<?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-14892936</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:03:33.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jessie's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>241</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14892936.post-3337889497279528407</id><published>2008-10-05T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T01:02:17.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha okay i know this is so late but I HAD THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVERRRRR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253342892313378354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jop7v91OMaU/SOefhvOpfjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ucDeYgo8wr8/s320/n516383970_119438_9088.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(this is from really long ago cos i dont have recent photos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253341623208632386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jop7v91OMaU/SOeeX3cf4EI/AAAAAAAAADs/2nRNbGgm-yE/s320/n739927339_839837_9988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOVE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha i reset my password. i hope i'll remember it from now on but i'm not really gonna blog anw so.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-3337889497279528407?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/3337889497279528407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=3337889497279528407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/3337889497279528407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/3337889497279528407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2008/10/haha-okay-i-know-this-is-so-late-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_jop7v91OMaU/SOefhvOpfjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ucDeYgo8wr8/s72-c/n516383970_119438_9088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14892936.post-7023358692662462505</id><published>2008-02-02T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T00:27:19.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough landing, Holly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I JUST GOT OFF THE PHONE WITH CAS AND I REALLY REALLY MISS HER! &gt;: WHEN AM I SEEING YOU PREETY. &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;school has been really crazy i cant stand it! there's absolutely no time for anything else and when there is a little extra time (which is very very rare), i feel so tired i just want to sleep. how how and assignments keep piling up, just when you finish one, another one hits you in the face. i actually stayed up to finish my gp essay last night after completing a lit essay! hahaha i'm quite proud of myself for that cos like i wouldnt have bothered if it was last year so yay me! haha but then you know the worse part of this is that it's only january now so imagine like nine more months of this. argh i just hope it'll all be worth it in the end (uni uni!)! and yes thank god for funny friends! they make school more bearable. &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;i went to church last sat after a long long long time and it felt so different.. :/ i dont know how to say it but like even though everything was still the same, praise and worship first then announcements then worship again and sermon next and then altar call, something just wasnt right. i dont know how to explain it! it feels like a million years since the last time i was close to God ):&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;this entry sounds depressing and i dont like it cos i am generally not a depressed person! ):&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-7023358692662462505?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/7023358692662462505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=7023358692662462505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/7023358692662462505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/7023358692662462505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2008/02/rough-landing-holly.html' title='Rough landing, Holly'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-2683654916186241597</id><published>2008-01-13T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T15:07:48.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey jude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/R4m32uMCBeI/AAAAAAAAADc/_aOOqmGBbLw/s1600-h/something.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154853399241557474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/R4m32uMCBeI/AAAAAAAAADc/_aOOqmGBbLw/s320/something.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Dr. Seuss&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/14892936-2683654916186241597?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/2683654916186241597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=2683654916186241597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/2683654916186241597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/2683654916186241597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-jude.html' title='hey jude'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/R4m32uMCBeI/AAAAAAAAADc/_aOOqmGBbLw/s72-c/something.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14892936.post-6119581901412943154</id><published>2008-01-04T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:33:13.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puss in polished boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i really dont like the sound of the hair dryer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-6119581901412943154?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/6119581901412943154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=6119581901412943154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/6119581901412943154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/6119581901412943154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2008/01/puss-in-polished-boots.html' title='puss in polished boots'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-6916184653392401719</id><published>2007-12-12T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T03:18:01.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3.12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this morning was spent talking to alfred on msn and i didnt realise how much i miss our class until now! i can safely say that 4/4 was the best class i ever had and if alfred had a facebook account i would totally nominate him for the 'reminisce with me about the good old days' superlative! hahaha i mean it's so comfortable hanging out and just talking with the class and i'm sure even though we havent met in a million years we would still have plenty of things to talk about. it's that familiarity and that comfort that i miss so much and which i havent really found ever since this year started.&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;i think somewhere along the line i kinda lost myself in school. it was like i didnt know what i was doing and i was just drifting along and i felt stuck in a rut (haha drifting along and still stuck!), something like how krishna in the english teacher felt. plus it seemed like everyone else was adapting well and all that and i was the only one feeling that way. and you know what! i dont know what this is about anymore and i dont know what else to say. &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;&lt;em&gt;do all the wonderful things happen when we're not aware of them?&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/14892936-6916184653392401719?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/6916184653392401719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=6916184653392401719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/6916184653392401719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/6916184653392401719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-morning-was-spent-talking-to.html' title='3.12'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-5055595919286133754</id><published>2007-11-02T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T22:57:41.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the other</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i can stay at home and watch grey's anatomy all day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-5055595919286133754?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/5055595919286133754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=5055595919286133754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/5055595919286133754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/5055595919286133754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2007/11/other.html' title='the other'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-6838106201272705336</id><published>2007-10-17T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:15:11.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tinglies in the silliest places</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yesterday was awesome fun! it was just a bunch of us and meatballs at ikea. simple pleasures you know! i died watching vithya run in front of me with a turban on her head hahahaha havent been so carelessly happy in a long time! (: laughed so hard that it stung i think i have abs now heheheh!!1!!1 michelle are you laughing or crying! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-6838106201272705336?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/6838106201272705336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=6838106201272705336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/6838106201272705336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/6838106201272705336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2007/10/tinglies-in-silliest-places.html' title='tinglies in the silliest places'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-5818612650495288398</id><published>2007-10-06T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T02:07:57.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chase me a rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117915803013535378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/RwZ9TpT61pI/AAAAAAAAADU/YzcXk-vmg1o/s320/shesokay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;today marks the most agonising two hours and fifteen minutes of my life i never knew we had to write three essays for h1 history had i known i wouldnt have taken this subject but i dont know what else i can take regret (ohh regina what is this) always comes too late anyway i cant think properly now i've never felt so carefree actually i dont feel carefree i dont know how i feel i think i feel lost but isnt that how i always feel i know this has no punctuation but it's okay oh isnt that an apostrophy? isnt that a question mark? isnt this okay shut up jessie too much studie buddys sessions have gotten to me now i cant stop relating everything back to what i learnt like resistance is futile and how the studie buddys are like the triumvir in antony and cleopatra complete with a foam sword and that a hudc is like a mix between hdb and a condo just like what an mc firm is oh god what is going on and i havent been to church for the longest time it is so hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i burnt my tongue today i think my mum is the funniest mum ever i want to laugh as hard as i used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;is this long enough this is improvement right i will try to blog regularly from now on i hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my head hurts and i desperately need a bath&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/14892936-5818612650495288398?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/5818612650495288398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=5818612650495288398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/5818612650495288398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/5818612650495288398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2007/10/chase-me-rainbow.html' title='chase me a rainbow'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/RwZ9TpT61pI/AAAAAAAAADU/YzcXk-vmg1o/s72-c/shesokay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14892936.post-2320467769431233703</id><published>2007-08-21T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:58:31.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;life goes on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-2320467769431233703?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/2320467769431233703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=2320467769431233703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/Rr8vRknHcjI/AAAAAAAAACs/foNF3uGwODw/s1600-h/goodbyee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097845282138714674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/Rr8vRknHcjI/AAAAAAAAACs/foNF3uGwODw/s320/goodbyee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i remember the days of innocence and ignorance, where forever never lasted long enough. remember the nights we spent serenading the stars, realising for the first time in a long time that nobody cared but us. it didn't matter though because we had each other and that was all we'd ever need. we cried together, we died together, but we were funny that way and i don't think i've ever laughed as much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i have so much left to say to you christina you're leaving too soon ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-6756106431751581219?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/6756106431751581219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=6756106431751581219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/6756106431751581219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/6756106431751581219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2007/08/damn-regret-ill-try-to-forget.html' title='damn regret, i&apos;ll try to forget'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/Rr8vRknHcjI/AAAAAAAAACs/foNF3uGwODw/s72-c/goodbyee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14892936.post-2439300064612603586</id><published>2007-07-27T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T08:35:31.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iris</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" it was you and me, in a car on a highway- nothing to it, really. we drove, i'm not sure for how long, but the road never seemed to end. there was never an awkward moment between us, which was odd because it had been a long time since we had been close. with the wind in our hair, we screamed classics into the blazing heat, never once stopping to think about who might be listening. the cheap red wine mixed with giddy memories of childhood made that roadtrip unforgettable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever never lasts long enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-2439300064612603586?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/2439300064612603586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=2439300064612603586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088183655978815010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/RpzcE6aQziI/AAAAAAAAACk/2aqkBKia1c8/s320/fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/14892936-6066906026610609140?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/6066906026610609140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=6066906026610609140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>give me air to breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086642243755888146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/RpdiK6aQzhI/AAAAAAAAACc/t_eW3GKkFKU/s320/He_knows_when_you_needa_smile__by_deadnic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today was kinda weird. &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/14892936-1710597764826237111?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/1710597764826237111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=1710597764826237111' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14892936.post-2501041653993082024</id><published>2007-06-22T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:42:40.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cos we never really had our closure</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;you know how you find a song and you just listen to it over and over again until it becomes this, like, soundtrack until you find a new one? well, you dont stop listening to it when you find a new one. you stop when you want to forget the things that it reminds you of.&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/14892936-2501041653993082024?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14892936.post-3195730680503928016</id><published>2007-06-14T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:14:48.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where's superman when you need him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"where do i see, uh, myself in ten years? that's a good question. okay, uh, well, i guess more than anything, you know what i would like? i would like the happiness that i have right now. although, i guess, what are the chances of that? i mean, you go through your life, and you're probably only going to be able to look back and pinpoint, like, two or three times where you were genuinely actually happy. and then, of course, in those moments, you wouldnt have even appreciated it anyways, because who does, right? so, where do i see myself in ten years? um, i guess, what i would like is, uh, i would like to be right here. you know what i mean? right now, in this moment, and uh, not because i'm afraid of uncertainty, because i'm not. it's just, you know, i was taught that when you have something good, what you're supposed to do is you hang on to it, you know? you hang on to it with both hands, and if somebody tries to take that from you, what you should do is you should make sure that they pry it from your cold, dead fingers. yeah." -seth cohen, the oc season 3&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/14892936-3195730680503928016?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/3195730680503928016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14892936.post-7865794136544653557</id><published>2007-05-27T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T02:16:14.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHER MARIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/Rlh49tW89QI/AAAAAAAAACM/fdUw3XU8gZg/s1600-h/nuns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068934382148711682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/Rlh49tW89QI/AAAAAAAAACM/fdUw3XU8gZg/s320/nuns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think this picture is quite funny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-7865794136544653557?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/7865794136544653557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=7865794136544653557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/7865794136544653557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/7865794136544653557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2007/05/mother-maria.html' title='MOTHER MARIA'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14892936.post-581737794839069184</id><published>2007-05-05T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T15:10:45.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>polka dots &amp; diet cokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 410px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; HEIGHT: 321px" width="410" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 3px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 3px solid" alt="QuizGalaxy!" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-jessie-0-10-13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt" align="middle"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a broken record player- back and forth and here and gone, and on and on and on and on&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/14892936-581737794839069184?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/581737794839069184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=581737794839069184' 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style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/RjDEOc1ztpI/AAAAAAAAACE/nbm2hviQgdE/s1600-h/472399441_d7c1861477_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057758134076159634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/RjDEOc1ztpI/AAAAAAAAACE/nbm2hviQgdE/s320/472399441_d7c1861477_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;look at those santi faces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-9121463470357705777?