T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:58:29.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChickenNutBread</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watching Miami Ink now!&lt;br /&gt;My mom said that my Ami baby is fat. :( He is so not. &lt;em&gt;Please. &lt;/em&gt;He like works out and he goes fighting! He's so muscular. Kinda. His arms are so &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Chris Nunez is so good looking. The ladies' man. He's lived in Ecuador and Brazil before. So cool. I thought his sis would be hotter, but she's so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie, Nuttaye and I stole Gill's shoe today. I pulled it off her foot and ran out of class. It was revenge for the time during Science when SHE stole my shoe and put it under Mervelle's table which was all the way across the science lab. I was so scared of Ms Champ. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so the 3 of us were threatening to throw her shoe into the bin. We were dangling her shoe at the bin and she was whining and whining. But it was drizzling so we ran into the rain with the shoe trying to collect some water, and she whined even more. Then we ran across to 1/8 and we gave Rachael the shoe to stuff in her locker. And we went back to Gill with no shoe. Hahah. We thought it was funny until we saw that Gill's eyes were like &lt;strong&gt;red and teary&lt;/strong&gt;. I was like, ohmygosh. The 3 of us were all like, "Ohmygosh!"&lt;br /&gt;So we ran back to retrieve the shoe and returned it to her. She was still crying. We were all still in shock. like, :0&lt;br /&gt;We asked her why she cried and she said, "I don't know why I cried either! My shoes were like $75 and I was so scared that we'd be late for English!! The I started whining and suddenly all the tears came out."&lt;br /&gt;Boy, that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Mr Seb Chew's last day.&lt;br /&gt;He treated us to Canadian Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;We took a group picture. I'll put it up soon. I look fugly though.&lt;br /&gt;After 10 boxes of pizza were demolished he asked us to help him clear the table a little, so Tabitha and I were stacking the boxes and I carried all of them to Mr Chew and asked him what he wanted me to do with them.&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me and after a while he goes, "Wait wait. Stay there. I wanna take a picture of you." and he takes out his camera from his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;I was like What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even smile in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It's kinda weird. I miss Mr Chew already. I can almost smell his ultra pungent cologne.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugo? Just a fragrance; the rest is up to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. It's 12 am now and Miami Ink's over. I gotta wake up at 6am tomorrow, for the bloody CIP thing, so I shall go crash now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Gill's chicken nut bread joke is funny. I dedicate this post to the chickennutbread joke. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.... &lt;em&gt;Me&amp;amp;MrJames &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-1102248788249044902?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/1102248788249044902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=1102248788249044902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1102248788249044902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1102248788249044902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/07/chickennutbread.html' title='ChickenNutBread'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-6533667890777752451</id><published>2007-07-26T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:47:42.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow, this opportunity, once in a lifetime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Dear Teacher!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) (Although you may never ever read this. &lt;em&gt;Ever&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Home Ec was damn fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gill and I both scored full marks. Muahahahahah. High five, baby!&lt;br /&gt;We made some chicken rice thingy and we were told to add one teaspoon of sesame oil, and Gwen being ever-so-blur(no offence), added one TABLEspoon of the damn oil and when Gill told me I so wasn't surprised. But THEN, Gwen kept saying it was really oily and, yeah, we all know she's on her, uhm, diet, if you can call it that, on account of how she vows not to eat at the start of every single recess then starts stealing food usually from Nuttaye, Marie and Gill. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the brilliant Gwen suddenly thought of a brilliant idea! She said, "Oh YEAH! I have my oil blotters!" And so she took out her grapefruit scented oil blotter sheets and started dabbing at the pieces of marinated chicken! Gill and I were like, OMG.&lt;br /&gt;She used one sheet and only after that realised that her chicken would be uhm, scented.&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to have such smart friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch The Simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygosh. Apparently now Lindsay Lohan, whom "Mary Phua" plain adores, made a bet with her other skanky friends that she can sleep with Becks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Sun, Lohan bet her friends about $50,000 that she could sleep with David before December. Says an insider, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;Lindsay and her pals have been talking about the Beckhams' arrival non-stop. They all reckon David is gorgeous and Lindsay set the challenge to get stuck in. The rich girls all want to meet Becks."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what the hell, who SAYS that? Oh yeah, Lindsay Lohan.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. I thought she was going to jail or something?&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;That is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; un-fetch.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Marie, for insulting your LiLo, but using "fetch" does not mean I'm supporting your perpetual use of the word either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Cher Professeur de 19ème anniversaire heureux!&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/7043359372798644361-6533667890777752451?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/6533667890777752451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=6533667890777752451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/6533667890777752451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/6533667890777752451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-only-get-one-shot-do-not-miss-your.html' title='You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow, this opportunity, once in a lifetime.'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-1625200180256790000</id><published>2007-07-25T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T20:09:11.