<?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-4214378860295050004</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:40:23.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jawabawa giggles, boxhead buddies, dogwalkers.</title><subtitle type='html'>the clocks ticking love, and its ticking too quickly</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-7661649889908901033</id><published>2009-03-25T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T07:25:59.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>erm, TODAY?</title><content type='html'>todayy we performaed our maria marten. big whoop.&lt;br /&gt;ugh, it was okayy i guess.&lt;br /&gt;at the end, where sarah fell off the box, she pulled the white cloth with her and i think the cloth kinda got stuck and like the whole door frame fell on her. omgg, i freaked out, and i just tried to pull it away to prevent it from hitting her. so scary. and it landed on her leg, and darsh said that if i didn't move it, it could have hit her headdd!!&lt;br /&gt;so scaryy :(&lt;br /&gt;man, today was just weird. felt lik elast day of school. somehow things didn't relaly work out for me. kat said kelly wasn't there to watch us.. really? hah, no idea. than we danced and romit and kat danced off. well, they attmepted to. i think it would have been really cool if we did the whole class against the rest!! ;D haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoop. tpday was interestinggg. yay. oh, physical science tomorrow. pity:( ugh, i think mr chan's voice is very muffled, cant hear. man :0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-7661649889908901033?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/7661649889908901033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=7661649889908901033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/7661649889908901033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/7661649889908901033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2009/03/erm-today.html' title='erm, TODAY?'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-5640355872317453290</id><published>2009-03-13T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T05:24:10.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGHH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;PLEASE GUYS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE MOONFACE ON OKTO IS MOONFACE 1!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;PLEASE STOP ASKING ME WHY I AM NOT IN THE THRID ONE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;THANKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-5640355872317453290?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/5640355872317453290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=5640355872317453290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/5640355872317453290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/5640355872317453290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2009/03/ughh.html' title='UGHH!!'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-7048966887193817847</id><published>2009-03-13T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T05:20:49.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU KATHLEEN!!</title><content type='html'>wowww!! best friend dayy!! yayy!! i love you yellow butted beeeeeeee!!! whopeeeee!!1 i love you kattt~yay, 25 july,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our sleepover! lovelove!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-7048966887193817847?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/7048966887193817847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=7048966887193817847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/7048966887193817847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/7048966887193817847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-you-kathleen.html' title='I LOVE YOU KATHLEEN!!'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-8830202952165574631</id><published>2009-03-11T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T05:22:45.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY SUCKED. YAY.</title><content type='html'>FIRST. we had our very stupid and pathetic "CLASS PARTY" where, we pretended to eat, had romit disturb us and nikki running around doing some  tupid can-can dance. clar and i just tried to stay calm. but i was already getting very frustrated. than, i thought we had mother tongue and ade said we had ihss, so i was studying for the oral shit thing, and people like gwen and daniel and all came in. what the hell. so i shouted, adelene. now is chinese, not ihss. and she insisted that it was ihss, and she was like, oh, haha, whoops. sometimes she really really pisses me off, cos i know she is pretending to be dumb. than okayy, yay. chinese came. wow so fun.&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;br /&gt;than came arc, we presented first. we had some techinical difficulties and the class was like making so much freaking noise and like asking us to hurry up, i could hear some of them complaining. so what if we don't know how to use the freaking visualiser, than if you so smart to complaint than you bloody hel come here and teach us lah!!! stupid. than we started our presentation. i think we did fairly well then. and than nikki anisha and justine started bombarding us with al these questions, which i agree was good but when we, correction, I answered it for the ifrst time, they said, no thats not what we were asking, we meant that, and we kept on answering the questions and they kept on answering the questions and they kept on asking more and more and we ket answering, ugh, and than i answered some stuff, and than nikki said that it was not written in our slide. and i said, well, thats because we said it and you guys weren't listening. than justine, trying to be funny, said :" why didn't you put it on the slide! i mean its called a slideshow for a reason" or somthing to that effect, and i just let it go, WELL, IF WE PUT EVERY SINGLE THING WE SAID ON THE SLIDE, THAN ISN'T IT IMPLYING THAT YOU GUYS ARE ALL EITHER BLIND OR DUMB!" and han we argued for another 10 secs, and mr ong got the idea that all of us were dammmmmmm pisseed, especially me, and he stood up and said, hah, oh:) okayy, lets stop here. i shall give my comments. and he said stuff, and the arguement started again, amr ong was on our side, blah blah. than anjali' group went next. and the same thing happened. and i could tell anjali either wanted to curse and swear at them or just burst into tears. and i felt pissed for her.  yeahh, lunch, we got our lunch, ade and sarah again, coming so late, and then later complaining that we eat too fast and never wait for them. and later krish comes along, talks about rockband and shit and says that we didn't go to his house last time, okay i shall not bring this up, too long winded, and sarah was saying she has rockband too, but on wii. and krish said that it was impossible to play rockband on wii. if not it is the japanese versian. hello. i am dam sure it is rockband cos like i saw the cover and all and its damn ex luh. and they all started talking and adelene again started pretending not to know anything. ughhh!!! stop doing that. and than they all wanted to do math. and i really didn't have much mood ot do it. so kat and i went to play on the paino. and i sang the show. yay.  and it relived some of my stress i guess. yeahh. so clar called and said that they were going back to class. so i said, erm, okayy. yall go first. after awhile, we went back and they were still there, okayy, so we watited and went up together. already late for math, sarah dropped her green tea from the second floor till the bottom. we wasted some time getting someone to get the bottle up for us. yeahh. went for math. ms lim was late, yay.so while waiting, we just stodd outside chatting and just playing around, and adelene was going around who wanted to eat ther chicken and it is so obvious who she should have given it to, ROMIT. duh. well, obviously, and her with her "gullible" mind started asking the entire world waiting for some idiot to tell her, go ask romit. and guess who the idiot was, me. yay. i told her, cos i was getting very irritated, yeah. and she was liek oh yahh! like she forgotten that romit even exested. ugh. irritant. so than ms lim came. math was okay. a bit boring. but yeahh, i understood so its good. ya. we were given break if we could answer this stupid break. yay. so we all went out and chatted, and alethea, sarah, ade, and krish, thaddaeus and dunno who else, oh and me too, we all just stood there and talked abotu nonsense. yeah, it felt weird. so it suked. went back to class. yipeee. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, than theatre. i told everyone to rememebr to bring whatever they neede for maria marten and SOMEBODY FORGOT. so i got more pissed. and mr sam, beiing his lazy self, said: hey, you know what. lets watch a movie instead of practicing. and i was liek!! what the hell!! no!! performance is in like a few days, or at least this was like our last prectice!! and everybody was like movie. like what the hell!!! sigh, so we had to watch guess what, harry potter and the oreder of the stupid phoenix. yuck. watched it a gazillion times. and jaime said she wasn't allowed to watch it, cos actually christians aren't allowed to watch it, cos it is actualy black magic. yeah.and cla and i also didn't wanna watch, so we pretend, we went to the toilet and also to call jaime's mum. and her mum said, okayy luh, so we went in and watched and when we walked in, krish was like, yall ar damn distracting you know, like hello, who ask him to be so fussy. liek what the hell, the were so many other people walking and walking and walking. just because we are watching, doesn't nessarily mean that we wanna watch it right, krish, you piss me off real bad. and  clar left cos of dance. than i just sat by myself so boring. i wanted to sleep, but everyone else was so DISTRACTING and i couldn't. and kat called me liek half way and she was like hey pearl come down, so i thought something happened. so i didn't wanna distract everyone else so i crawled from the top to the bottom knowing that i will only disturb krish so i asked him to move his legs and him being easily pissed and very damn bloody retarded, he just stood up and said what!! and i was like what the hell. so i just stood up and said, i just didn't wanna distract the rest cannot is it! and i just stood up and walked to kat. and when i sat there i said WHAT DO YOU WANT! and she was like, i want you to sit here. like what the hell. we are WATCHING  a movie. and anyway, if we talk, people like KRISH will complain that we are DISTRACTING. ugh. krish, you suck. and i got so damn pissed, i just sat completely still, and utterly frozen. i just sat, and because i was so pissed because of the whole day, i just burst into tears, they just flowed and flowed. so dam pissed. and i knew anjali knew i was crying, cos she kept looking. omg krish, you are such an irritant. go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. just left. ew. i hate eveything, eveybody. except one, or two, or three or maybe even four or five. trust me krish, today you are no where near my great friend, today, you were as bad as romit. i honestyl don't care who reads this cos i bet you would think that i am a total bitch and complain queen, but my life recently sucks okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY SUCKED. YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-8830202952165574631?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/8830202952165574631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=8830202952165574631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/8830202952165574631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/8830202952165574631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-sucked-yay.html' title='TODAY SUCKED. YAY.'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-6591896230639530139</id><published>2009-03-01T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:13:42.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i lovED today</title><content type='html'>yay. woke up early in the morning to a pretty strange start. fumbled on my bed a bit before getting up and having a bun. yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dug my wardrobe for a dress, yay. found one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put it on, combed my hair, did whatever else i had to do and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for my sister to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is famous for making people like me either late, or wait for her, and still get late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring drive to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catechism was wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siraj and daniel thong were in ouur class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess cos they tried to miss their lesson and well, got punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daniel's hair is too short. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siraj is too skinny. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cat class felt like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had like millions of boring things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because marcus was there:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat beside liz and we laughed our butts off, well, she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late for church (guess why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried not to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzZzzZZzzzZZzz ... PIAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, hi mum. whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;communion, prayer.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!! HOT CARR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYY!! HOT FOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYY!! NICE FOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYY!! NEW SOFAAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew. went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. how retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face hurts. wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-6591896230639530139?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/6591896230639530139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=6591896230639530139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/6591896230639530139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/6591896230639530139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-loved-today.html' title='i lovED today'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-8174511906127350573</id><published>2009-02-05T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T04:25:25.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today sucked, so there. "M" made it worse, sorry.