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/9121463470357705777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14892936.post-1726792961692843429</id><published>2007-04-16T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:27:15.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dove shampoo makes my hair smooth. i use dove. so my hair is smooth. yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-1726792961692843429?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/1726792961692843429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=1726792961692843429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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but it means so much more to me. today's the day that Jesus was cruxified and i really cannot imagine the pain that He went through for me. i cant wait for service tmr evening! i know it's gonna be good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i love my class! :D although i do miss my class in the first inake very very much, my new class is fun! there are seven celebrities in my class okay!&lt;br /&gt;1. gwendolyn ong, we just call her gwen (gwen stefani)&lt;br /&gt;2. jasmine wan (jasmine tye)&lt;br /&gt;3. andy yee (andy lau)&lt;br /&gt;4. michelle lai (michelle branch)&lt;br /&gt;5. maria daud rowe (maria sharapova)&lt;br /&gt;6. jackson chua (michael jackson)&lt;br /&gt;7. JESSIE TOH (JESSE MCCARTNEY! WOO!)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA YES. and my ct has many different hand gestures when he talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050215338084779458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/RhX4F8HFxcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dYV_EbtENSs/s320/number099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;he's a groundbreaker that mr chua. i love my class. yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's slit our wrist and burn something beautiful&lt;/em&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/14892936-371228847062101633?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/371228847062101633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=371228847062101633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/371228847062101633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/371228847062101633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-i-could-find-you-now.html' title='if i could find you now'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/RhX4F8HFxcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dYV_EbtENSs/s72-c/number099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14892936.post-4787034548182335433</id><published>2007-03-27T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:33:13.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suicide, it's suicide</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="450" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jessie's lame-ass excuse to break up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I was really just in love with your pants the whole time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=86"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'What is your lame-ass excuse to break up?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-4787034548182335433?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/4787034548182335433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=4787034548182335433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/4787034548182335433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/4787034548182335433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2007/03/suicide-its-suicide.html' title='suicide, it&apos;s suicide'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-682382033777407084</id><published>2007-03-18T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T17:16:03.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no hero in her sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/RfwrY1s22mI/AAAAAAAAABo/oZPdLsr3b8k/s1600-h/sex+on+the+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042953388480191074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/RfwrY1s22mI/AAAAAAAAABo/oZPdLsr3b8k/s320/sex+on+the+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and hansel said to gretel, "let us drop these bread crumbs so that together, we find our way home. because losing our way would be the most cruel of things."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay, so school is starting in two days. i'm having mixed feelings about it! i mean, i'm all hyped up and excited for the first day of school but i'm dreading the workload! i still have history and ECONS to catch up with and it's not like they are easily comprehendable! i was reading my history readings today (hahah reading my readings) and i didnt know what it was talking about half the time! i had to actually flip to the previous page and like scan through the page again. but oh well, at least i can be bothered to read them right. hahaha i'm cute! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hmm i cant really remember what i did this whole week but i definitely remember slacking! hahaha and on thurs, i went over to cas' and we just hung out at her house! we haven done that in ages and it felt really good! we'd always just pig out and watch crap television, except this time it wasnt really crap cos it was one tree hill! hahaha. i really miss that girl! how nice would it be if we were in the same school! hahaha but no, i dont regret going to sa one bit! (: and i'm happy cos we are both happy in our schools! yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so today, kelvin and i went to kap and studied! hahaha then we went to island creamery for an ice cream break! and guess what! his cousin lives in the same block on the same floor as my grandma! hahaha i know, how coincidental is that! he lives near me and his cousin lives near my grandma! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway, SCHOOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and once you lose yourself, you have two choices. find the person you used to be or lose that person completely. because sometimes you have to step outside of the person you've been and remember the person you were meant to be. the person you wanted to be, the person you are.&lt;/i&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/14892936-682382033777407084?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/682382033777407084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=682382033777407084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/682382033777407084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/682382033777407084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-hansel-said-to-gretel-let-us-drop.html' title='no hero in her sky'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/RfwrY1s22mI/AAAAAAAAABo/oZPdLsr3b8k/s72-c/sex+on+the+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14892936.post-1375595507099093342</id><published>2007-02-28T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:20:35.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope of the broken-hearted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it's raining.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the kind of rain that comes down so heavy it sounds like the shower's running, even when you've turned it off. the kind of rain that makes you think of dams and flash floods, arks. the kind of rain that tells you to crawl back into bed, where the sheets havent lost your body heat, to pretend that the clock is five minutes earlier than it really is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ask any kid who's made it past fourth grade and they can tell you: water never stops moving. rain falls, and runs down a mountain into a river. the river finds it way to the ocean. it evaporates, like a soul, into the clouds. and then, like everything else, &lt;i&gt;it starts all over again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-1375595507099093342?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/1375595507099093342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=1375595507099093342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/1375595507099093342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/1375595507099093342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2007/02/hope-of-broken-hearted.html' title='hope of the broken-hearted'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-333734940362019868</id><published>2007-02-22T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:09:16.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when mermaids cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/Rd2u6Ch19KI/AAAAAAAAAAY/WDZUlFDccL0/s1600-h/z47992620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034372270604547234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/Rd2u6Ch19KI/AAAAAAAAAAY/WDZUlFDccL0/s320/z47992620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so then i fell like that girl from a balance beam&lt;br /&gt;a gymnasium of eyes all were holding on to me&lt;br /&gt;i lifted one foot to cross the other and i felt myself slipping&lt;br /&gt;it was a small mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes that is all it takes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/14892936-333734940362019868?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/333734940362019868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=333734940362019868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/333734940362019868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/333734940362019868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-mermaids-cry.html' title='when mermaids cry'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/Rd2u6Ch19KI/AAAAAAAAAAY/WDZUlFDccL0/s72-c/z47992620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14892936.post-4675413366872013780</id><published>2007-02-14T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T00:28:23.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this gravity's making me dizzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;in view of valentine's day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"love is when my grandmother got arthritis, and she couldn't bend over and paint her toe nails anymore, so my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your french fries without making them give you any of theirs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love is what makes you smile when you're tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love is when you kiss all the time. then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. my mommy and daddy are like that. they look gross when they kiss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my mommy loves me more than anybody. you don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than richard gere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you really shouldnt say 'i love you' unless you mean it. but if you mean it, you should say it a lot. people forget."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;oh i've made up my mind. it's sa (: and there'll be no regrets.&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/14892936-4675413366872013780?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/4675413366872013780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=4675413366872013780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/4675413366872013780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/4675413366872013780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-view-of-valentines-day-love-is-when.html' title='this gravity&apos;s making me dizzy'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-7684061207852865822</id><published>2007-02-11T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T15:39:50.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>touchdown, turnaround</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know how every now and then, you have a moment where your whole life stretches out ahead of you like a forked road, and even as you choose one gritty path, you've got your eyes on the other the whole time, certain that you're making a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's a head vs heart kind of thing. and i absolutely have no idea what to do. &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/14892936-7684061207852865822?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/7684061207852865822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=7684061207852865822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/7684061207852865822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/7684061207852865822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2007/02/touchdown-turnaround.html' title='touchdown, turnaround'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-117094299184455940</id><published>2007-02-08T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:02:56.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're my plug in baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i love pinky! (:&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;i didnt go to school today and went shopping with my mom and my older sister. hahaha. i was so surprised that my mom let me skip school, and it's not just today. she let me stay at home on tuesday too! i was expecting myself to get up and go to school on tuesday but then i couldnt! and my mom came into the room to wake me up at around 6.05 but i didnt get up. so she came in again around 6.15 i think to try and get me up but i just rolled about in bed and mumbled something like i dont feel like going to school. and my mom reached out and touched my forehead and said okay. hahaha i have no idea why she said okay but it's probably cos i'll be very late for school already. and maybe somehow my forehead felt warm. hahaha. so i just slacked at home. oh! hahaha when my mom agreed to let me stay at home, i was so excited that i was actually awake! hahaha and i texted some people to tell them that i wasnt going to school. plus i could still wait for their replies and i actually replied them back! hahaha. but i went back to sleep later. my younger sister laughed at me when i told her i was excited that my mom agreed to let me skip school.&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;and today! we went shopping! and guess who bumped into her cute neighbour??? HAHAHA. i didnt get anything! topshop's selling these little miss bossy shirts but i want little miss sunshine! i like little miss sunshine! :D and forever 21's forever so packed it's so irritating. haha. i wanted to get these bangles but my mom said no. hahaha i'll just get them myself (: and then after that we went to nanhua (!) to get my little sister home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;going back to nanhua always brings a hint of nostalgia. okay not like i've been going back often but i went back the other time to get my sister home too okay! and i didnt think i'd miss those days back in that school but yes i do.&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;on a lighter note, MY DAGE IS 35CM TALLER THAN ME! THIRTY-FIVE! AND WE WEAR FRUITY SOCKS! (: BREAK YOUR OWN RECORD, DONT GO TO SCHOOL TMR! HAHAHA. LOVE YA! :D&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;font-size:85%;"&gt;i wont be able to sleep tonight :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"because morals are more important than ethics, and love is more important than law." -jodi picoult, my sister's keeper&lt;/i&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/14892936-117094299184455940?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/117094299184455940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=117094299184455940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/117094299184455940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/117094299184455940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2007/02/youre-my-plug-in-baby.html' title='you&apos;re my plug in baby'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-117032426325723366</id><published>2007-02-01T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T19:01:23.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are red, violent red</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/ReAazSh19LI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_iydaFNzDfU/s1600-h/EEB!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035053851849651378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/ReAazSh19LI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_iydaFNzDfU/s320/EEB!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EEB! :D (i had to slant to one side cos the guy behind me is not very tall. hahaha.)&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;haha i cant believe school started for one month already! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i think it's time i updated! hahah i know you wanna read this pinky! (:&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;school has been tiring. yes, it's fun, but tiring! i just had cross country yesterday and man! i've never taken the train so early in my life! the run was at east coast park! it's at the other side of singapore! had to make my way down to the clementi station to meet the nanhua people by 6.20, and that means i had to be at jurong east by around 6.15! luckily my mom could send me there. hahaha. okay, so i ran and walked and ran and walked with amanda weeling jolene! hahaha we were being posers cos we were actually walking initially. and then we started to jog whenever there were photographers! so it'll look like we were really running when they develop the photos. hahaha. but we were not too bad okay, we finished way faster than most people!&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;oh guess who i met at the bus interchange just now! hahaha it was TANG JIAJING! haven seen that girl since school ended last year! hahaha. and we took the same bus home cos she just lives one stop away! and yay! she owes me a movie treat cos we betted when the results will come out. she says it's next monday but i say it's friday. the results will come out on friday right? yes i see you nodding, so i'm correct and so she owes me a movie! hahaha. yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i didnt wanna go to school today but my mom said i had to cos being tired is not a reason to not go to school so i went. and luckily i went, if not i wouldnt have bumped into jj on the way home! and luckily i took the train with dorothy if not i wouldnt need to take a bus from the interchange and i wouldnt have bumped into jj! hahaha so yay that i went to school and took the train home! (:&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;crap i have a lit essay to write by tonight! actually she wanted us to do it in class but then we pleaded with her and since like 6 people were not around, she let us bring it home to do. at first i was thinking i wouldnt do it but then she said, "dont betray my trust". so now i have to do it. and she wants it by 9 tmr so i really have no choice but to do it by tonight.&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;i think i need sleep.&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;cant wait for this sat's fun fair! :D&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;&lt;em&gt;"cos i built you a home in my heart with rotten wood, it decayed right from the start."&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/14892936-117032426325723366?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/117032426325723366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=117032426325723366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/117032426325723366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/117032426325723366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-are-red-violent-red.html' title='you are red, violent red'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jop7v91OMaU/ReAazSh19LI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_iydaFNzDfU/s72-c/EEB!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14892936.post-116954818785565626</id><published>2007-01-23T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T18:38:33.