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep waking up without you here, another day, another year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I walked home with "Mary Phua" today. She is by far the most egotistical &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;dumb&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;person I've ever met. But don't worry Marie, I love you wORxxx. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaka not leaving &lt;/strong&gt;(surprise, surprise)&lt;br /&gt;Milan - Kaka said yesterday that he met with Real Madrid officials recently, although he has no intention of leaving AC Milan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I think it's only normal that Real is interested in me, that's how the market is,"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kaka said during a press conference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everybody should just QUIT this Kaka' moving to Real Madrid hype. If he's going to move, he'll move! But I don't think he will- he said it's unlikely himself- not this season anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Freddie Ljungberg leaves Gunners for West Ham. );&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Swede Ljungberg was unveiled as a £3m West Ham player after a decade as a Gunner yesterday and the sixth man to leave the Emirates this summer said: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Arsenal claimed that despite building a new stadium, we were going to stay on top. For me that hasn't happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Two years ago, when I signed my last contract, we talked a lot about whether we were going to be bringing in a lot of big players.&lt;br /&gt;"It was a difficult decision but when Thierry Henry left, it felt like the end. It's all a bit sad. I wanted to stay loyal but I felt it was time to go. We have let a lot of players leave."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Becks is no longer allowed to use his kangaroo skin boot in Cali anymore. California's highest court barred athletic shoe maker Adidas from selling shoes made from kangaroo leather in that state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Many versions of Adidas' Predator Football boot are made from kangaroo hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what the HELL. They have like a million billion kangaroos Down Under, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adidas claimed the state law conflicted with the aims of the US Endangered Species Act, which sought to support Australian efforts to control kangaroos.&lt;br /&gt;The expanding population of the jumping marsupials has become a problem for Australia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh, I miss Freddie already. Oh YES,&lt;/span&gt; about Kaka's younger bro, Rodrigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The 21-year-old defender underwent his first training for Milan yesterday, where he was visibly relishing the chance to play along side his &lt;strong&gt;much adored older brother&lt;/strong&gt; and boyhood idol Paolo Maldini.&lt;br /&gt;Milan had actually signed the lanky defender in 2005, but immediately sent him on loan to gain experience at Rimini, who have since been promoted to Serie B. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ooooh The Simpsons are opening tomorrow! D'oh, I don't know when I'll be able to watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr Sebastien Chew is leaving on FRIDAY. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well he was M.I.A. since Thursday till yesterday. BUT he came today for OUR lesson. Hahahah. He went uhm, somewhere. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He gave us a choice whether to have lessons today. :) No prizes for guessing what we picked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And he's going to treat us to lunch, I think, on Friday after school. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've got the Clapping Game Syndrome. :0&lt;br /&gt;So does Gwen, Nuttaye, Marie, Regina, and possibly Gill and Mervelle.&lt;br /&gt;Save us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-1625200180256790000?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/1625200180256790000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=1625200180256790000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1625200180256790000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/1625200180256790000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/07/keep-waking-up-without-you-here-another.html' title='Keep waking up without you here, another day, another year.'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-8924672898440653844</id><published>2007-07-21T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T20:28:28.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear teacher said something today that kinda got me thinking about stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was the last lesson about friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He said he had a past experience where he lost a best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When he first said that I thought he meant that his friend, like, died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But then he added that they fought over a small matter. A stupid thing. He was shaking his head and maybe sighing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next thing he says gets my full attention apart from &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;who kept giving me the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; flavoured sour Skittles because she hates &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; flavoured stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He said, "The best friend is not the perfect friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"If your friend fails you in some way, forgive them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He also added, "A good friend is one that is honest."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The class is ultra noisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"And that takes--- and that TAKES,  AND THAT TAKES..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everybody finally shuts up after he kinda-sorta scolds them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"And that takes courage to tell someone he's doing something wrong. We usually want to keep our friends and don't dare to tell them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And while I am challenged to eat two sour Skittles at once, I think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's what I had been trying to do, gathering up courage to tell her everything. And I did. But now some people aren't happy with that. She couldn't accept it and now I'm expected to apologise. Apologise for &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;, exactly? In what way did I wrong? By being honest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it's what Dear teacher says about the best friend not always being the perfect friend. I know that, but it's so difficult to even just be her &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt; now. Even an &lt;em&gt;acquaintance&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now that we're not talking it's easy, I guess. And it helps to know that I'm not the only one that feels this way. There are some who feel even more strongly than I do in some aspects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But this is still unresolved and some &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; people want me to solve it fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So if I don't dare to tell the person he's doing something wrong, but I keep the "friend", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is the alternative to tell the person and then lose the "friend"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This makes me want to confide in Dear teacher. He said something about a previous lesson where we said we could confide in him, in pets, in plants and all the other random stuff those retards think of. I don't know if I can do it though. Seeing as I don't know him very well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder if he'll think I'm a pathetic student ruining his day. But he's no Marc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh wells. To quote Coldplay's The Scientist;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-8924672898440653844?