</title><content type='html'>today sucked. so there.went to school,without kat. and met them. they wanted to meet marcel (kat's NEW brother, ugh) and yeahh, i don't quite liek the idea of it. so i went to the hall and left my bag there. and i went to screw to collect my thoughts and just think about last year, and how i didn't appreciate it. so yeahh, i felt stupid and upset, so i teared a little. and the cleaner was there so i didn't li make too much sound. then there was theatre!! yeayyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i love it. we played quite a few games.. and MURDERER!! gwen and i got chosen as murderers!! yay. and we rock at it.. RIGHT GWEN!! ;D haha. yeah, everytime we killed someone, everyone would be like shocked, and it like non-stop. as long as i see someone looking at me, i kill. so exciting. i am liek damn good at murderer. but the bad part is, every single time i play it, m heart beats liek dam fast. seriously. i could here is in my ears. and i was chattering. it always happens when i play murderer in a big group!! ;D so I am dam used to it ;D haha, and like elizebeth, isabelle and anjali were all sitting beside each other. And I killed all of them, in a row, like damn fast. Haha, and I wanted to kill sam so badly, I had a feeling he was the detective. And yeahh. He kept on moving so if I blinked at him he might not notice and another detective might catch me.;D yeahh, so I killed like a lottt of people and gwen killed a few, but gwen we still rock. And the strange thing is, we were like down the like I think 7 and we didn’t even kill a single detective. Haha, how cool. I love the feeling of killing people ;D ahha maybe next time I will be the murderer again yeahh;D haa, I hope we get to play that game in mr sam’s clas. What I love about mr tobin. Is that he always lets us choose our own games, and let us play whatever we want ;D haha, go mr tobin. Oh, and there was math today, yay. A bit boring cos I couldn’t get most of what she was saying. And so because of that, the whole class has to meet her during break for extra math class. L sad eh. Yeahh, I know. But anyway, I love math so who cares. I am determined to do very well for math yeahhhhh;D who hoo. Oh.. and physical science!!! Omigoodness, it was so boring yeahh. I almost died. But clar kept laughing and mr chan made us moooove. Ahha, well, we still talked. Duh. An we drew horrid pictures of mr chan and romit and clar couldn’t stop laughing. And clar’s version of mr chan was drawn on her science paper.. BODO;D&lt;br /&gt;well, after that, I hung with sarah and clar.. clar left and I was left with sarah to do Chinese. And then nikki came in and  we built some like weird towers with the charam seeds, I dunno how to spell.. yeahh, and it was dam nice. Ivan came in to help for a while. Marcel came in(extra!!) yeahh, and than nikki, christie, bennet and yuru went to do 2.4km run.. to keep fit or practice I guess ;D haha. And I felt pretty weird cos I was wating for my mum to pick me up. So I went ot look for kat. And she like hurt her foot and like it was bleeding. Yucky. Oh kat.. heal soon okayyyyyy? ;D heh. Then we talked for abit. Elias kicked a soccer ball into my back and I went home.. oh well, not very exciting is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I figured I have a lot of things on my mind, I just cant concentrate L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-8174511906127350573?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/8174511906127350573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=8174511906127350573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/8174511906127350573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/8174511906127350573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-doneee.html' title='today sucked, so there. &quot;M&quot; made it worse, sorry.'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-7320535283318705155</id><published>2009-02-01T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:22:04.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you lose something you can't replace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FINE, THAT BIT WAS RANDOM. but i feel that way, its good to use songs yeahhh ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;man, today sucked. so there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-7320535283318705155?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/7320535283318705155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=7320535283318705155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/7320535283318705155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/7320535283318705155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-tears-come-streaming-down-your-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-5129681235962318827</id><published>2009-01-24T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T06:06:27.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWSOME DAYS WITH SARAHH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXsePDvrYXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5UiamWJZ3DQ/s1600-h/DSC04729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294859030956302706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXsePDvrYXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5UiamWJZ3DQ/s320/DSC04729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after working outt! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXsePJVi_xI/AAAAAAAAAMk/A3sqW3NLtPY/s1600-h/DSC04726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294859032457314066" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXsePJVi_xI/AAAAAAAAAMk/A3sqW3NLtPY/s320/DSC04726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cubie's cool shirt yao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXseFtOpvzI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yCwiUi1UAKw/s1600-h/DSC04721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294858870293380914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXseFtOpvzI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yCwiUi1UAKw/s320/DSC04721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, check out her disco clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXseFsH0m-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/2B03sRUMTlk/s1600-h/DSC04724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294858869996297186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXseFsH0m-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/2B03sRUMTlk/s320/DSC04724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her simple dress thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXseFVxVT9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/H5tdhYAWK2c/s1600-h/DSC04710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294858863996391378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXseFVxVT9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/H5tdhYAWK2c/s320/DSC04710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh remember the days wen toe panties existed??&lt;br /&gt;those things are really called toes panties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXseE9db5hI/AAAAAAAAAME/5OO_0XJLemI/s1600-h/DSC04709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294858857470486034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXseE9db5hI/AAAAAAAAAME/5OO_0XJLemI/s320/DSC04709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, cubiee!! swing with meeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXseElOOLCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zKNaNTJBY1g/s1600-h/DSC04707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294858850964220962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXseElOOLCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zKNaNTJBY1g/s320/DSC04707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;private swing yao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXsdT2NcY-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/nklLsbvS4rM/s1600-h/DSC04701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294858013710771170" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXsdT2NcY-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/nklLsbvS4rM/s320/DSC04701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i love this shot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXsdTpAWEiI/AAAAAAAAALs/0cGyIbrvQWc/s1600-h/DSC04700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294858010166170146" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXsdTpAWEiI/AAAAAAAAALs/0cGyIbrvQWc/s320/DSC04700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, and this shot toooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXsdTlHCBBI/AAAAAAAAALk/o6abKeO_pME/s1600-h/DSC04695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294858009120474130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXsdTlHCBBI/AAAAAAAAALk/o6abKeO_pME/s320/DSC04695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn cubie, its good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXsdTCKkhpI/AAAAAAAAALc/G9w_0H81ycg/s1600-h/DSC04693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294857999740077714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXsdTCKkhpI/AAAAAAAAALc/G9w_0H81ycg/s320/DSC04693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh!! so cuteee!