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>these waiting games</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SCHOOL! :D hahaha sa's fun! lectures and tutorials have officially started and they can get pretty boring sometimes but still! and i think i'm getting fatter! i eat everytime there's a break and there's quite a few breaks for me! the person who set my timetable must have been having a good day! hahaha. i've been late for school a few times now and today, i was only at cj when they were having assembly! hopefully i wont be late anymore. but the bus comes at weird timings sometimes! oh i met some crazy people! and we call ourselves EEB (eleven eyebrows) cos one of the guys only has one eyebrow. HAHAHA you're cute, seth! (:&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;we took height and weight for pe the other day and i'm only 154! ): how can right! i was 157 just last year! i think there's a big problem with the measuring tape! hahaha. and somemore 154 sounds so short! at least for 157, i can round up so i'll be 160! stupid i wanna be vertically-unchallenged! haha. &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;i joined TOUCH RUG! and i have to get in if not i'll have no life. HAHAHA. i think gp's interesting! and history too! but i'm not sure if i wanna continue taking h2 lit. math is so much more important right! and taking three arts subjects is not really reliable cos my results for arts fluctuates a bit. haha i dont know. but it's just the first 3 months so no harm trying! &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;and now i'm not so sure if i wanna go to ac (provided i can make it) anymore. heck i'm so scared i cant even make it to sa but that's beside the point. sa's fun! i know the education programme cant compare to ac's and i love cas, but i'm pretty settled in sa already. so i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"once, in second grade, kate drew a picture of a firefighter with a halo above his helmet. she told her class that i would only be allowed to go to heaven, because if i went to hell, i would put out all the fires." -jodi picoult, my sister's keeper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'M DEFINITELY NOT LAZY NOW PINKY! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-116954818785565626?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/116954818785565626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=116954818785565626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116954818785565626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116954818785565626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2007/01/these-waiting-games.html' title='these waiting games'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-116896014004296321</id><published>2007-01-16T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T23:09:00.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute without the e</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heroes didnt leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an out-stretched hand; they didnt wear boots and capes. they bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. and maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.&lt;/em&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/14892936-116896014004296321?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/116896014004296321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=116896014004296321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116896014004296321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116896014004296321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2007/01/cute-without-e.html' title='cute without the e'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-116771403116805579</id><published>2007-01-02T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T13:00:31.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choose water over wine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha banana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5673/1362/1600/363928/DSCF0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5673/1362/320/237490/DSCF0282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think the water's really pretty (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5673/1362/1600/291449/DSCF0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5673/1362/320/375412/DSCF0157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ignore my face. it was cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5673/1362/1600/535154/DSCF0408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5673/1362/320/639510/DSCF0408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hello cherry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5673/1362/1600/550717/DSCF0458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5673/1362/320/847724/DSCF0458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my prince was waiting for me at the airport!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5673/1362/1600/936543/DSCF0544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5673/1362/320/73544/DSCF0544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my cousin, the pepsi promoter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5673/1362/1600/603991/DSCF0514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5673/1362/320/211930/DSCF0514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;salute the soldiers of WWI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5673/1362/1600/116336/DSCF0428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5673/1362/320/166236/DSCF0428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i like this! (pretend you cant see my younger sister. haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5673/1362/1600/70968/DSCF0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5673/1362/1600/940857/DSCF0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5673/1362/320/264576/DSCF0207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and my all-time favourite! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5673/1362/1600/765738/DSCF0427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5673/1362/320/498365/DSCF0427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh ya, i should have taken a picture with edward! haha. &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;tmr's the first day of school. hello sa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-116771403116805579?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/116771403116805579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=116771403116805579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116771403116805579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116771403116805579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2007/01/choose-water-over-wine.html' title='choose water over wine!'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-116737559960179196</id><published>2006-12-29T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T16:08:53.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreadlocks in her hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm back from nz! haha. the trip was fun! but the long driving journeys were not. i got carsick a few times but mostly i just slept on the way. haha. the scenery there was awesome! it's something that you definitely cant find anywhere in singapore. you can never imagine the mountains and lakes until you actually see them. although it can get a little boring after awhile cos all the mountains and lakes and streams and sheep and cows are the same, i think i still cant get enough of them! haha. new zealand is beautiful. &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;and the most amazing thing happened! we were still at the airport and i was just telling my sister how incredible it would be if you meet your friend at the airport and boom! i bumped into justin from church! haha. but it doesnt end here! i met edward from school all the way in new zealand! haha. i didnt know him initially but he seemed so familiar, and i guess he recognised me too so we waved. that was in queenstown. and i bumped into him at christchurch! haha. he was having dinner with his family, and my family and i walked past the restaurant! plus he was sitting facing the street so he could actually see the people who walked past. i didnt see him at first; my sister told me that my friend was inside. haha. so i walked back a little and went to talk to him. we got to know each other's names and i realised that he's actually on the same flight back! he was going to transit in sydney too. haha. how coincidental is that! oh! and the best thing is that he was sitting behind me on the plane from sydney back to singapore! i think i was being stalked. haha. &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;school's gonna start soon and i'm having mixed feelings about it. my orientation leader just called and she sounds fun but another school year sounds dreadful! haha. and who knows what would happen after the o level results come out. at least i've got my God (: you can have Him too you know!&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;it wouldnt stop pouring the past few days and everything was getting sad cos it kept on raining. but i'm glad the rain's over and the sun's coming out again! some scary stuff happened at home yesterday and i'm still pretty freaked. but thank you weiqin! (:&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;"hey! that's my princess! go find your own!" -shrek, when the hunter was going to snatch princess fiona away from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*how sweet! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-116737559960179196?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/116737559960179196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=116737559960179196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116737559960179196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116737559960179196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/12/dreadlocks-in-her-hair.html' title='dreadlocks in her hair'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-116608368719245083</id><published>2006-12-14T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:25:28.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>till we run out of road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;all those going sa for first 3/1.5 months, we're gonna be class/schoolmates again! haha. &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;okay, i'll be leaving for new zealand tonight. and i'll be gone till the 26th. miss me guys! :D &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;and merry christmas in advance! (:&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/14892936-116608368719245083?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/116608368719245083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=116608368719245083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116608368719245083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116608368719245083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/12/till-we-run-out-of-road.html' title='till we run out of road'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-116558991889305698</id><published>2006-12-08T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T16:11:36.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>her little heart, it could explode</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"i just want you to keep doing what you're doing, because i think it's pretty amazing. so if you dont hear from me for awhile, it's not because i dont love you; it's because i do." -seth cohen&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;i just had 2 of the best days of my life! (: i went to my mom's childcare, where she works part-time and played with the little kids there! it was really nice and sweet cos this boy called jabez and this indian girl called akisha (i think that's how you spell it) came up to me and said "i like you". i felt so loved and everything i was beaming like nobody's business! :D this boy called yongchen has really nice eyes and he's so adorable! i especially like it when he smiles. and he's always with this other boy called bryan. bryan's really cute! but actually i was kinda scared of playing with them and stuff cos i just tickled this girl's foot and she burst out crying! haha. i was so scared! and the girl's really pretty okay, that's why i went to play with her initially. i didnt dare to touch her later but she came and talked to me! (: she smiled shyly and showed me her bag which had a picture of a cartoon cat (it rhymes!). she's very pretty and she has a sister who looks just like her. but sorry guys, they're too young! haha. there's this other pretty girl too! she's called bernardette. mrs lim's face popped into my head immediately when she told me her name. haha. she's so mature compared to the other kids and there's just something about her that's different. oh! there's this other boy called angus! he looks like a polar bear! extremely cute okay! (: haha. so i just spent my thurs and fri morning at the childcare playing with the kids. it's fun! (: &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;and when it was time for their afternoon nap, this boy called jordan (he's tan!) came up to me. he tugged lightly at my hand, looked up with his huge brown eyes and said "pat me to sleep okay?". my heart totally melted. how could i resist!&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;i'm a happy girl! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-116558991889305698?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/116558991889305698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=116558991889305698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116558991889305698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116558991889305698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/12/her-little-heart-it-could-explode.html' title='her little heart, it could explode'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-116521063610527801</id><published>2006-12-04T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T14:48:17.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when molly smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;found this while blog-surfing. read on! it's funny! &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;It's not difficult to make a woman happy. A man only needs to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a friend&lt;br /&gt;2. a companion&lt;br /&gt;3. a lover&lt;br /&gt;4. a brother&lt;br /&gt;5. a father&lt;br /&gt;6. a master&lt;br /&gt;7. a chef&lt;br /&gt;8. an electrician&lt;br /&gt;9. a carpenter&lt;br /&gt;10. a plumber&lt;br /&gt;11. a mechanic&lt;br /&gt;12. a decorator&lt;br /&gt;13. a stylist&lt;br /&gt;14. a sexologist&lt;br /&gt;15. a gynecologist&lt;br /&gt;16. a psychologist&lt;br /&gt;17. a pest exterminator&lt;br /&gt;18. a psychiatrist&lt;br /&gt;19. a healer&lt;br /&gt;20. a good listener&lt;br /&gt;21. an organizer&lt;br /&gt;22. a good father&lt;br /&gt;23. very clean&lt;br /&gt;24. sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;25. athletic&lt;br /&gt;26. warm&lt;br /&gt;27. attentive&lt;br /&gt;28. gallant&lt;br /&gt;29. intelligent&lt;br /&gt;30. funny&lt;br /&gt;31. creative&lt;br /&gt;32. tender&lt;br /&gt;33. strong&lt;br /&gt;34. understanding&lt;br /&gt;35. tolerant&lt;br /&gt;36. prudent&lt;br /&gt;37. ambitious&lt;br /&gt;38. capable&lt;br /&gt;39. courageous&lt;br /&gt;40. determined&lt;br /&gt;41. true&lt;br /&gt;42. dependable&lt;br /&gt;43. passionate&lt;br /&gt;44. compassionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT FORGETTING TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. give her compliments regularly&lt;br /&gt;46. love shopping&lt;br /&gt;47. be honest&lt;br /&gt;48. be very rich&lt;br /&gt;49. not stress her out&lt;br /&gt;50. not look at other girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU MUST ALSO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. give her lots of attention, but expect little yourself&lt;br /&gt;52. give her lots of time, especially time for herself&lt;br /&gt;53. give her lots of space, never worrying about where she goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS VERY IMPORTANT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Never to forget:&lt;br /&gt;* birthdays&lt;br /&gt;* anniversaries&lt;br /&gt;* arrangements she makes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Show up naked&lt;br /&gt;2. Bring food &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;hahaha. poor guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-116521063610527801?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/116521063610527801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=116521063610527801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116521063610527801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116521063610527801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i wonder if God created the sunset just so He could see us smile every evening. i wonder if He gave each star its twinkle so that if we felt lost, we could look at those stars and see Him in the dark night skies. i wonder if He created day and night because He knew we'd need a fresh start and an ending as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;christmas is less than a month away! &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;and the kids in the kindergarten downstairs are singing all sorts of christmas songs! frosty the snowman, rudolph the red nose reindeer, silent night. you name it, they sang it! haha. and it's really putting me in the mood for christmas! i cant wait for christmas now! it's the season to be jolly and everyone's generally happy! of course, Jesus is the reason for the season (:&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;i feel like i should take up some sports or something cos i'm really wasting the hol away. haha. cant wait for cas to be back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-116470746885779477?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/116470746885779477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=116470746885779477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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you love them in spite of the fact that they're not." -jodi picoult, my sister's keeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i'm officially school-less. &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;oh gosh. i cant tell you how bored i am. there's absolutely nothing to do at home! i cant wait to head to new zealand and check the sheep and kiwi out. somebody, please tell me what to do! &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;but woo! christmas is coming! i'll be spending it out of town though ): i wont even be here for the christmas service! but it'll be kinda nice to spend christmas overseas i guess.&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;argh i'm so bored! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-116436525943764148?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/116436525943764148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=116436525943764148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116436525943764148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116436525943764148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/11/shimmy-shimmy-quarter-turn.html' title='shimmy shimmy quarter turn'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-116434953859032519</id><published>2006-11-24T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T14:55:33.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a narcissist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hello amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-116434953859032519?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/116434953859032519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14892936.post-116421605429879112</id><published>2006-11-23T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:20:54.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M BACK! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-116421605429879112?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/116421605429879112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=116421605429879112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116421605429879112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116421605429879112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-116048084392860867</id><published>2006-10-10T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T15:16:57.