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/8924672898440653844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=8924672898440653844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8924672898440653844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8924672898440653844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/07/dear-teacher-said-something-today-that.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-337493378511575995</id><published>2007-07-20T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T17:45:58.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today's Racial Harmony Day and we kinda-sorta celebrated it in school. There was the food stuff and all that. Not many proper lessons, which is good, but we missed History. Ms Beverly said she was so irritated when she found out she wasn't going to teach us. Aww. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's Marie's birthday today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARIE CHUA CHU KANG! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We bought her a cake. Yum. And OMG the friggin idiots Gill and Rachael smeared the bloody cake on my face! It's not even my birthday. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had a fun day with the Awesome Foursome; Marie, Rachael, Gill and myself. We walked to the Interchange with Ms Bev, Gwen and Nuttaye. Headed to Orchard with them 'cept for Nut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH we saw Mr Ng at the MRT station. :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I bet with Gill a hundred bucks that he would alight at Orchard too, and true enough, he did! Apparently he was going to the MOE. He purposely went into the same carriage as us and Ms Bev used Rachael to block him from her. Hahah. When we got off the train we were standing around deciding where to ehad and he came up to us and shook his EZ link card at all of us and went, &lt;strong&gt;"From now on, you all must study hard." &lt;/strong&gt;We were like, &lt;strong&gt;"Uhhh okay.."&lt;/strong&gt; It was his last day but he's never taught us before. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we went to Taka where Ms Bev took off in her cab and us Awesome Foursome went to Yoshinoya for lunch. After that, we wanted to go to Starbucks. As we were walking we saw this kinda-sorta hot Caucasian guy with his Singaporean looking friends. He was tall. :) Marie turned back and gave me one of her looks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we just continued walking to Starbucks and suddenly, lo and behold, Gillian gets tapped on her shoulder! :O Hahah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was the friend of that Caucasian guy! Gill was shocked and paranoid as usual and she went, "OMG." I thought they were going to ask us to donate cash or something so I went, "Oh shit." I wanted to buy my Java chip Frapp!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But thankfully, they DIDN'T want money. They introduced themselves as a bunch of guys from RI and they wanted to interview us on our opinion on whether Singapore was an open society or whatever. Something along those lines. Gillian saw the Caucasian guy holding the video cam and she was like, "I don't want, I don't want!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought it was like going to be on TV and stuff but they said it's just within their classroom so we agreed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the guys, the interviewer, asked us something along the lines of, "Do you think Singapore is an open society?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All of us were like exchanging glances, being blur.(Rachael didn't really understand the question)Until Marie said,"No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The interviewer says, "Why do you think so?" At the same time they are egging us on for anyone of us to answer them. Then I say, "Like they're very conservative..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As soon as I give them that answer the Caucasian guy with the videocam and the interviewer both advance towards me and standing right in front of/next to me, I'm so freaked out. I go "omg" softly. And Gillian is laughing. The camera is right in my faec and I instinctively turn away and Gillian says, "Look away, look away!" Hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we go on to talk about how Singaporean look at Homosexuals and we say that when Singaporeans see like for example two guys holding hands on the street, they'll point and laugh and go, "Eeeee they're gay!" or something. Rachael mentions something about it being their culture and I say, "Really?" And she says, "Yeah. The Indians."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I never knew that, but I realise the interviewer is Indian. But I don't say anything, of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The interviewer asks us who we're comparing Singapore to when we say Singapore is not open. Rachael says, "Americans?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Interviewer says, "And have any of you been to America?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We all say no. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I suggest Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And so blahblahblah talktalktalk, and we're done. And they thank us and we go to Starbucks! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gill said she thinks they asked us because they knew we'd help them whereas most of the adults will decline. I think so too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At Starbucks, while I was queuing up for my Frapp they are some American guys buying some stuff and I'm talking to Marie. They leave and Marie orders. I spot something on the floor and it's a coin. I pick it up and inspect it. It's an American coin! It's only a cent, but I thought it was pretty cool. It's not every day I find coins on the floor anyway. Although I wish it were. So I keep it. Finders keepers, losers weepers! I try telling Marie about it but as I am doing it she is confused and instead of ordering an Ice blended Mocha and a chocolate eclair, she asks for an Ice Chocolate mocha and a blended eclair. The counter guy and I are like, "Huh?" And Marie is fustrated because I've confused her but I laugh and the counter guy laughs too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think we switched seats around the cafe 3 times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So while we're chilling, talking, laughing, Rachael suddenly shouts to me, "EH your cousin!