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXsdSYi2tFI/AAAAAAAAALU/Lj5pX0o0-pk/s1600-h/DSC04691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294857988567643218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXsdSYi2tFI/AAAAAAAAALU/Lj5pX0o0-pk/s320/DSC04691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awww, modell yaoo!! 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href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2009/01/awsome-days-with-sarahh.html' title='AWSOME DAYS WITH SARAHH!!'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SXsePDvrYXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/5UiamWJZ3DQ/s72-c/DSC04729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-4977573570612950668</id><published>2009-01-24T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T05:51:30.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SARAH lovess!! ;D</title><content type='html'>heh, went to sarah's house yesterday after cny celebration. sorry i didn't go with you kat, and you nikki too. i wanted to go to both, but i fi went to the other, like one of u would get upset. so i just went to sarah's house. anyway, i haven't been there in like eons (no idea how to spell) and yeahh, i miss cubie and her funny mum. so i went!! yayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played like rockband for like 3 hours!! ;D no lah, joking, a little less than that, but, still, we played for a very long time. and ...&lt;br /&gt;1. i suck at the guitar&lt;br /&gt;2. i also suck at the drums&lt;br /&gt;3. i also suck at the singing(cos i don't know the songs lahhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in other words, i had no i dea what i was doing  half the time!! ;D haha, how cool.&lt;br /&gt;so yeahh, than we played rayman!! and sad, clar and ade had to leave. pity, so we took cubie for a walk and at the same time walk them to the bus stop lahhh, and we went to the other condo beside us and cubie made freinds with this other dog andi was so scared they might fight. but thank goodness they didn't so, but they kept smelling and, ew. so yeahh, we played on the swing with cubie and took some pictures, it was super fun. than cubie sarah and myself felt a little tired so we went back to sarah's house!! and we played on the organ thing.. oohh!! her organ is the coolest. it can teach u how to play songs.. and the keys will ike light up.. and i managed to play the lion king song.. what was it..erm never mind!!;D yay. and then i saw this random box that said shirts and dresses and decided to open iT! it was full of like clothes for her bear... and would you believeit, cubie could fit into it tooooo!! ;D YAYY!! haha, so cute right! ;D and we kept on dressing her up and sarah's mum was telling us not to be so mean to cubie ;D haha, but i think cubie was kinda tired cos we just like lifted up her leg, and like she doesn't use any energy to lift her leg .. haha, so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than we watched peter pan and ate dinner!! dinner was this really super super cool purple rice and this really super nicee sausage.. some veggies, soup and the super duper nice sauce from the sweedish meatballs from ikea!! ;D mmmmmm, yummers lahh!! ;D yay. yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her peter pan was like so cool, there were all the behind the scenes and i really had this sudden urge to go on the trapeze cause i keep o seeing them flying.. and yeahh, jeremy sumpter is hot(when he was younger!! ) whoo hoooo!! ;D  oh man, and ahh, so cool. i was so happy!! and than my mum called and told me to go back.. mann, oh well thanks alot for todayy sarahhh1!! ;D yay!! see you tomorroww!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow arrived!! and its today, which is yesterdays tomorrow which is,, never mind ;D haha&lt;br /&gt;sarah came over to my house this timee!!  yayyyyyy!!! hahaha, so funn!! we were supposed to go and do sit ups and shuttle run and roller blade and watch peter pan and go to the roof top and....&lt;br /&gt;yeahh, but we didn't manage to do all that in like 7 hours ;D heh. so first, she came and we fooled around like chickens and then we went to roller bladeee!!  yayyy!! and we found this super cool rooftop like.. on the second floor kinda rooftop, and there isn't a sign there which says we can't go up there, so we just went, and sarah and i started telling jokes and saying stupid stuff, and we went to the fitness corner and we attempted to do shuttle run and sit ups.. and i showed her the trapeze thing.. yeahhh, and sarha almost got it! go sarah!! :D than we went back upstairs.. very tired.. we watched peter pan, of course after fooling around somemore!! yay. we watched peter pan while having lunch and we had roast chicken for lunch!!  yayyyy. but pity i couldn't cook hokkien mee for sarah ;( sorry ;( yeahhh, and we watched the special effects part and it was so super cool!! yay!!and we ate chocolates~!! ad we played computer games and watched miss swan, oho, and i was counting sarah's ribs.. and she was squirming!!! ;D aha, so cute.&lt;br /&gt;mann, her mum came and yeahh, she had to leave, but not after seeing jake, i mean george!! he is the guy who pulled down justine's pants during my party!! haha, so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wll, next time sarah, lets hope i can make it on the second dayy okayyy!! ;D hah, see ou soon sarah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, here is the real deal, i think justine's is gonns get expelled!! when are u coming backk!! hello!! who jet lacks for like 2 weeks, ohoh, justine, come back fast ,our class is dying, oh and i heard that ramsay might be coming back sometime in the middle of this year, oh, ramsay, and if you do come back, please don't join my math class, cos thaddaeus is bad enough yao, and krish too, and me and clar, and i don't think miss lim can handle another whacko like you, but still come back, justin is gone, you are gone, and romit isn't funny aymore.. please hurry up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, and on that day, we had math class and clar and i could not understand a single word miss lim was saying.. and than we asked krish for help but thaddaes extra came and helped us, and honestly, i think thaddaeus is a better teacher than miss lim luhh, he taught me in like 5 mins, miss lim spent 2 hours, how retarded yeahh, so the next lesson, i really couldn't understand so i asked them for help again, and krish was a retard.. still, thaddaeus still tried to teach us, and well, it was in't too bad i must say. but he had no, time, he had to go and meet grace i guess, for lunch or somthing, so yeahh, he left. well, luccky for him, he knows everything!! ;D haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh, i hops i do well for math this year, but i am really slacking at the ihss bit.. i only passe ihss last year, because of all my group projects were like super duper high, so it pulled up my test marks which were like 9/30.. how retarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeahh, new year's resolution: don't loose my stuff.. good pearl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, and cny celebration was so retarde.. ahh, cant be bothered to type anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeee worldddd!! ;D lovelove!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-4977573570612950668?