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adios mate -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;now that we've gotten well acquainted, what say you and i take a break from this high-life and break free from this rut. &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;till then, you know you've got my love (:&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;jessie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-116048084392860867?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/116048084392860867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=116048084392860867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116048084392860867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/116048084392860867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/10/adios-mate.html' title='adios mate -'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-115959238020961695</id><published>2006-09-30T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T14:55:57.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bitter end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there's nothing else i can say other than argh. argh for not putting in more effort for history. i know i can do history and i know prelims is not a proper gauge of my standard but it's really disappointing ): imagine passing, and even doing well, for every single tests for the past 2 years and flunking for the first time in prelims! and i know i only failed by 1 mark but it's still a big blow to me. i was so shocked when i saw my results i could only manage an 'oh my gosh'. plus this is not just any other test or exam. it's the prelims for goodness sake! looking back, i dont mind failing for all those class tests that we had. i just dont want to fail now! furthermore, mdm sia said that the source-based questions were pretty easy and i merely got a 15/25 for that section. oh boy. and it's not like i did exceptionally well for ss. i got a 31. add that to my 24/50 for history, and it's only a c5 ): i think i'm gonna be all broody over the weekend just thinking about my humanes results. &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;this whole week hasnt been very good considering how my results are and now i feel a little feverish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"i'm so far gone now, i've been running on empty. i'm so far gone now, do you want to take me on - " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lunacy fringe&lt;/strong&gt; the used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-115959238020961695?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/115959238020961695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=115959238020961695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/115959238020961695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/115959238020961695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/09/bitter-end.html' title='the bitter end'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-115926348162586261</id><published>2006-09-26T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T14:57:54.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>demolition lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(cos yiting said my blog was getting stagnant)&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;today is eddie's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he is five years old. it is a sunday afternoon at ruby pier. picnic tables are set along the boardwalk, which overlooks the long white beach. there is a vanilla cake with blue wax candles. there is a bowl of orange juice. the pier workers are milling about, the barkers, the sideshow acts, the animal trainers, some men from the fishery. eddie's father, as usual, is in a card game. eddie plays at his feet. his older brother, joe, is doing push-ups in front of a group of elderly women, who feign interest and clap politely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eddie is wearing his birthday gift, a red cowboy hat and a toy holster. he gets up and runs from one group to the next, pulling out the toy gun and going, "bang, bang!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"c'mere boy," mickey shea beckons from a bench. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"bang, bang," goes eddie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mickey shea works with eddie's dad, fixing the rides. he is fat and wears suspenders and is always singing irish songs. to eddie, he smells funny, like cough medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"c'mere. lemme do your birthday bumps," he says. "like we do in ireland."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;suddenly, mickey's large hands are under eddie's armpits and he is hoisted up, then flipped over and dangled by the feet. eddie's hat falls off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"careful, mickey!" eddie's mother yells. eddie's father looks up, smirks, then returns to his card game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"ho, ho. i got 'im," mickey says. "now. one birthday bump for every year."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mickey lowers eddie gently, until his head brushes the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"one!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mickey lifts eddie up. the others join in, laughing. they yell, "two! ... three!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;upside down, eddie is not sure who is who. his head is getting heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"four! ..." they shout. "five!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eddie is flipped right-side up and put down. everybody claps. eddie reaches for his hat, then stumbles over. he gets up, wobbles to mickey shea, and punches him in the arm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"ho-ho! what was that for, little man?" mickey says. everyone laughs. eddie turns and runs away, three steps, before being swept into his mother's arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"are you all right, my darling birthday boy?" she is only inches from his face. he sees her deep red lipstick and her plump, soft cheeks, and the wave of her auburn hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"i was upside down," he tells her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"i saw," she says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she puts his hat back on his head. later, she will walk him along the pier, perhaps take him on an elephant ride, or watch the fishermen pull in their evening nets, the fish flipping like shiny, wet coins. she will hold his hand and tell him God is proud of him for being a good boy on his birthday, and that will make the world feel right-side up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and i guess this is what all mothers do: make the world feel right-side up again (: &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/14892936-115926348162586261?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/115926348162586261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=115926348162586261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/115926348162586261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/115926348162586261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/09/demolition-lovers.html' title='demolition lovers'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-115302932508766833</id><published>2006-07-16T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T14:59:59.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and that's just the way the story goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at home, we all wear masks so that kate doesnt have to. i find myself checking her fingernails while she brushes her teeth or pours cereal, to see if the dark ridges made by the chemo have disappeared - a sure sign of the bone marrow tranplant's success. twice a day i give kate growth factor shots in the thigh, a necessity until her neutrophil count tops one thousand. at that point, the marrow will be reseeding itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she cant go back to school yet, so we get her lessons sent home. once or twice she comes with me to pick anna up from kindergarten, but refuses to get out of the car. she will troop to the hospital for her routine CBC, but if i suggest a side trip to the video store or dunkin' donuts afterward, she begs off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one sat morning, the door to the girls' bedroom is ajar; i knock gently. "want to go to the mall?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kate shrugs. "not now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i lean against the doorframe. "it'll be good to get out of the house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"i dont want to." although i'm sure she does not even realise she is doing it, she skims her palm over her head before tucking her hand into her back pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"kate," i begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"dont say it. dont tell me that nobody's going to stare at me, cos they will. dont tell me it doesnt matter, cos it does. and dont tell me i look fine cos that's a lie." her eyes, lashbare, fill with tears. "i'm a freak, mom. &lt;i&gt;look&lt;/i&gt; at me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i do, and i see the spots where her brows have gone missing, and the slope of her endless brow, and the small divots and bumps that are usually hidden under a cover of hair. "well," i say evenly. "we can fix this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;without another word, i walk out of her room, knowing kate will follow. i pass anna, who abandons her colouring book to trail behind her sister. in the basement, i pull out a pair of ancient electric grooming clippers we found when we bought the house, and plug them in. then i cut a swath right down the middle of my scalp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"mom!" kate gasps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"what?" a tumble of brown waves falls onto anna's shoulder; she picks them up delicately. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's only hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;with another swipe of the razor, kate starts to smile. she points out a spot that i've missed, where a small thatch stands like a forest. i sit down on an overturned milk crate and let her shave the other side of my head herself. anna crawls onto my lap. "me next," she begs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;an hour later, we walk through the mall holding hands, a trio of bald girls. we stay for hours. everywhere we go, heads turn and voices whisper. &lt;b&gt;we are beautiful, times three&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aww (:&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/14892936-115302932508766833?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/115302932508766833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=115302932508766833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/115302932508766833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/115302932508766833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-thats-just-way-story-goes.html' title='and that&apos;s just the way the story goes'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-115218322346778943</id><published>2006-07-06T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T19:26:30.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales. that fantasy of what your life would be, with a white dress, and a prince charming who would whisk you off to his castle that's on a hill. you would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. santa claus, the tooth fairy, prince charming; they were so close you could taste them. but eventually you grow up. one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. most people turn to the things and people they can trust but the thing is it's hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cos almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&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;dont you just love school? it's only the second week and all the teachers are going down on us hard. and it's as if the time's-running-out speeches are not enough, mr see's personal msg thing yesterday was 60 days to prelims. that means it's 59 days today. oh &lt;s&gt;a&lt;/s&gt;man&lt;s&gt;da&lt;/s&gt;. haha. &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;i didnt like the sky this morning! it was so dark! and the clouds did not have their usual cotton candy texture! what a great start to the day. haha. but school was fine! didnt get caught for not tying my hair. plus our favourite woman wore her geisha costume to school again! haha. what a treat to the eyes. &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;spent last last night just gossiping with my sister. haha. it was fun! and although sometimes they get on my nerves and can be downright annoying, i really cant imagine how life would be without the both of them! (: no sharing of clothes, no fighting to get the bathroom sometimes, no endless talking until we all fall asleep, and the list goes on and on :D and (haha) i would receive two less presents on my birthday! i love my sisters! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at the end of the day, faith is a funny thing. it turns up when you dont really expect it. it's like one day you realise that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamt. the castle, well, it may not be a castle, and it's not so important happy ever after, just that it's happy right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;see once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you, and once in a while people may even take your breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/14892936-115218322346778943?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/115218322346778943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=115218322346778943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/115218322346778943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/115218322346778943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-know-how-when-you-were-little-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-115165820515275618</id><published>2006-06-30T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T15:04:27.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where love is just a lyric in a children's rhyme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"see, once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you. once in a while, people may even take your breath away. that's what you have to believe."&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;if i had to tell you how humans made their way to earth, it would go like this: in the beginning, there was nothing at all but the moon and the sun. and the moon wanted to come out during the day, but there was something so much brighter that seemed to fill up all those hours. the moon grew hungry, thinner and thinner, until she was just a slice of herself, and her tips were as sharp as a knife. by accident, because that is the way most things happen, she poked a hole in the night and out spilled a million stars, like a fountain of tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;horrified, the moon tried to swallow them up. and sometimes this worked, because she got fatter and rounder. but mostly it didnt, because there were just so many. the stars kept coming, until they made the sky so bright that the sun got jealous. he invited the stars to his side of the world, where it was always bright. what he didnt tell them, though, was that in the daytime, they'd never be seen. so the stupid ones leaped from the sky to the ground, and they froze under the weight of their foolishness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the moon did her best. she carved each of these blocks of sorrow into a man or a woman. she spent the rest of her time watching out so that her other stars wouldnt fall. &lt;em&gt;she spent the rest of her time holding on to whatever scraps she had left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&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/14892936-115165820515275618?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/115165820515275618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=115165820515275618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/115165820515275618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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and weaker at the same time. you feel excited, at the same time, terrified. the truth is, you dont know how you feel except what kind of man you want to be. it's like you've reached the unreachable and you're not even ready for it"&lt;/em&gt; --&lt;strong&gt;peter parker, spiderman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/14892936-115099089822617688?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/115099089822617688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=115099089822617688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so, today was ord or rod or whatever it's called. well we wont get to say "you going for choir?" anymore. haha. i dont know, maybe i'll miss it.&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;went to town later with my mom cos she needed to bring my sis to town. and my mom's hilarious! there was this buy 2 get 1 offer and she went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"it's not worth it! cos if i buy 2, i'll only get to bring 1 home." get it? haha. okay maybe it doesnt sound funny here but it definitely was when she said it! :D my mom's so cool, she spontaneously tried something on in topshop! she said it looked really ugly though but who cares! haha. i had so much fun with my her today. i hope we do this again! (:&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;had lunch at billy bombers. the portions are so so so big! it really doesnt look that big but when you actually eat it, it's like wow! and there was so much meat on that plate i dont think i can look at meat again. &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;oh you know the middle-aged guy who hands out christian pamphlets along orchard road? he handed me one today and said, "come to my church okay. there's one around jurong too. &lt;em&gt;only bring chinese friends. malays are not welcomed&lt;/em&gt;." my first reaction was what?! that's so not the way dude. thanks for making my day huh.&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;and i finished watching oc!&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;&lt;i&gt;so &lt;s&gt;sally&lt;/s&gt; jessie can wait, she knows it's too late as we're walking on by&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-115073127698391642?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/115073127698391642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=115073127698391642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/115073127698391642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/115073127698391642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/06/cos-you-aint-never-gonna-burn-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-115047227056097361</id><published>2006-06-16T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:37:50.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5673/1362/1600/huh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5673/1362/320/huh.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-115047227056097361?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/115047227056097361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=115047227056097361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/115047227056097361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/115047227056097361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114982473184896262</id><published>2006-06-13T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T19:26:55.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i've been tagged! -says this in the "we've been cloned" accent in white chicks. and I AM SO FRIKKIN' PISSED! no, i was kidding. i just got carried away. haha! squeeze me? :D&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;anyway i'm supposed to come up with eight different points of my &lt;i&gt;perfect lover&lt;/i&gt;. yes. haha. it feels weird actually doing this cos you know, i dont usually do this kinda things. so here goes nothing. &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;1)LOVES GOD (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;enough said. &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;2)loves cas and loves all the people i love &lt;s&gt;and hate the people i hate&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;DO YOU SEE THIS PREETY! okay, i just added in the second part out of nowhere. haha. you know i dont hate people! &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;3)be funny and have a sense of humour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;in short, make me laugh and take my jokes! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4)have a great personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;there's no use looking good if you've got none&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;5)be sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;take a hint man.&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;6)be adventurous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;who else (excluding cas) is gonna go bungee jumping and sky diving with me?&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;7)think i'm the most amazing fantastic wonderful marvelous excellent fabulous person in the whole wide world (excluding his mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;okay, i was just kidding! but of cos i dont mind! :D&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;8)be able to tolerate my narcissism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;maybe i do love myself too much. but it's not my fault! i was born nice and sweet and pretty. too bad i cant choose to not be all those (: haha. do you see my point now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it doesnt hurt if he's tanned! ;D&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;and i'm supposed to tag 8 other people, but you guys know how nice i am. so let me spare you the agony (:&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;1)whoever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2)who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3)wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4)to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5)do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6)this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7)go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8)ahead! (:&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;i can see the appreciative looks on your faces already. &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;now SMILE! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114982473184896262?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114982473184896262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114982473184896262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114982473184896262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114982473184896262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-been-tagged-says-this-in-weve-been.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114977518990086142</id><published>2006-06-08T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T22:04:01.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for God and God's family, for providing me with all the love i'll ever need to fill up that void in my heart. that emptiness in the shape of a heart, only meant to be filled up by one person and that's YOU (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont see why people have to go about seeking happiness in all the wrong places. all you guys chase after happiness when it's right there before your eyes. He loves you so very much. and He wont ever stop loving you no matter how much you push Him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos everytime you push Him away, He hugs you even tighter. and everytime you mutter "i hate You", He whispers back with an "I love you".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i dont think anyone would be able to do that except Him. He loves us even when we dont love Him. how many of us here knows how it's like to love and not be loved in returned? remember how your heart aches when your love is not recognised or reciprocated? that's the exact same heart pain He feels. remember how you would go all out to prove your love to your other half by buying roses and saying a million "i love you's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, all He did was one action of dying on the cross for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's more than enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;define love?&lt;br /&gt;i call that love, with a capital L (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;having loved His own which were in the world, He loved them unto the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infinite x's and o's! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114977518990086142?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114977518990086142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114977518990086142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114977518990086142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114977518990086142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-love-you-thank-god-for-god-and-gods.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114968976645706891</id><published>2006-06-07T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T15:06:15.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please dont drive me home tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;between who you are and who you could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;between how it is and how it should be&lt;/em&gt;&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;(: i feel slightly accomplished today cos i studied bio! haha. i admit i wasnt really paying bio the attention that it deserves but at least i did study right!&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;i've been feeling so wrong ever since this week started! probably cos every morning is packed with math. what a wonderful subject, dont you think? and then there's chem too. and it's always at some weird timing like 2.30-4.30. spare me pls math and chem. why must the both of you gang up to torture me like this. it's 2 against 1. that's not fair. you're disqualified. &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;; make me high on lullabies :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114968976645706891?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114968976645706891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114968976645706891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114968976645706891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114968976645706891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/06/please-dont-drive-me-home-tonight.html' title='please dont drive me home tonight'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114959017583223713</id><published>2006-06-06T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T15:07:36.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>death on a hot summer's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i wish i could be every little thing that you've always wanted"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;how sweet (:&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;apple's over at my house again and she's staying until friday. she has grown fatter since the last time i saw her! haha. and it's absolutely adorable. but too bad she stinks a little. came home just now and she jumped all over me! :D haha. she's cute!&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;give me a big smile now and keep it going all night! (:&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;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;laying head, head on the grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;chewing gum, having some laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114959017583223713?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114959017583223713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114959017583223713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114959017583223713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114959017583223713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/06/death-on-hot-summers-day.html' title='death on a hot summer&apos;s day'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114935387255463251</id><published>2006-06-04T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T15:08:55.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more sunset, maybe i'd be satisfied</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yesterday while having dinner with my family, i saw this small little cute chubby boy with squishy cheeks taking his fruits from the buffet table back to his table. on his plate were two watermelon slices and two honeydew slices. however, as he was walking towards his table, down this small slope, his plate was also positioned downwards, parallel to the gradient of the slope. i watched on as his fruit pieces slowly glide off the plate one by one and him being totally nonchalant about it, walking back to his table thinking that his fruit pieces were still on his plate. later when he finally realised, he started crying, because there was only one honeydew piece left on his plate. his daddy saw him crying, picked him up and carried him in his arms, then started to comfort him. he carried the little boy back to take two watermelon slices and two honeydew slices, and then carried him back to their table, making sure that as they were walking down the slope, no fruits were falling off the plate as well. when they got back to their table with all four fruit pieces still on the plate, i saw the tremendously big grin on the little boy's face. and when the daddy saw how happy the boy was, he couldn't help but smile too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i saw this entire incident,&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i was the small little boy and God's like the daddy.&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/14892936-114935387255463251?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114935387255463251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114935387255463251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114935387255463251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"you cant just have faith when miracles do happen- you have to have faith when the miracles dont happen too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114917868797101385?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114917868797101385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114917868797101385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114917868797101385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114917868797101385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-cant-just-have-faith-when-miracles.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114905215175940041</id><published>2006-05-31T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T15:10:21.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love, or something ignites in my veins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i shall spare the boys this time. haha. &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;i feel bad ): i was supposed to have tuition but i didnt and i spent a whole 2 hours mopping around the house. argh. what a great way to spend time, jessie! and the worse thing is that my tuition teacher said that he is serious with my work otherwise he wont bother to wake up early to come over! i feel so guilty. plus i thought he was the one who wanted to cancel. eeks. &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;on a lighter note, me and cas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;helped this old man cross the overhead bridge yesterday! (: what good girls we are! :D haha. this old man was struggling to climb the stairs of the overhead bridge and he was carrying 2 bags somemore. so we carried his bags for him. he took 10 mins just to cross the bridge and i dont know. that kinda scared me. what if i turn out just like him when i'm old? it's scary. then i'll have to take 10 mins just to cross a bridge. or maybe even longer. but the best part was that he wanted to give us $5! i mean his financial status thing doesnt even look okay and he wanted to give us money! it's $5 somemore and five dollars isnt exactly very little. of cos we declined! and it felt good to help! (:&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;anyway we took a little trip to the other side of singapore! haha. went to peninsula shopping centre and checked out granny's day out. that shop is so vintage. and one small little earring costs $12! i know, it's so :O! and that place around peninsula plaza and peninsula shopping centre and capitol building (i've never heard of this place) all looked so un-singapore. like i've just stepped into london or someplace like that. haha. and people were crossing the road like it belonged to their grandfather! it felt so different. &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;there's chem lesson later. how great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was drowning my sorrows but they learned to swim&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/14892936-114905215175940041?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114905215175940041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114905215175940041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114905215175940041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114905215175940041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-or-something-ignites-in-my-veins.html' title='love, or something ignites in my veins'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114864365276189992</id><published>2006-05-26T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T19:40:52.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="scratchOff" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.blingyblob.com/GenScratchOff/FL-ScratchOff.swf?event=I LOVE CAS! (:&amp;amp;clr=0x555555" width="210" height="150" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FF6600" quality="high" menu="false" loop="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blingyblob.com/GENS.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Create your own message at BlingyBlob.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114864365276189992?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114864365276189992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114864365276189992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114864365276189992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114864365276189992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/05/create-your-own-message-at-blingyblob.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114864064324206470</id><published>2006-05-26T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T18:56:35.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5673/1362/1600/boysareafraidofthedark.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5673/1362/320/boysareafraidofthedark.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;here's another one for all you girls out there (: HAHA.&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;i totally fell asleep in front of the com. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;had ptc today. went to school early and stoned for awhile. then went down to play netball under the scorching sun. i dont know wad's wrong with my shooting! haha. and basically, the day was spent going up and down in the lift. &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;my results are really really bad ):&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;brought ah huat home for the weekend. i'm not gonna hav anything to do with it though; i'm scared! ya,i know, wad's so scary about that little thing? haha. i'll leave the job to my sister. &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;i'm gonna work hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;go on and close the curtains cos all we need is &lt;em&gt;candlelight-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/14892936-114864064324206470?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114864064324206470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114864064324206470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114864064324206470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114864064324206470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/05/heres-another-one-for-all-you-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114856790273478556</id><published>2006-05-25T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:38:22.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5673/1362/1600/neverunderestimatethestupidityofboysinlargegroups.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5673/1362/320/neverunderestimatethestupidityofboysinlargegroups.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sorry boys, i just had to. haha. &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;&lt;em&gt;yeah yeah, if i'm your teacher, i'll give you an F; F for funny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;today's the last day of skool! but there's the &lt;s&gt;much anticipated&lt;/s&gt; ptc tmr. how great. &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;mr see: jessie &lt;strong&gt;desperately&lt;/strong&gt; needs to improve in a math, e math and chem. okay. thanks for coming. bye.&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;and that's it. you specially go to school just to hear your teacher say this sentence and pass you the report book. wow. it totally wont waste my time at all. &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;i'm looking forward to netball though. haha. that is if we're playing. &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;i'm sick of your isuck attitude. why cant you just appreciate yourself! you're not that bad. why should you let peoples' comments get to you. &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;&lt;u&gt;maybe redemption has stories to tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;maybe forgiveness is right where you fell&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114856790273478556?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114856790273478556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114856790273478556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114856790273478556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114856790273478556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/05/sorry-boys-i-just-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114847705825841453</id><published>2006-05-24T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:24:18.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M BORED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114847705825841453?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114847705825841453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114847705825841453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114847705825841453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114847705825841453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114839194114847866</id><published>2006-05-23T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:01:32.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;summer dreams, ripped at the seams, but ohh, those summer nights*&lt;/em&gt;&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;i think my xxx is scary! one moment she was laughing happily at this channel 5 comedy. and the next, she exploded at my sister! :/&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;on a lighter note, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i am once again reminded of how real God is. i was waiting for the bus at the bus stop (of cos la, where else. haha.) and it was getting late. the sky was already darkening. and i was just telling God that if He is really really real (i mean, you'd never know right), the next bus coming would be 963. and guess wad! yes, you guessed it. the next bus really was a 963! (: yup yup. once again, i'm reminded of His faithfulness. it's high time i gave Him some.&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;oof. i'm pooped. and i haven bathed! and i feel hungry. AGAIN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114839194114847866?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114839194114847866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114839194114847866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114839194114847866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114839194114847866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-dreams-ripped-at-seams-but-ohh.