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I turn and I see Fonzie! For the clueless, he's my 25 year old cousin, Alphonsus. I turn and I see him and yeah, obviously he sees me and he waves. I smile back. He is talking to his colleague at the counter. I go back to talking to the rest. After a few minutes I check my phone and besides a missed call and message from Sam, there's a message from Fonzie too and he asked me if I wanted anymore Starbucks drinks and to let me know, because he would get it for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought, Oh My Gosh, he's so nice. Rachael being ever so nosy looks at my message and goes, "OMG SO NIIICEEE!" I say, yeah he is. Gill snatches my phone and wants to tell him to buy lost of stuff. Marie suggested lots of cakes and rubbish. I snatch my phone back it time and tell him It's okay. :) Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a thoughtful cousin, I have. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Marie's postponed her party to next week so we're having it next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That means I have to go for cat class tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was looking forward to Sentosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just one more week! Starting the countdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-337493378511575995?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/337493378511575995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=337493378511575995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/337493378511575995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/337493378511575995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/07/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-8536882728397247718</id><published>2007-07-07T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T13:32:20.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIVE EARTH TODAY. 07-07-07 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;First post of July. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We bought a new striker! Eduardo de Silva. :D He's taken the shirt number 9. He can't replace Henry, because Henry is like the bestest ever, but whatever. We need a new signing. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just read Sam's Xanga and yes, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BCFERRS, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;we are, like, the best ever &lt;em&gt;partners-in-foozball-and-air-hockey&lt;/em&gt; baby. Next time, Gabriel and Amanda should think twice about trying to defeat the DYNAMIC DUO! So cheesy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's just be BCFerrs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh YES, Federer beat Ferrero "&lt;em&gt;Rocher&lt;/em&gt;" yesterday night! WHOO. He beat him 6-3 6-4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Monte Carlo final here we come! You're going DOWN, Nadal, you're going &lt;em&gt;DOWN&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Federer, Federer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;you are Betterer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;than all the other losererrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thinking about a pool/billiards/snooker date with Rachael, Marie, Rachel, Gillian, Mervelle and the others soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And Gill, I cannot let Mr Nice Guy steal you away from me! Can I call him Shonnah? OOh sounds like a girl's name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Watch this space for pool date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Or I can just let you know in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-8536882728397247718?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/8536882728397247718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=8536882728397247718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8536882728397247718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8536882728397247718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/07/live-earth-today.html' title=''/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-3995955995782377722</id><published>2007-06-26T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T19:03:28.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's back to school again   ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bad stuff: - Au revoir Henry  ): ): ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                  - Ms Champion's pissed with our class again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                  - Catechism starts this Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good stuff: - New Geography teacher, Mr Sebastien Chew (Ultra nice and kinda funny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                    - Ms Beverly's still here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                    - I LOVE SEXY AMI JAMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                    - Miami was ultra funny yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- The list below :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From Times Online&lt;br /&gt;June 20, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The world's top 50 footballers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can Kaka kick Cristiano into a cocked hat? Does Ronaldinho run rings around Rooney? Gabriele Marcotti picks the best players on the planet. Do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;Gabriele Marcotti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Gary Neville (Manchester United)&lt;br /&gt;A right back is admittedly an unusual choice, but Neville brings a host of intangibles to the table, from leadership to experience to consistency. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;49. Clarence Seedorf (Milan)&lt;br /&gt;You don’t win four Champions League crowns with three different clubs by accident. Perhaps he doesn’t turn it on as often as he once did, but his collection of rabbit’s feet alone makes him a worthwhile punt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;48. Jefferson Farfan (PSV Eindhoven)&lt;br /&gt;He gives you trickery, pace and width, plus a host of goals (42 in the Dutch league over the past two years, a remarkable total for a guy who is not a genuine centre forward). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;47. Phillip Lahm (Bayern Munich)&lt;br /&gt;Little Mr Consistency runs all day and is a reliable source of goal-saving tackles and pinpoint crosses. Arguably the best left back around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;46. Rodrigo Palacio (Boca Juniors)&lt;br /&gt;Probably the most reliable striker outside Europe. Something of a late bloomer, at 25 he’s really hitting his stride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;45. Diego (Werder Bremen)&lt;br /&gt;Stick him in the hole behind two strikers and watch him weave his magic. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He’s Kaka-lite (or, given his corpulent build, Kaka-heavy). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;44. Rino Gattuso (Milan)&lt;br /&gt;Steven Gerrard’s ghostwriters may not rate him, but most of the rest of us do. He runs himself into the ground, lifts the crowd and never gives up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;43. Hernan Crespo (Inter)&lt;br /&gt;139 goals in his past 209 league starts in Serie A and the Premiership tell only part of the story. His movement up front is also straight out of a footballing textbook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;42. Klaas-Jan Huntelaar (Ajax)&lt;br /&gt;By all accounts, he had a poor season - “just” 21 league goals (down from 33 last year). That says it all. Comparisons to Marco van Basten may be wide of the mark, but he’ll get you goals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;41. Alessandro Nesta (Milan)&lt;br /&gt;Now that he’s fit again, strikers beware: he’s unnaturally quick, strong in the tackle and about as athletic as anyone playing the game today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;40. Juninho Pernambucano (Lyons)&lt;br /&gt;Elegant and creative, but also with an edge when necessary, he can light up any side. Plus, he’ll get his usual haul of set-piece goals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;39. “Lucho” Gonzalez (Porto)&lt;br /&gt;A box-to-box dervish who gets his fair share of goals and is a natural leader to boot. If only he played in a higher profile league... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;38. Paul Scholes (Manchester United)&lt;br /&gt;He redefined the role of attacking midfield player in the Premiership. The one concern is how well he would do away from his mentor, Sir Alex Ferguson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;37. Daniele De Rossi (Roma)&lt;br /&gt;The poor man’s Roy Keane. Runs the midfield with intensity and intelligence and, like Keane, occasionally falls prey to the red mist (just ask Brian McBride). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;36. Dejan Stankovic (Inter)&lt;br /&gt;His long-range goals make the highlight reels, but his real contribution is the way he can effortlessly slot into any midfield position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;35. Fernando Torres (Atletico Madrid)&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if he’s been around forever, but he’s still just twenty-three. Tall, strong, bright, he can lead any line on his own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;34. David Beckham (Real Madrid/Los Angeles Galaxy)&lt;br /&gt;Strip away the hype, and you have a respected leader who provides the most delicious service from wide positions. That alone is worth a few dozen goals a season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;33. Javier Zanetti (Inter)&lt;br /&gt;Again, we’re dealing with intangibles here. The Inter skipper is a true leader, selfless and self-sacrificing, who can fill either full-back position or play in midfield. One of the most underrated players of the past decade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;32. Jamie Carragher (Liverpool)&lt;br /&gt;Like a fine wine, he gets better with age. Reads the game exceptionally well and has developed a first-rate tactical awareness. Plus, he’d run through a brick wall for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;31. Florent Malouda (Lyons)&lt;br /&gt;Put him wide or put him in a diamond and the result is the same: a blend of quality and workrate that make him one of the most sought-after players on the market today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30. John Terry (Chelsea)&lt;br /&gt;He’s what God had in mind when he invented the British centre half. While Terry’s strength and courage win him plaudits, he is also an underrated distributor who reads the game very well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29. Andrea Pirlo (Milan)&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the best free-kick taker of the lot. He single-handedly brought back the role of the deep-lying playmaker. He’s the human metronome, the man who dictates his team’s rhythym and hardly ever gives the ball away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28. Mahamadou Diarra (Real Madrid)&lt;br /&gt;He’s a natural-made backbone to any side. Never stops running, wins every 50-50 and distributes the ball efficiently. A central defender’s best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;27. David Villa (Valencia)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody in La Liga has scored more over the past two seasons. Quick, tricky and with an eye for goal, he will punish any opponent's error. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;26. Michael Ballack (Chelsea)&lt;br /&gt;OK, so he had a bad season. But he’s big, strong, outstanding in the air and can find the target from anywhere in the final third of the pitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25. Dimitar Berbatov (Tottenham Hotspur)&lt;br /&gt;He has the body of a bruiser and the touch of a virtuoso. And he looks like he’ll only get better. One of the more athletic big men on this list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Andriy Shevchenko (Chelsea)&lt;br /&gt;Like Ballack, he underachieved last year. But his contribution goes beyond goals (is it just a coincidence that Didier Drogba scored so much in the one season he played alongside the Ukrainian?) and with an injury-free pre-season under his belt, he’s worth taking a punt on.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23. Ronaldo (Milan)&lt;br /&gt;Put your fat jokes to one side please. Consider instead the seven goals in twelve starts for Milan after leaving the Bernabeu asylum. Or the 82 goals in 117 starts he notched at Real in the seasons before the move. Now wash your mouth out with soap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;22. Didier Drogba (Chelsea)&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing with him is that you can either leave him up on his own and lump balls to him or get him involved in the short-passing game. Either way, he’ll tie up entire opposing back fours on his own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;21. Carles Puyol (Barcelona)&lt;br /&gt;A fine defender, but he ranks so high for the intangibles. Puyol is a natural-born leader, a manager’s dream, a guy who knows his limits and will leave his innards on the pitch for the club.&lt;br /&gt;20. Iker Casillas (Real Madrid)&lt;br /&gt;Already a legend, and he only turned 26 last month. He’s an agile, fearless shot-stopper who, if Raul ever retires, will captain Real for years to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19. Daniel Alves (Seville)&lt;br /&gt;Rarely does a single man dominate an entire flank the way he does. He combines the skills of a winger with the grit of an old-style hard man. His mere presence on the pitch forces the opposing side to readjust everything defensively. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;18. Cesc Fabregas (Arsenal)&lt;br /&gt;If you could open his skull, you’d find the brain of a 30-year-old. Few players are so mature and so aware at such a young age, while also being totally undaunted by the task in front of them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;17. Zlatan Ibrahimovic (Inter)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Admittedly, he’s one of the more volatile heads on this list. But creativity and vision like his rarely come in 6ft 5in packages, which makes him one of the most difficult players to defend against in the game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16. Frank Lampard (Chelsea)&lt;br /&gt;Let’s let the numbers do the talking, shall we? He has missed five league games in the past six seasons at Chelsea, while hitting double figures in league goals in each of the past four. Plus, he never slows down and is genuinely adored by his team-mates. What more do you want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15. Ruud van Nistelrooy (Real Madrid)&lt;br /&gt;And to think some numpties thought he was finished. He and Thierry Henry are the only strikers to have scored 20 or more goals in a major European league in five of the past six seasons. Put the ball anywhere near him and he’ll score. Simple as that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14. Petr Cech (Chelsea)&lt;br /&gt;Go ask Jose Mourinho and he’ll tell you that, had it not been for Steven Hunt’s boot, Chelsea would have won the treble this year. That’s how important Cech is. With a guy like him, you can just stick him in goal, stop worrying about the defensive aspect of the game and focus instead on the other end of the pitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13. Sergio Ramos (Real Madrid)&lt;br /&gt;The highest ranked defender on this list and with good reason. He’s big, strong, fast and gifted. He held Real’s defence together this season, while chipping in at the attacking end as well. And he’s still only 21... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;12. Thierry Henry (Arsenal)&lt;br /&gt;Would have ranked higher, if not for the fact that he hasn’t played since early March and it remains to be seen in what condition he’ll return. Beyond that, he’s a sure thing. Not only does he scare the bejesus out of defenders, he is also one of the most prolific forwards around today. Had he been around all year, it’s unlikely the naysayers would have mocked Arsenal’s lack of finishing the way they did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. Wayne Rooney (Manchester United)&lt;br /&gt;Another who had a mediocre season (by his standards). You notice how important he is when he is not there. His workrate and ability are hard to replace and he is quickly becoming indispensable, both for club and country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. Francesco Totti (Roma)&lt;br /&gt;His job is to create, not finish, and yet he won the European Golden Boot this season with 26 league goals: a total made all the more remarkable when you throw in the fact that he uncharacteristically missed six penalties along the way. (At least he made the ones that mattered in the World Cup.) That alone should get him on the list - his vision and phenomenal range of passing are bonuses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. Leo Messi (Barcelona)&lt;br /&gt;Leave Maradona out of it for a minute. Focus instead on that when the ball is at his feet, unless you’re Nostradamus, you have absolutely no idea what will happen next. There is no legislating for unpredictability in football and Messi has bags of it. Plus, his 14 Liga goals last year show that he has added a healthy scoring dimension to his game as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. Carlos Tevez (West Ham)&lt;br /&gt;A single-minded winner, who has carried whole clubs on his back in Argentina, Brazil and England. Tevez’s contribution isn’t measured in just goals and assists, but in self-sacrifice and heroism. With a season of European football under his belt, there is no telling how much better he’s going to be next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Steven Gerrard (Liverpool)&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of heroics, he’s done it so many times, it’s easy to lose track. If Gerrard were a few inches taller and a few pounds more slight, we would marvel at his pure technical ability. Instead, we focus on his bruising workrate and other more obvious qualities. Don’t worry about fitting him into your side. Just do what Rafa does. Line up your nine other outfield players and let Gerrard do whatever he likes.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Gigi Buffon (Juventus)&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, he’s a freak of nature. No man his size should be so athletic. His agility belies the laws of physics and he is about as unflappable as they come. Having a guy like him in your side means that defeats turn into draws and draws into victories. That alone is worth an extra ten to 15 points at the end of a season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Michael Essien (Chelsea)&lt;br /&gt;A one-man wrecking crew. Is there anything he can’t do? You could probably let the rest of the team go off for a fag break in the middle of the game and let him man the fort in midfield. Terrifyingly gifted already and, if given more responsibility, likely to get even better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Samuel Eto’o (Barcelona)&lt;br /&gt;He’s tired of playing second fiddle to Ronaldinho and with good reason. If he were anywhere else, people would be writing odes and sonnets to him. Eto’o is freakishly quick, an outstanding finisher, with a supernatural eye for goal. Plus, he’s happy to do the dirty work when the other side have possession. Just make sure you continue to massage his ego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Cristiano Ronaldo (Manchester United)&lt;br /&gt;In the P.C. era (pre-Cristiano) wingers were slight, nippy and small. He redefined the position marrying size and brawn with pace and trickery. You get the sense that, when he’s running at defenders, he could go around them or straight through them. As an added bonus, he’s also an aerial threat on set pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Ronaldinho (Barcelona)&lt;br /&gt;There’s a reason he’s always smiling. You’d be smiling all the time too if you knew that you were the best player on the pitch and you were about to make some poor defender look a jackass. He is the poster child for Brazilian football, the proud heir of those who came before him. He didn’t adapt to the European game, he forced it to adapt to him. Put him on the team sheet, sit back and enjoy the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Kaka (Milan)&lt;br /&gt;The top four are incredibly tight, but he just edges it for one simple reason: he combines Brazilian flair with European directness like nobody else. He truly is a product of two footballing cultures, a man who has all the virtues and none of the vices of either. Speaking of vices, he really, really doesn’t have any. A committed Christian, he announced proudly that he was a virgin on his wedding night. He likes to parade around in his favourite T-shirt, the one that reads “I belong to Jesus” (thereby opening a whole can of worms regarding third-party ownership). And that’s another reason he tops the list - with Kaka in your team, odds are, the big fella upstairs will be on your side as well... &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/7043359372798644361-3995955995782377722?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/3995955995782377722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=3995955995782377722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3995955995782377722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/3995955995782377722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-back-to-school-again.html' title='It&apos;s back to school again   ):'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-8999142981201288968</id><published>2007-06-23T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:19:14.