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/4977573570612950668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=4977573570612950668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/4977573570612950668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/4977573570612950668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2009/01/sarah-lovess-d.html' title='SARAH lovess!! ;D'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-1446796524084060701</id><published>2009-01-17T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:16:40.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE VERY LONG POST! ;D</title><content type='html'>HERE IS THE VERY LONG LONG LONG AWAITED POST I HAVE BEEN TELLING ABOUT!! MY INTERNET IS FINALLY WORKING AND I AM JUMPING FOR JOY SO YEAH.  Ok , I know is isn’t that long but I am gonns type more okayyyy!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyyy. I haven’t blogged in ages because the last time I wanted to, it didn’t really work out and I got rather pissed.&lt;br /&gt;The other reason why I’m not blogging is because my internet at home is down. How stupid. Its not working and I can’t wish ANYBODY merry Christmas. How depressing.  Yeahh, so I am typing this now in the club house where there is supposed to be free wireless. But it’s not appearing. So its Microsoft word and COPAYEEE!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh, I wanna go to school to use but I am lazy to go. And its getting late and... I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Yess, Justine. I am saying now, I AM LAZY OK?? Shorty!&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh, sms-ing Nikki now and I she said that she is going to school to give some application and not coming back!??! Hello, Nikki, I think you’ve gone a little bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am sitting in the club house enjoying air-con and two aunties are sitting behind/beside me. And they can’t see what I am typing because, well, the font is too small, or at least I think so;D&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, they are playing some card game and talking in some foreign language. Maybe its hokkien or, the other one. I don’t know which one because I don’t understand both. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;I am bored. And nikki just told me she was going to school tomorrow!! ;D yeahh, so that means I can put this on my blog!!!yeahh, haven’t seen that in a while;D&lt;br /&gt;You know what I like about this entry , the spelling errors are very few because I am typing it on word. Cool right??&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, all of it is correct except for the yeahhh-s and the yess-s and the dunno-what-else-S ;D&lt;br /&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;Man…  boreddd&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I shall type about yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, clar and I went to school to buy books. Well, to buy her books. I wasn’t gonna buy any cos well, my sis has most and she was away at camp on that day. So I wanted her to come back first, and confirm what I need. And I realized on that morning that she was already back in Singapore. Still in the leadership camp but the last day was held in school ;D yeahh,&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I met car at kallang mrt at 12. And we met and we just talked and talked and talked. Aha, so funny her mum. We sat at the seat at the bus-stop and talked a lot more. And than the wind was like freaking strong!! ;D and our hair was flying everywhere and we were laughing and laughing!!&lt;br /&gt;Than suddenly a tree branch fell off and like it nearly hit a guy;D and he jumped!! Heh, than this weird piece of like sweet wrapper flew past me and clar.. and it looked like something was carrying it.. so cool.. but, well, duh, it was the wind carrying it ;D&lt;br /&gt;By the time “12” came, it was already storming and just that short leap into the bus, we got wet;D and we went up on the 2nd floor of the bus;D (Reminisce!!) We talked and talked and talked and talked a lot! ;D&lt;br /&gt;And even when we reached the bus stop, it was drizzling so we went under clar’s brolly and walked to maccccs! I lost my brolly and I left my jacket at home so I needed it a lot yesterdayyy!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;And then as we walked we tried not to step into puddles ;D heh, ;D&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached macs. Thank goodness no china woman serving us ;D x10!&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a cheeseburger and clar got a fish thing. And we talked and laughed. And attempted to cam whore with my sis phone, but it ran out of batt ;D heh, sorry womannnn! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to school, NO RAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;Met Ivan and said hi, met Elais and said hi. Went into the bookshop and it was full of people. Than we decided to go back later. Found my sis and gave her phone and money to her. Went to the library and yay, was went to use the comm, and the sign in name like nikki, for like 6 times, and when we go on like Facebook or Friendster and Ebuddy, all said MOOMOOCOW!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, sigh, nikki, not practicing your harp eh ;D, oh well the holidays aren’t for u to study, IT’S A BREAKK!! ;D HEH,&lt;br /&gt;We went downstairs to get the books and we met romit!! ;D haha, and yu ru, and the new girl Chirstina ;D she was kinda like complaining about the skirt la, and how she didn’t wanna wear it with the pe shirt.. and omg, she is so dumb, she is missing the first day of orientation, ok fine, still, I don’t think she can beat ramsay, he came a 2 weeks late;D haha, what a sucker.&lt;br /&gt;Than clar and I were walking to screw to go camwhore and nikki POPPED out of her music room and screamed!! Clarissa!! Pearl!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, she is so cute, than we went in and played her harp and she composed a new song, its dam freaking nice;D!!!&lt;br /&gt;She is so talented than we went to screw or something.. and we realized romit was in the toilet so we banged on the window saying ROMITTT!! AHHH!!!!.. and my very famous un-high pitch screech. And we ran. Bu we left our bags there.. and he saw me attempting to get them and runn away! So he tried to climb through the window.. hello u can’t fit, FAT ASS! And he had to try and get out and I sprayed deodorant in his face;D and splashed water too!! ;D so we had a new game!! Runn away from romit!!;D yay! So we found out where he went. And he was talking to saher.. and we stood like at the staircase. The one at the hall backstage. And nikki stuck out her umbrella and everyone saw except for romit!! ;D haha, that blind loser!! ;D I bet he pretended not to see it.. even the security guard saw it. So nikki went out and clar and I came out from the other side;D yeahh, smart people;D&lt;br /&gt;and nikki was like how did yall get there!! ;D haha, and we showed nikki the name list.. of the new person called.. sissy, haha, and there was another krish.. and there was an amrita.. and an anjUli. Omg. Ew. But the name is spelled as anjuli. How spastic.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now anjAli can go make friends with anjUli!! ;D haha, they’ll be like the jalijuli gang&lt;br /&gt;And krish to is gonna have a twin!! ;D haha,but I bet that other krish is like lousier than the real krish.. whoa. If the yr one krish is like V.A and changes to theatre, that is scary!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, clar had to go back so I stayed in the music room with nikki. And cleared up!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;And we were supposed to leave by like 6 latest.. well, with nikki, guess what time we left!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I DON’T KNOW WHAT TIME WE LEFT TOO!! ;D I told u, I have short term memory ;D yeahh, but all I know was that we were late. Very very late;!