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114830747946240802</id><published>2006-05-22T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:17:59.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you aint breathing right, that's why you're panting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fonseka wasnt being himself today. he gave us three free periods! THREE! he could hav made us do a compre with the summary included but he didnt! he could hav made us write a compo but he didnt! haha. and the amazing thing was that i absolutely had nothing to do during the free periods. i didnt know free periods could be as sian as eng lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a pig today! just had dinner and i felt hungry all over again. like i didnt even eat anything from lunch until now. there's just this empty and funny feeling in my tummy! i must ask my stomach just what exactly is going on in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh stomach! what's happening to you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somewhere between nowhere and goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114830747946240802?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114830747946240802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114830747946240802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114830747946240802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114830747946240802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-aint-breathing-right-thats-why.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114809339043248856</id><published>2006-05-20T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T10:49:50.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MS KOH! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&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 macdonalds illustration:&lt;br /&gt;if i tried macdonalds fries and i think it's yummy, would i go out and tell my friends it's yummy?&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;precisely.&lt;br /&gt;we go out and tell the world that He is real because He has been so real to us in our lives. &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;smile for me now (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114809339043248856?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114809339043248856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114809339043248856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114809339043248856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114809339043248856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-ms-koh-macdonalds.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114804901123286433</id><published>2006-05-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T15:14:03.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chemistry was crazy from the get go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;NETBALL! (: it should be on everyone's favourite sport list. haha. &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;i cant seem to remember wad happened today.&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;and my L1R5 is 24 (i think). let's celebrate! &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;&lt;em&gt;turn my head with talks of summertime-&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/14892936-114804901123286433?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114804901123286433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114804901123286433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114804901123286433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114804901123286433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/05/chemistry-was-crazy-from-get-go.html' title='chemistry was crazy from the get go'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114796552484561330</id><published>2006-05-18T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:24:17.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wad a great way to start the morning. fonseka came in and gave out our english papers. i'm quite disappointed with my eng results this time. oh well. &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;and wad a great day today was! -can you sense my sarcasm. &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;i am so &lt;s&gt;careless&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;clever&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11y&lt;em&gt;=11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y=11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dont you just think that i'm so clever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;not convinced? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2x5=15&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;see, i told you that i am clever. &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;school didnt start out right, but i guess the day got better later. &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;had ISCREAM at serene centre with my girl! (: and the shop is so cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor. the one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything.&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/14892936-114796552484561330?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114796552484561330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114796552484561330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114796552484561330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114796552484561330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/05/wad-great-way-to-start-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114787042833167161</id><published>2006-05-17T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T20:53:48.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUANMIN! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&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;stupid exams had to drag on for about 3 weeks. but it's finally over now. &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;i dont really know what to blog about. maybe it's cos i haven been blogging for so long and somehow the desire to blog just disappears. &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;one quarter of the class came over today. just slacked around and watched ever after. it was an adaptation of cinderella!&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;ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so many what ifs&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/14892936-114787042833167161?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114787042833167161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114787042833167161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114787042833167161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114787042833167161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-chuanmin-stupid-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114778927102782342</id><published>2006-05-16T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T22:30:03.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET 16TH MEIRYL! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i miss you girl. &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;school let off at NINE today. that is the time which i normally get out of bed. went over to cas' house and we decided to catch aquamarine. &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;this boy at the pre-school next door just so adorable. he was checking the preety girls out! haha. &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;AQUAMARINE IS HOT (:&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;there was practically nothing to do today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You would start the conversation out of nothing and before you knew it was going where you had never been before." - The Soldier's Return &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i spent 16 minutes writing all these. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/14892936-114778927102782342?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114778927102782342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114778927102782342' title='0 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about?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about being saved by a God that has always been there. a God that you are aware of, but have never acknowledged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about the unconditional, sacrificial love that has always been offered, but was never bothered to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about turning to a higher power in desperate need of comfort, and ignoring Him in times of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about the disappointment when you cant hear His voice, but holding on to your hope because you trust in His perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;it's about praising Him in times of suffering and thanking Him in times of content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about questioning His presence when you suffer, yet it's about retaining your trust because you know His plans are for you to prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about a God that has been knocking at our door, but we are too prideful to open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about a God that loves despite children who do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about all these and &lt;strong&gt;so much more. &lt;/strong&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/14892936-114778829375795941?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114778829375795941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114778829375795941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114778829375795941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114778829375795941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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months now.&lt;br /&gt;jobless, not attending college or anything, i had found a group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;we got a kick out of it.&lt;br /&gt;a kick out of hash, out of booze.&lt;br /&gt;one night, when i came home drunk and high--this was the first time my dad saw this, although he knew what i had been up to--he told me that he loved me, and that nothing i did would change his love for me.&lt;br /&gt;he also told me, though, that i couldn't keep doing this.&lt;br /&gt;i could not be allowed to do this in this family's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baseline, it seemed, he was telling me to get out.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't though; he didn't force me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more weeks passed, still the same old stupor, the same old drunkenness.&lt;br /&gt;one night, i came home to find my dad sitting out on the porch, waiting up for me.&lt;br /&gt;of course, i was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;he said to me: you know i love you, and i always will. because i love you, i've changed the locks. if you want a key, you have to obey the rules of this family.&lt;br /&gt;i took some of my things, stole my dad's wallet, and ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the next three months, i stayed in a house with the rest of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;the night of my first birthday away from home, i was--as usual--drunk and passed out. everyone was, i suppose, drunk or unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;my dad came into the room.&lt;br /&gt;the room littered with beer cans, with open pizza boxes, with rotting food.&lt;br /&gt;the front door of the house had been wide open.&lt;br /&gt;i lay where i was, a girl knocked out beside me, afraid of what my dad would do.&lt;br /&gt;would he kick and scream, would be take my head and shake me awake?&lt;br /&gt;i pretended to be asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just stood there, for a really long time, and looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;i wondered what he was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;then he came over, knelt down.&lt;br /&gt;he kissed my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;kissed me tenderly.&lt;br /&gt;and then he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story of a wayward youth, with a persistent lover for a father.&lt;br /&gt;eventually, he went back to college, got a degree, and chose to go to the seminary.&lt;br /&gt;he's now a pastor.&lt;br /&gt;many years later, his dad asked him what turned him around.&lt;br /&gt;he told him the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;what a heart He has.&lt;br /&gt;to love one who has so grievously hurt Him, who intentionally defies and disappoints him.&lt;br /&gt;no greater love, indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114769635159000136?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114769635159000136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cos &lt;s&gt;dad&lt;/s&gt;, there are many things that i'd like to say to you but i dont know how.&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;&lt;em&gt;the greatest trick the devil ever pulled, was convincing the world that he didnt exist&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/14892936-114691831740072188?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114691831740072188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114691831740072188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114691831740072188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114691831740072188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/05/cos-dad-there-are-many-things-that-id.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114684241941958226</id><published>2006-05-05T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T13:34:20.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"have I told you about the tension of opposites?" morrie says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the tension of opposites?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"life is a series of pulls back and forth. you want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. something hurts you, yet you know it shouldnt. you take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. and most of us live somewhere in the middle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sounds like a wrestling match", i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a wrestling match." he laughs. "yes, you could describe life that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so which side wins?" i ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"which side wins?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he smiles at me, the crinkled eye, the crooked teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love wins. love always wins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so many people walk around with a meaningless life. they seem half asleep, even when they are busy doing things they think are important. this is because they're chasing the wrong things. the way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you see," he says to the girl, "you closed your eyes. that was the difference. sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. and if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too- even when you are in the dark. even when you are falling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the truth is, when our mothers held us, rocked us, stroked our heads- none of us ever got enough of that. we all yearn in some way to return to those days when we were completely taken care of- unconditional love, unconditional attention. most of us didn't get enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wherever i went in my life, i met people wanting to gobble up something new. gobble up a new car. gobble up a new piece of property. gobble up the latest toy. and then they wanted to tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"guess what i got? guess what i got?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you know how i always interpreted that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these were people so hungry for love that they were accepting substitutes. they were embracing material things and expecting sort of a hug back. but it never works. you can't substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"money is not a substitute for tenderness, and power is not a substitute for tenderness. i can tell you, as i'm sitting here dying, when you most need it, neither money nor power will give you the feelings you are looking for, no matter how much of them you have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"part of the problem, mitch, is that everyone is in such a hurry", morrie said. "people havent found meaning in their lives, so they're running all the time looking for it. they think the next car, the next house, the next job. then they find those things are empty, too, and they keep running."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once you start running it's hard to slow yourself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the most important thing in life is how to give out love and how to let it come in. we think we don't deserve love, we think if we let it in we'll become too soft. but a wise man named levine said it right. he said 'love is the only rational act.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sacrifice... we all make them. but you were angry over yours. you kept thinking about what you lost. sacrifice is part of life. it's supposed to be. it's not something to regret. it's something to aspire to. little sacrifices. big sacrifices. a mother works so her son can go to school. a daughter moves home to take care of her sick father. sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. you're just passing it on to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost love is still love, eddie. it takes a different form, that's all. you can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. but when those senses weaken, another heightens. memory. memory becomes your partner. you nuture it. you hold it. you dance with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has to end. love doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that each affects the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one."&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/14892936-114684241941958226?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114684241941958226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114684241941958226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114684241941958226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114684241941958226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/05/have-i-told-you-about-tension-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114682384894675577</id><published>2006-05-05T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T18:10:48.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"why cant we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? i guess that wouldnt work. someone would leave. someone always leaves. then we would hav to say goodbye. i hate goodbyes. i know what i need. i need more hellos."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;--&lt;strong&gt;snoopy&lt;/strong&gt; &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;4 down, 10 to go. &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;keep going people! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;infinite x's and o's,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;jessie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114682384894675577?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114682384894675577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114682384894675577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114682384894675577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114682384894675577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-cant-we-get-all-people-together-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114633059122428494</id><published>2006-04-30T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T01:09:54.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"love's not a because, it's a no matter what."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Jodi Picoult, Second Glance&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;&lt;strong&gt;little boy&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;"do you want to give me your heart?