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day gone horrible ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not at all the crying sort, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can seriously just cry now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Thierry Henry has just left Arsenal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thierry Henry In Barcelona For Four Years&lt;br /&gt;The biggest transfer of this period has already been made on the first day of summer. Thierry Henry will play in Barcelona for four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Joseph Stedul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denis Povh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;According to the writing from Mundo Deportivo, which was confirmed by the vice president of Barcelona, Thierry Henry signed a four year contract with Barcelona. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The value of the transfer is estimated at 24 million euros, and the negotiations happened directly between Arsene Wenger and Ferran Sorian. One of the best strikers in the world in recent years, should be officially announced in the next few days. With this, the words of Samuel Eto’o have been confirmed, who denied his departure because he wanted to stay and play with Henry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The race for Henry is over, and Barcelona have freshened their offence. After the end of the Galacticos in Real, Barcelona takes the title with the great trio, Ronaldinho – Henry – Eto’o. The news was reported by all larger Spanish media, and the only thing left is the wait for the official confirmation by Barcelona. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Published: June 23, 2007 00:51h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 35th Birthday Zizou. Je t'aime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-8999142981201288968?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/8999142981201288968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=8999142981201288968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8999142981201288968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/8999142981201288968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-day-gone-horrible.html' title='Good day gone horrible ):'/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</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-7043359372798644361.post-2950275068406200801</id><published>2007-06-21T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:29:12.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week of the holidays. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 Days, 2 nights in Malacca, Malaysia. 3 days, 2 nights in Changi SAFRA Resort. It was amazingly fun. And I ate alot. :( It was like an eating Marathon for everyone. So crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There were actually quite a lot of hot tourists in Malacca. I bought two tees, three pairs of boxers, socks, and other stuff. I can't really remember everything that went on though. I know we went bowling and my super bitchy cousin was so annoying. His name is Bryan. Yuck. My sister, my cousin and I were bowling and I was bowling with the 9 pound ball. I'm not awesome at bowling, and so he kept going, " Use a heavier ball, spin the ball. You have to SPIN the ball." So I was like, "If you're so good, YOU do it." And he shut up. But 2 seconds after that, while he sister was getting ready to bowl, he went," Ah, even with the bumpers you'll still get zero pins, stupid!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So when it got to HIS turn, everybody was expacting professional bowling. Or at least bowling better than us. So he bowled, and he got ZERO pins. All of us were laughing at him at teasing him. But he didn't say anything. The next time he bowled again, he got ZERO-AGAIN! Hah, Loser. The 3rd time, he knocked down nothing again. He turned around and said very defensively, "My hand HURTS!"  We were all like, oookay, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, at the chalet, I had the best time ever. OH AND YAY MADRID!!! REAL MADRID WON LA LIGA AND I'M SUPER HAPPY FOR THEM. And Becks especially. I feel very proud of him. Like, he's leaving Real and he leaves them with the title. :D I'm so happy. Sam, Amanda, my sis and I were watching the match at 3am to 5 am. TomKat, Posh, Brooklyn, Romeo and Cruz were in the crowd. Katie Holmes did her hair like Posh. Hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, since we slept at like 5am plus, we wanted to sorta sleep in. But my 20 year old cousin who was also sleeping on the matteresses and sleeping bags downstairs with us because he didn't want to sleep in the humongous tents with the hundred kids who were just on either side of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO at like 8 am in the morning, most of the kids were up but the 5am-ers were still sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then suddenly we all heard this song getting louder and LOUDER. It was Gabriel's damn alarm from his damn phone going, "IIIIIIIIII CAN GIVE YOU GATSBYYYYYYY, GATSBYYYYYYYY, GATSBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY." And it kept repeating and repeating and we all got so fustrated we just thought, heck it, I'm going to wake up. 3 hours of sleep thanks to Mr. Gabriel Tan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The 2nd day of our stay there, my nephews and cousins went to play football at the caged place they booked. It was cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the way there my nephew Daryl was singing some Barney song. His older brother Denzel was like, "That song SUCKS!" So Daryl shouted, "OR HOR! YOU SAID THE "S" WORD!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By then I was already laughing. And Denzel went, "You got a problem?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daryl went, "Yeah, YOU."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Denzel was like, "You got a problem, LICK THE FLOOR."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daryl went, "YOU ALSO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought the lick the floor part was a bit off, but the both of them looked like they were about to murder each other so I didn't say anything. Funny bunnys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AH, Kaka' is like so HOT right now. Not like he ever &lt;em&gt;wasn't&lt;/em&gt;, but now, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EVERYBODY WANTS HIM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dad seeks hefty pay-hike for AC Milan's Kaka tribalfooball.com - June 18, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Kaka is ready to discuss an improved contract with AC Milan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;The Brazilian star only renewed his deal last year, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;committing himself to Milan until 2011 for £3.75 millon-a-year.&lt;/span&gt; However, Bosco Leite, Kaka's Dad, is seeking talks over a new deal for his son and wants his wages hiked up to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;£4.25 million-a-year&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Bosco met with Real Madrid officials last week and was tabled terms worth ?