&lt;br /&gt;Hah, and we managed to get out of the music room, romit was still at the guard post. And he was irritating Darrel and some other guy..was it  keng yang.. or keng wee, I have no idea, all the same laaa ;D&lt;br /&gt;And romit asked us if we were going to the bus stop.. and I was gonna say.. er no, were gonna get a cab cos I know he will follow.  But I let nikki reply. And she was dumb enough to say ya. And Darrel was behind romit like waving his hands.. trying to tell nikki not to say yes.. nikkiii!! So blurrr!! Ahhh, and romit was like, okay, I’ll follow u, cos I am scared to go ahhh, and he walked out to the main gate. And when nikki returned the keys the guard opened the gate for us!! ;D yay, and stupid romit followed us. And the guard was like keep like 10m away from them ;D yay, I think that uncle is cool!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;And when we told romit we were taking the cab he was so sad. Cos I know he can take 14/12 … ahh, so we pretended.. and when 12 came, we ran for it.. and romit saw us, so he copied. AHHH!!FUCK U ROMIT!! GO TO HELL!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, we went to the upstairs part.. and yay, happy happy, only 2 seats left!! Hhaha, so romit had to go back down the stiars!! ;D yaya, LOSAAAHH ;D me an nikki, but if wasn’t very close together so we smsed each other and it was so retarded!! ;D haha, finally the guy beside me left!! And nikki came..&lt;br /&gt;And we talked about like how much we missed ramsay’s retarded bus rides and how we always laughed at him, ohoh, and how we stalked him ;D haha, I miss that loser.&lt;br /&gt;Got of the bus and chit chatted for a while!! Haha, went homefor dinndinn!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, that all ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH, NIKKIE JUST CALLED ME SAYING THAT WHEN SHE WENT UP THE BUS, ROMIT WAS ON IT!! AHHH, SHE WAS IN THE SAME BUS AS ROMIT 2 DAYS IN A ROWW!! SORRY NIKKIIII!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Well I laughed when she told me.. so funny la she… romit was gonna watch a movie with some of his “friends” ;D and they all were like ignoring him.. haha, maybe they were gonna watch ANGUS THONGS AND PERFECT SNOGGING!! Knowing romit’s gayness ;D haa, how spastic.. ok, gotta go back home now.. I need to use the loo and the 2 noisy old ladies are making so much noise, I have a headache L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, nice long post. I like long stuff.. okay that didn’t come out too well ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, recount on my life ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, theatre was good and yeah, my favourite game was the one where we ran through like two rows  with our eyes close. Yeah, pretty scary but.. woah, dam cool lah ;D&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, than for our second arc lesson, mr ong went for some national service thing shitty and yeah, our  relieve teacher  didn’t come , I guess he forgottt! ;D and yeahh, it was a two period thing so we could do anything we wanted but I mus say we were very good and we did like some arc stuff and after that we did CNY deco!!  ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, our class looks super super super duper gooooodd!! Wow, its dam nice, nikki I love your ideas, but I guess the only downside is that we can’t like glue stuff on cos we have to remove it so like, it ALL bluetack ;D yeahh, and now there is a sudden bluetack craze, like in primary school!! ;D haha, and our bluetack supply mysteriously went missing. Like now we are running short of bluetack and like.. AHHH, so funny ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh, ohoh, and kat and sarah made up this thing called the adventures of sarah and kat.. or was it kat and sarah, I donch-noe;D&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh, its pretty weird!! ;D hha, but well, knowing sarah and katt ;D yeahh, so funny, I am their camera man, I don’t know why they asked me to do it cos I am not very cameraman-ish but okay, I’ll do it for the fun and.. whatever else I guess!! ;D haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOOH!! On thee 9th of jan, kat and I had this super cool dayyy!! ;D we did such fun stuff ;D you know what the best part was, when I cut her hair !! ;D eeeee!! So cool right!! I cut her fringe, and yes, sorry kat, I must admit that it looks a bit wonky cos you are my second customer, the first time I ut hair, well, I cut my own during ihss, and the second time, I was supposed to cut anjali’s fringe!! ;D but, I guess she couldn’t well, trust my amazing hairstyling services(I must say, she did the right thing!! ) and my second customer was and still is kat. Ok, very the bad grammerz lah, but heck it. Not day dr yeo is gonna check my blog, anyway, even if she does, I don’t think she would really mind, I bet if she had a blog it would be similar.. okay, maybe it wouldn’t be, but still, I bet she would have a lot of Poems!! I MISs dr yeo mann, she is ike super funn, and I am starting to wonder where mrs yeo is.. u see, our ihss teacher now is mrs tan and she is a bit weird, shall not go into detail. Yeahh, and she says she will only be teaching us for like a term and than we will get another teacher  .. and I have a feeling that the teacher would be mrs yeo, cos 1st she is not here, 2nd, if she is than I dunno  what I am typing but , yah, you get me, if you don’t than too bad.. haha, I must be like gwen, GET IT? DON’T GET IT? NEVERMIND ;D!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, well, so much for a long post mann, yeahh, so post other stuff next time okayyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IF ANYONE FOUND MY BLACK FILE WITH LIKE ALL MY STUFF AND MY WALLET IN SCHOOL, I BEG YOU, PLEASE DON’T THROW IT AWAY!! AHHH, I AM SO CARELESS SOMETIMES MANN!! Ahhhh, how irritating!&lt;br /&gt;Ohman, ramsay banna, where the hell are you, honestly theater is boring lah, come back fast or we shall all fly to Italy and kidnap you mua haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lovelove,&lt;br /&gt;See yao soon mann!! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-1446796524084060701?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/1446796524084060701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=1446796524084060701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/1446796524084060701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/1446796524084060701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2009/01/very-long-post-d.html' title='THE VERY LONG POST! ;D'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-232833212029147405</id><published>2009-01-15T01:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:01:38.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no see, no hear, no smell,  no....</title><content type='html'>EEEEEEE!!! &lt;div&gt;so sorryi haven't posted in such a long time. my internet at home is down and the shop is only open on weekdays , and i am too lazy to go, so yeahhh, this is my answer to you wondering why i haven't been online, why i haven't been replying facebook and friendster comments okayyy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah, the next question u might wanna know how i am managing to post this, well, i am in school now, using the com, DUH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh, waiting for my mum to pick me up. cryst is in school too doing work , JAWABAWA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait for my other posts .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i saved in on microsoft word, so be prepared for a very long post .... in about 3 months!! :D hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-232833212029147405?