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;little girl&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;"well do you love me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;little boy&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;"of course i love you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;little girl&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;"well how much do you love me? is it an m&amp;m's worth of love? and if it is, then what colour m&amp;amp;m? i dont want to waste my heart on a boy who only loves me as much as one of those yucky brown m&amp;m's. he has to love me at least a red... or blue... or green or maybe yellow at the least"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;little boy&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;"i love you a thousand red m&amp;amp;m's"&lt;/em&gt;&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;AWW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114633059122428494?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114633059122428494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114633059122428494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114633059122428494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114633059122428494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/04/loves-not-because-its-no-matter-what.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114604716527436305</id><published>2006-04-26T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T18:27:52.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; and there's no such thing as an ordinary day&lt;/strong&gt;&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;cos &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I PASSED MY SBJ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; not that i did tremendously well. but i cant jump. so it's considered good to me! &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;eng and chi paper 1 today. &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;and we even had history after the eng paper. great timing :/&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;it's time to mug now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114604716527436305?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114604716527436305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114604716527436305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114604716527436305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114604716527436305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-theres-no-such-thing-as-ordinary.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114576354795390316</id><published>2006-04-23T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T11:40:03.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can i be your memory?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sportsdayo6 was a blast! we formed the 4o4 formation with our bodies! haha. see we're so creative! and mr see's face when he was shouting at me to close the gap with the runner in front of me nearly cracked me up. haha. but yes, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm uber proud to be in 4o4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (: &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;i left my favourite green rubber band at my grandma's house yesterday night! and guess wad! i brought chem prac notes up to study okay!&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;my childhood sweets are gone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the backyard swings are torn&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;cos it's time to MUG. &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;color:#009900;"&gt;what makes you different; makes you beautiful&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;smile for me people! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114576354795390316?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114576354795390316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114576354795390316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114576354795390316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114576354795390316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/04/can-i-be-your-memory-sportsdayo6-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114545638074212952</id><published>2006-04-19T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:19:40.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;willyoustayupjustforme?&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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;You are everything i never knew i always wanted (:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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;spent a long long day in school today. &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;color:#009900;"&gt;good night, and good luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114545638074212952?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114545638074212952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114545638074212952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114545638074212952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114545638074212952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/04/willyoustayupjustforme-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114536089298828274</id><published>2006-04-18T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:48:12.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"i cant believe that after all we've been through, ten years, you know nothing about me. did you really think that i didnt say goodbye to you because you dont mean as much to me as the rest do? you're wrong, ross. i didnt say goodbye to you because it was the hardest."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-rachel, friends.&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/14892936-114536089298828274?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114536089298828274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114536089298828274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114536089298828274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114536089298828274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-cant-believe-that-after-all-weve.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114536081596607330</id><published>2006-04-18T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:46:56.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emotions run dry, words run out, but Your love doesnt (:&lt;/strong&gt; &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;school was alright today. but it rained and rained and rained like nobody's business after school. so annoying. i hate rainy days. haha. and i always have this fear that i'll slip and fall on the wet floors. really! haha. &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;everyone! go download the song pretty girl (the way) by sugarcult. it's OUR song!&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;now smile for me (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114536081596607330?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114536081596607330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114536081596607330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114536081596607330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114536081596607330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/04/emotions-run-dry-words-run-out-but.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114528541203833844</id><published>2006-04-17T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:50:12.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;little nutbrown hare, who was going to bed, held on tight to big nutbrown hare's very long ears. he wanted to make sure that big nutbrown hare was listening. &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;"&lt;em&gt;guess how much i love you&lt;/em&gt;," he said. "&lt;em&gt;oh, i dont think i could guess that&lt;/em&gt;," said big nutbrown hare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;this much&lt;/em&gt;," said litte nutbrown hare, stretching out his arms as wide as he could go. big nutbrown hare had even longer arms. "&lt;em&gt;but i love you this much&lt;/em&gt;," he said. hmmm, that is a lot, thought little nutbrown hare. &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;"&lt;em&gt;i love you as high as i can reach&lt;/em&gt;," said little nutbrown hare. "&lt;em&gt;i love you as high as i can reach&lt;/em&gt;," said big nutbrown hare. this is quite high, thought little nutbrown hare. i wish i had arms like that. &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;then little nutbrown hare had a good idea. he tumbled upside down and reached up the tree trunk with his feet. "&lt;em&gt;i love you all the way up to my toes&lt;/em&gt;!" he said. "&lt;em&gt;and i love you all the way up to your toes&lt;/em&gt;," said big nutbrown hare, swinging him up over his head. &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;"&lt;em&gt;i love you as high as i can hop&lt;/em&gt;!" laughed little nutbrown hare, bouncing up and down. "&lt;em&gt;but i love you as high as i can hop&lt;/em&gt;," smiled big nutbrown hare, and he hopped so high that his ears touched the branches above. that's good hopping, thought little nutbrown hare, i wish i can hop like that.&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;"&lt;em&gt;i love you all the way down the lane as far as the river&lt;/em&gt;," cried little nutbrown hare. "&lt;em&gt;i love you across the river and over the hills&lt;/em&gt;," said big nutbrown hare. that's very far, thought little nutbrown hare. he was almost too sleepy to think anymore.&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;then he looked beyond the thorn bushes, out into the big dark night. nothing could be further than the sky. &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;"&lt;em&gt;i love you right up to the moon&lt;/em&gt;," he said, and closed his eyes. "&lt;em&gt;oh, that's far&lt;/em&gt;," said big nutbrown hare. "&lt;em&gt;that's very, very far&lt;/em&gt;."&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;big nutbrown hare settled little nutbrown hare into his bed of leaves. he leaned over and kissed him goodnight. then he lay down close by and whispered with a smile," &lt;em&gt;i love you right up to the moon - &lt;strong&gt;and back&lt;/strong&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/14892936-114528541203833844?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114528541203833844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114528541203833844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114528541203833844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114528541203833844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-nutbrown-hare-who-was-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114497313668367566</id><published>2006-04-14T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:05:36.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;didnt wanna leave you with the wrong impression;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;didnt wanna leave you with my last confession&lt;/strong&gt;&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;i'm gonna miss all you people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114497313668367566?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114497313668367566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114497313668367566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114497313668367566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114497313668367566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/04/didnt-wanna-leave-you-with-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114493340756483075</id><published>2006-04-13T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:03:27.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crankyourloveuploudbaby.blogspot.com"&gt;www.crankyourloveuploudbaby.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; - GO GO GO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114493340756483075?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114493340756483075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114493340756483075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114493340756483075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114493340756483075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/04/www.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114493211099504060</id><published>2006-04-13T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T15:12:29.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we could be the talk across the town</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today was unbearably SWEET! (:&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;flying off to bangkok tmr morning. i'll miss church and everything, but maybe God's giving me a chance to reach out to my family. yup, you'll never know! &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;had cell after school! it feels good to know that there's dis group of people in class who are just so passionate about God (:&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;and i just realised how near the mid-yrs actually are. gotta start mugging. really. &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;today's a good day! (:&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;color:#009900;"&gt;one day we'll laugh about it, cos we're always playing those games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114493211099504060?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114493211099504060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114493211099504060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114493211099504060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114493211099504060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-could-be-talk-across-town.html' title='we could be the talk across the town'/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114484932455164815</id><published>2006-04-12T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T21:42:04.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;found this on someone's blog. &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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jesus and Satan were having an on-going argument about who was better on the computer. They had been going at it for days, and frankly, God was tired of hearing all the bickering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally fed up, God said, "THAT'S IT!! I have had enough. I am going to set up a test that will run for 2 hours, and from those results, I will judge who deserves the better job". &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;So Satan and Jesus sat down at the keyboards and typed away. They moused. They faxed. They e-mailed. They e-mailed with attachments. They downloaded. They did spreadsheets. They wrote reports. They created labels and cards. They created charts and graphs. They did some genealogy reports. They did every job known to man. Jesus worked with heavenly efficiency and Satan was faster than hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, ten minutes before their time was up, lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, thunder rolled, rain poured, and, of course, the power went off. Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse word known in the underworld. Jesus just sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the electricity came back on, and each of them restarted their computers. Satan started searching frantically, screaming, "It's gone! It's all GONE!! I lost everything when the power went out!" &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;Meanwhile, Jesus quietly started printing out all of his files from the past 2 hours of work. Satan observed this and became irate. "Wait!" he screamed."That's not fair! He cheated! How come he has all his work and I don't have any?" God just shrugged and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jesus saves (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114484932455164815?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114484932455164815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114484932455164815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114484932455164815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114484932455164815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/04/found-this-on-someones-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114484724780707654</id><published>2006-04-12T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T21:07:28.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rainbows and pots of gold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so much to prove before we got old&lt;/strong&gt;&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;ooo. preety girl and i did the aus presentation until ONE IN THE MORNING yesterday! and i only slept at 2. AND i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;went over to preety's house after skool today to finish up the presentation. it was tiring. &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;THANK US BOYS.&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;okay, off to study for a math! wish me luck, people! (:&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;color:#009900;"&gt;one day i'll go, dancing on the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114484724780707654?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114484724780707654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114484724780707654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114484724780707654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114484724780707654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/04/rainbows-and-pots-of-gold-so-much-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114467457164158524</id><published>2006-04-10T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:09:40.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego&lt;/strong&gt;&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;today was emotionally draining! but i'm glad it's all over. &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;there are many things that i would like to say to you, but i dont know how ):&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;had a splitting headache during eng. i just needed to put my head down but i scared fonseka will think i'm so lazy that i cant even put my head up. so sometimes my head would be high up and sometimes my head would be on the table. i dont understand how anybody can stay awake during fonseka's 3periods-in-a-row lessons. &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;color:#009900;"&gt;being without God is a hopeless end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;but being with God is an endless hope&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;i'll be going to bangkok this weekend. if my mom can book the tickets. off to see my dad. oh! he may be coming back permanently (is this how you spell permanently?) around sep! he's trying to get a job as a lecturer (: yes. praise the Lord for putting my family together again! &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;color:#009900;"&gt;someday, i'm gonna stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;but today, i'm gonna walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114467457164158524?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114467457164158524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114467457164158524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114467457164158524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114467457164158524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/04/shes-beautiful-as-usual-with-bruises.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114450910137345544</id><published>2006-04-08T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T23:11:41.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;goodness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114450910137345544?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114450910137345544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114450910137345544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114450910137345544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114450910137345544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/04/goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114441342940497523</id><published>2006-04-07T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:37:09.