&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;7 million-a-year&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Along with the new contract demands, says Corriere dello Sport, Bosco has also requested Milan to bring Kaka's brother, Digao, back from his loan at Rimini next season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;While considering Bosco's demands, Milan vice-president Adriano Galliani is ready to hand a more influential role to Leonardo at the club next season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;The former Brazilian star is close to Kaka and his promotion is sure to please the Milan ace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;AND ANOTHER THING! IMPORTANT FOR EVERYBODY TO READ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pele: Kaka is best and better than Ronaldo :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;9:06 AM Tue 19th Jun, 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pele has dubbed AC Milan midfielder &lt;strong&gt;Kaka 'the best player in the world'&lt;/strong&gt;, ahead of Manchester United's Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Real Madrid target Kaka, 25, was in sparkling form in Europe this season and won Pele's admiration after leading AC Milan to a seventh Champions League/European Cup crown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Brazil international finished as top scorer in the competition with 10 goals, including three in the Rossoneri's 5-3 aggregate semi-final win against United. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Kaka is the best player in the world, without a doubt,'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;said Pele in Italian sports daily La Gazzetta dello Sport. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kaka and Portugal international Ronaldo have arguably been the stars of European football this past season, with the media and pundits alike clamouring to have their say on who is the more talented of the two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ronaldo, 22, recently won the English PFA Players' Player and Young Player of the Year awards, and walked off with the 2007 Portuguese Footballer of the Year gong in the wake of his starring role in United's successful Premiership campaign. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But for Pele, compatriot Kaka has the edge over the talented winger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 'Cristiano Ronaldo is the best player in England,' he added. 'But from that to being the best player in the world there is still some way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Kaka is a player with great quality and that makes him stronger than Cristiano Ronaldo and that will help him become one of the best players ever.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOOHOO! GO KAKA'! GO PELE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And suprise, suprise, more about Kaka'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Robinho urges Kaka to join Real Madrid tribalfooball.com - June 19, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Robinho has urged AC Milan star Kaka to join him at Real Madrid after celebrating their Spanish championship triumph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The winger declared: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Kaka is a great player. I hope that he wins the vote [for World Player of the Year] and also that he can play with us at Real Madrid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"We understand each other very well on and off the pitch, and it would be good to have another Brazilian with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To play with a star like Kaka would be wonderful."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now, the rest of the Kaka' Vanity Fair picture scans! :) SEXY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RnobxIjMnGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hQa5SEokycA/s1600-h/kakavanityfairscan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078402060736306274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RnobxIjMnGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hQa5SEokycA/s320/kakavanityfairscan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RnobnIjMnFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kqdZ4qGgE6o/s1600-h/kakavanityfairscan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078401888937614418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RnobnIjMnFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kqdZ4qGgE6o/s320/kakavanityfairscan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RnobZ4jMnEI/AAAAAAAAACs/FevqAEGvb-8/s1600-h/kakavanityfairscan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078401661304347714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RnobZ4jMnEI/AAAAAAAAACs/FevqAEGvb-8/s320/kakavanityfairscan3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RnobKojMnDI/AAAAAAAAACk/6tEk49QzeW8/s1600-h/kakavanityfairscan4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078401399311342642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RnobKojMnDI/AAAAAAAAACk/6tEk49QzeW8/s320/kakavanityfairscan4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078401167383108642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/Rnoa9IjMnCI/AAAAAAAAACc/RqB4PCAsk-A/s320/kakavanityfairscan5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RnoasojMnBI/AAAAAAAAACU/jOFtzKeeHOU/s1600-h/kakavanityfairscan6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078400883915267090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RnoasojMnBI/AAAAAAAAACU/jOFtzKeeHOU/s320/kakavanityfairscan6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go for the class party. I'm dreading cat class next week. And worts of all I don't want school to start so soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All I have to look forward to is Miama Ink tonight. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE AMI JAMES AND HE IS SO MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chris Nunez is damn good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RnoafIjMnAI/AAAAAAAAACM/OcV0vuBWwLQ/s1600-h/kakavanityfairscan1.jpg"&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;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7043359372798644361-2950275068406200801?l=le-phenomene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/feeds/2950275068406200801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7043359372798644361&amp;postID=2950275068406200801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2950275068406200801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7043359372798644361/posts/default/2950275068406200801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://le-phenomene.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-week-of-holidays.html' title='Last week of the holidays. :('/><author><name>AmoKaka'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08823613138671848480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KC-RejmwEUI/RnobxIjMnGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hQa5SEokycA/s72-c/kakavanityfairscan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7043359372798644361.post-6400648333018757334</id><published>2007-06-13T20