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sometimes i wish that my tear ducts will just dry up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114441342940497523?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114441342940497523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114441342940497523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114441342940497523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114441342940497523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/04/sometimes-i-wish-that-my-tear-ducts.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114441051053701801</id><published>2006-04-07T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:48:56.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today was faeces ):&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;color:#009900;"&gt;pls let me know that my one bad day will end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114441051053701801?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114441051053701801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114441051053701801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114441051053701801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114441051053701801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-was-faeces-pls-let-me-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114395322749556193</id><published>2006-04-02T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T12:47:07.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN: 15px; COLOR: #1a0a13; PADDING-TOP: 8px; FONT-FAMILY: verdana, sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cfcf95"&gt;&lt;h2 style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 110%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5" href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Jessie&amp;gender=f"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Jessie!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;During the reign of Peter the Great, any Russian nobleman who chose to wear jessie had to pay a special jessie tax.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jessie is the only king without a moustache on the standard pack of cards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twenty-eight percent of Microsoft's employees are jessie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Without its lining of jessie, your stomach would digest itself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is bad luck to light three cigarettes with the same jessie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The international dialling code for jessie is 672.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jessie cannot burp - there is no gravity to separate liquid from gas in her stomach.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carnivorous animals will not eat another animal that has been hit by jessie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some people in Malaysia bathe their babies in beer to protect them from jessie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jessie can smell some things up to six miles away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #cfcf95; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #5f5f42; TEXT-ALIGN: center" action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114395322749556193?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114395322749556193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114395322749556193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114395322749556193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114395322749556193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/04/ten-top-trivia-tips-about-jessie.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114395028523620794</id><published>2006-04-02T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T11:58:05.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;maybei'lljuststayinbed&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;&lt;em&gt;there's always something in the way&lt;/em&gt;&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;i hit my hand against the handle of my big wooden door last night. the pain was so excruciating that i cried (i have a low threshold for pain). and i saw blood. okay, it was only a little bit but i freaked out. and i was so tired yesterday, i just wanted to get to my bed and sleep but i had to knock my hand. so great. it was bulging last night. as in there was a circle around the wound. haha. now the cut is so tiny i think you will laugh at me when i tell you that i cried. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i get a high whenever you're around;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sweeping from my head to my toes&lt;/span&gt;&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;there's lit, ss, hist, math, and a whole bunch of things waiting for me. i need to get off but i just cant! help. &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;had flag day yesterday. i think i said the most thank-yous in my entire life in just one day. and it was tiring (what joy, we are gonna do it again next sat). i will try to donate everytime someone asks me for donation, provided that i am not lazy to take my wallet out. haha. &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;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;in the bright of day, it might seem like the stars are gone&lt;br /&gt;well, they never leave,&lt;br /&gt;they come back when the sun moves on&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/14892936-114395028523620794?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114395028523620794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114395028523620794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114395028523620794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114395028523620794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/04/maybeilljuststayinbed-theres-always.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114372476253364267</id><published>2006-03-30T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:19:22.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YIPPEE! (: YITING GOT FIRST PLACE FOR SHOT PUT!&lt;/span&gt; &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;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy 16th nicholas!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and we all know that alfred tried his bestest! (: good job alfred! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&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/14892936-114372476253364267?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114372476253364267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114372476253364267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114372476253364267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114372476253364267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/03/yippee-yiting-got-first-place-for-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114355496351235766</id><published>2006-03-28T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:09:38.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;somewhere over the RAINBOW!&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;YEAH! today was a good day! (:&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;seow laoshi let us off for early recess today! it was the first time we were earlier than the express chinese people! haha. and i had too much sugar intake today. i think i might get diabetes or something! how! i'm obsessed. i'm so pathetic. haha. oh! monday was a great great great day! YEAH!&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;color:#009900;"&gt;as they searched the night for someone to hold onto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;and just pass through&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;oh! and i spent tawG today! (:&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;OUR TOPSHOP SECRET! hoho! &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;and when &lt;s&gt;she&lt;/s&gt; he walks, all the wind blows and the angels sing! x) &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;AH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114355496351235766?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114355496351235766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114355496351235766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114355496351235766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114355496351235766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/03/somewhere-over-rainbow-yeah-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114335065012796132</id><published>2006-03-26T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T13:24:10.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thinkhappythoughts&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;&lt;em&gt;it didnt make sense not to live for fun&lt;/em&gt;&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;SINGAPORE IS SO SO SO SMALL! and that's a good thing (: haha. &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;go &lt;a href="www.letssingit.com"&gt;www.letssingit.com&lt;/a&gt; and search for new found glory's heaven. and read the lyrics! (esp the guys!) haha. it's simple but so so so sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;the ice we skate is getting pretty thin; the waters' getting warm so you might as well swim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114335065012796132?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114335065012796132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114335065012796132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114335065012796132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114335065012796132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/03/thinkhappythoughts-it-didnt-make-sense.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114330540069460224</id><published>2006-03-26T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T00:50:00.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i missed my old blogskin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114330540069460224?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114330540069460224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114330540069460224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114330540069460224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114330540069460224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-missed-my-old-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114326538753118016</id><published>2006-03-25T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T13:43:07.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ifeelbutterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but your fire fills my soul; and it wounds me up like no one knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SWEET 16TH QIHUI! HAV A WONDERFUL DAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's heats was fabulous! haha. all of us did such a great job we all deserve a pat on our backs! (: no, actually we deserve pats on our backs; not just one! haha. huimin ran like a giraffe with her long long legs. regina just bounced along effortlessly cos she's so light. AND SHE OVERTOOK THREE PEOPLE! i'm so proud of her! (: amanda didnt let the fatigue overcome her! (you go, girl!) jessica was like the wind. and chenyaan was like a lion with her hair flying behind her. haha. nice work girls! (: the boys did a great job too! all of them ran like there was no tmr. and i'm sure cas' cheers and shouts motivated us to run even faster! (: i'm so so so proud of my class! YEAH! this paragraph is filled with so many smiley faces. let me just add one more (: haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;FAITH SEES THE INVISIBLE, BELIEVES THE INCREDIBLE, AND RECEIVES THE IMPOSSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114326538753118016?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114326538753118016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114326538753118016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114326538753118016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114326538753118016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/03/ifeelbutterflies-but-your-fire-fills.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114275478107201399</id><published>2006-03-19T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T15:53:01.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thehardestpartofholdingonislettingitgo&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;&lt;em&gt;i'm not the milk and cheerios in your spoon&lt;/em&gt;&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;went to town with huimin yesterday! saw a lot a lot a lot of couples there. it's quite irritating when you so happen to look at them and they so happen to look up too, and then they give you the whatyoulookingat face. yes, hello? if you hug and grope in public, of cos people will look at you la. duh. get a room. anyway, we didnt get our bear bag ): but that's okay. cos we got dis monkey thing. haha. YEA. &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;oh! preety girl came over to swim on fri! haha. it was fun! talked and talked a lot. i didnt wanna get out of the pool. you should see how desperate we were for the sun. haha. in the end, i was late for my piano lesson. but it's worth the while! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so much pleasure with such pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;how we always, always stay the same&lt;/span&gt; &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;school's starting again tmr. wad joy.&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;color:#009900;"&gt;but it's amazing what a couple of years could mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114275478107201399?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114275478107201399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114275478107201399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114275478107201399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114275478107201399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/03/thehardestpartofholdingonislettingitgo.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114205152498427425</id><published>2006-03-11T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T12:32:05.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;timecanhealusagain&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;&lt;em&gt;but the words get confused and the conversation dies&lt;/em&gt;&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;woke up this morning feeling wrong. probably cos of the dream i had. haha. i dreamt that my family had to move out of the condo cos my father lost his job. but my older sister insisted on staying there. she said she's already working and can support herself. and she doesnt see why she has to move out when she can survive on her own. okay. so the 4 of us moved out. we were all lugging our luggages until we reached this void deck. and i woke up. &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;i dont know. the sight of void deck gives me this funny feeling. like there's this void under all the apartments, and it's waiting for people to fill it. it just creeps me out. the sight of an empty void deck. &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;color:#33cc00;"&gt;let's make this last forever&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 march hols are here. but i have to go back to school every single day. they might as well not call it a hol instead. but the last day of school was very slack. so maybe, just maybe, it makes up for the lack of slack (haha) we will be having during the next week. we had ipp. some emergency exercise. so we only had the first 4 periods of the day, and the rest were free! mr see let us watch corpse bride while we were trapped in the classroom. and actually he wanted to teach chem after we came back from assembly. but nice him allowed us to finish watching corpse bride. it was a nice but sad show. quite sad la. cos the bride gave her 'husband' away. &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;played netball under the hot hot hot sun after school. and we ran 400m. my timing was 1:39. i must improve! &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;color:#33cc00;"&gt;and as we lie beneath the stars, we realise how small we are&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;i feel sick ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114205152498427425?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114205152498427425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114205152498427425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114205152498427425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114205152498427425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/03/timecanhealusagain-but-words-get.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114190996458083279</id><published>2006-03-09T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:12:44.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the air, the fireflies- our only light in paradise&lt;/em&gt;&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;mr rai is biased! ): but i dont know. maybe we deserve it? but he should at least let qiqi and wenrui go to the toilet what!&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;color:#33cc00;"&gt;if your life was a movie, would it be a good one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;saw this off the join-the-army kind of advertisement. and i want my life to be a good movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114190996458083279?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114190996458083279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114190996458083279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114190996458083279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114190996458083279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-air-fireflies-our-only-light-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14892936.post-114182273404490700</id><published>2006-03-08T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:58:54.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as the surface breaks, reflection fades&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5673/1362/1600/DSC00320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5673/1362/320/DSC00320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my beloved cousin. haha. i just felt like putting her face here. &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;today was a slack day! not that i'm complaining though. i was feeling so horrible during ss. cos of. ya. haha. stayed back in school for dontknowwhat. me and huimin were talking about class stuff and everything. and i dont know. &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;was hoping to play netball when the sun was not so bright, and when there were less people. but didnt play in the end. anyway being sweaty at this time is so much so inconvenient. &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;color:#33cc00;"&gt;no goodnight kisses anymore&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;sometimes i wish i could be the uncle selling chicken rice at bukit batok. at least he already completed his studies and everything. somemore he has his own business. it may not be a very big or famous chicken rice stall but at least he has his own thing to do. not like me. i dont know what i want to do next time. and studying is so stressful now.&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;but i'll hang in there cos of God's vision for me! (:&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;color:#33cc00;"&gt;we keep confusing stars for satellites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14892936-114182273404490700?l=slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/feeds/114182273404490700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14892936&amp;postID=114182273404490700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114182273404490700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14892936/posts/default/114182273404490700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slippingdowntheslide.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-surface-breaks-reflection-fades-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854673258437365706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