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/232833212029147405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=232833212029147405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/232833212029147405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/232833212029147405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-time-no-see-no-hear-no-smell-no.html' title='long time no see, no hear, no smell,  no....'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-8054733922088701821</id><published>2008-12-17T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:16:19.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEPOVER WITH BEST AND HEARTSSSSSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-8054733922088701821?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/8054733922088701821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=8054733922088701821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/8054733922088701821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/8054733922088701821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleepover-with-best-and-heartssssss.html' title='SLEEPOVER WITH BEST AND HEARTSSSSSS'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-3258021436852616032</id><published>2008-12-11T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:00:37.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>todayyyyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>mann, really bored now.&lt;br /&gt;my whole family is watching chinese drama.&lt;br /&gt;i am busy making a birthday card for my grandpa's b'day, and chatting to kat and alethea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today i went to the dentist, shouted at the reception woman and i cut the queue. waited for about only 10 mins for walk in.. HA! beat that old woman. i don't care if u give me black face, u grow older, not me. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, todayy i was thinking of ramsay and what the hell he was doing in italy. wondering if he knew any words in italian. wondering which part of italy he was in. wondering how cold it was. wondering all the stuff u can wonder. well. i was bored. and then i wondered what it was like for him to keep moving around. honestly, if i were him, i would wanna move back to aussie, not singapore, after all, he was born in aussie and probably his relatives all live there too. man. i really doubt he is coming back to singapore. but well, no harm hoping. or i will have to suffer every single math lesson without something, or more like someone to laugh at. no one is gonna dig romit's bag and play volleyball during math. shout and scream when playing on the court. oh man ramsay. i wish i spent more time with u mannn, now i am missing youuu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais, and he did say he would be online all the time, i only saw him online once.. well. lucky bastard he is, his skl only starts in sept. he has a whole years worth of hols. what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mann, sighh, oh well, still bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahh, me and my sis went roller blading and we videoed part of our day there. dam funny. we tried so many tricks and we are intending to give lessons!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want to know how to inline skate??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;learn how to inline skate at $5 for as long as you can!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;me and my sister will be teaching you guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;lessons will be held at our house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(30 Tanah Merah Kechil Rd. #14-10, east meadows condominium&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;** skates and guards are not included&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please contact either one of us for details or u can just simply tag on the blog to ask questions!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, entrupruners.. er, okay, i dunnoe how to spell ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye world.. gooodie nightieeeeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-3258021436852616032?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/3258021436852616032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=3258021436852616032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/3258021436852616032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/3258021436852616032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2008/12/mann-really-bored-now.html' title='todayyyyyyyyy'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-4850306770251250154</id><published>2008-12-09T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:50:08.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow, i haven't posted in quite awhile!! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lazy muchh, ok i shall start fromm, the beginning of december, 1st december to be exact!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--1st december--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;erika came over todayyy! yeahh. we were playing pool downstairs so i picked her up from the side gate and we played pooool!! yeah, so awsome. she killed us man. like she isn't that god. we played number so 3 of us can playy. and she kept on accidentally hitting all the big numbers in.. lucky ass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than crystle had to go for some audi which i didn't wanna go to so i stayed with erika and went to the rooftop, and well... CAMWHORED!! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, we tried doing jumo shots but the first attempt, erika fell. ok she didn't fall, she landed and she somehow lost her balance. how wierd! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crystle came back and we had dinner!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinner was a bit wierd. dad cooked some wierd wierd thing and none of liked it. i had my orange, and we went to sleeeep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we opened a tent ( in my room!! ), how cool is that. we put 2 matresses inside and slept!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than we started singing random songs and attempted to play a game.. and i was screaming .. haha, dam funny and i recorded the whole convo without them knowing!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and while erika was having a shower and cryst was outside, i was listening to it and laughing liek shit.. snd crystle came and was like.. what the hall is wrong with u.. and when both of them heard it, they realised how duumb we sounded!! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cryst and i slept early cos our sines (i dunno how to spell) was really bad and we couldn't stay awake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;erika usually sleeps freaking late. so she stayed awake, unable to sleep until like 3am-ish. and i kept on waking up at night. trying to find the blanket. it kept on going to the other side. so i thought cryst was pulling it;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nose, still kept being retarded throughout the night. managed to get good sleep, finally!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--2nd december--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up early.. like 8-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heard sis leave the room and go to her room. i rolled over and grabbed more tissue, sigh, bad nose day. than decided to wake up.. erika stil sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;than crystle walked in and my door curtains made like noises and erika woke up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than we were talking.. and talking.. and cryst said, " pearl, u know last night, i had no blanket, u took all!! i was like shivering!! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was like, "no!! i had none!! u were pulling it!! " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than erika burst into laughter and she was like its me obviously, no wonder last night was so hot!!" ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sighh, so funny, anywaywe changed and decided to go for an adventure!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we just walked randomly, and like we were supposed to get lost and everywhere we went cryst was like, oh i know where this is!! its ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arrrr.. and i was like, stop knowing where we are!! we are supposed to get lost!! and she said, oh!! i can't get lost here cos i know this place too well.. sighh.. so irritating!! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she kept on sayigng that she wanted to walk to the beach.. and i was like.. no, its tooo far!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we walked for 1 whole hour!! and u know we didn't know but we walked around in circles and ended up like a 10 min walk away from home.. we ended up at cold storage!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh, crystle!!! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we went in to get a cold drink and some aircon. so from there, i knew how to get to the beach;D **oh the cleverness of me** ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from there we take the bus to ramsay's bus stop, walk past ramsay's stop and go to the underpass. but b4 we reached the underpass, we decided to go on an adventure. we saw this alley thig, drain, like thing, so we wanted to walk all the way to the end.. but like it was a dead end.. sad. so we had to walk back and there was this cute black dog barking at us!! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we went down the underpass.. and reached the beachh!! yeahh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and since we didn't cam whore alot, CAMWHORE TIME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its so coolm cos every single time erika comes to sleepover, we take very nice sihloulette (dunno how to spell) shots.. so cool. yeahhh!! we went to the breakwater.. hehe;D so nice the breeze!! and we attempetd jump shots.. but all ugly.. as usual crystle was the photographer!! thanks crystle! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clouds looked grey and it was getting lat so we headed home. walked back to ramsay's bus stop and took a bus. the second we steped onto the bus, its started to drizzle heavily. luckily, we each had an umbrella ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we reached tanah merah, its was storming, and just the small short jump from the bus to the bus stop, we got pretty wet. and even when we crossed to the other side, it was sitll storming. so we waited for the rain to stop. but it was storming like shit. we weren't really scared of getting wet, it was just a the lightning, it was al like 1 or 2 km from where we were, we counted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we waitd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and waited&lt;br /&gt;and waited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i got pissed at them for waiting so i just walked off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they came too. and the second we stepped out into the rain, it like became freaking light. seriously, literally at the very second. what luck!! and we were saying that out guardian angel was watching us!! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went back a little bit wet, though we had umbrellas, when we reahce home we told dad what happend and he said the rain god was watching over us!! ;D haha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were starving so we had dinner!! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;erika stayed until like 10ish and we were playing charlie chureee!! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aw man i love that game!! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sad, she had to leave, man it was so freaking funn!!;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come back soon erika!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/ST975PQYo0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/6r6Raxl7Kgk/s1600-h/DSC04189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278073511579525954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/ST975PQYo0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/6r6Raxl7Kgk/s320/DSC04189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/ST975pbPwrI/AAAAAAAAALM/QvLH3aFVzYQ/s1600-h/DSC04102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278073518604403378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/ST975pbPwrI/AAAAAAAAALM/QvLH3aFVzYQ/s320/DSC04102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/ST975cSNvPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0WuTJsewwtA/s1600-h/DSC04155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278073515076861170" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/ST975cSNvPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0WuTJsewwtA/s320/DSC04155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/ST975a8XJOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/95IE0tK-MiQ/s1600-h/DSC04026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278073514716767458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/ST975a8XJOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/95IE0tK-MiQ/s320/DSC04026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/ST975VdAdAI/AAAAAAAAALE/-mNYZMgQ5o8/s1600-h/DSC04160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278073513243079682" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/ST975VdAdAI/AAAAAAAAALE/-mNYZMgQ5o8/s320/DSC04160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;serious models, yao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--6th december--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chhunk festtt!! woah, ice cream overload and mud :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, it was cool, held at fort canning park. overcrowded with teens and pre-aduts!! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very very muddy. we were queueing and decided to go and see if the ice cream was free or what. so we went and we had to pay. sad. just then a guy on stage said, come on stage play again, and even if u dun win, u can win a free scoop of ice cream!! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so kat and i immediately went up. i lost at the first round and got only a free scoop of icecream!! ;Dkat went on the the next round and won a bag worth 200 buck mann. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went back to see cryst with black face ;D cos we left her there in the queue and we went to play a game, cos she could hear our names being called out on the mike. ran back to her and my slipper got stuck in the mud so my entire foot and slipper was covered in mud. ew.told her i had a free scoop and i would buy her an icecreammm!!;D yeahh, so she was happy again,i wasn't. i had a mud bath, on my foot and slipper. we managed to cut the queue cos we had a free scoop of ice-cream!! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeahh, cos my foot was covered in mud, we went to find water. i was freaking out. managed to find some water on leaves and cleaned up abit. managed to sneak into the national museum for free ;D secret passage;D  so we went to the toilet.. and it was full of pple cleaning their feet. so we went to the oen downstairs.. no one!! so we washed up :) clean clean!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than we walked around the museum and took like a million pics!! cam whore dayy la!:) lazy to put pics!! ;D haha, well, enjoyed the day alottt, man, the ice-cream was freaking good!! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE CHUNKFEST!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--9th december--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had to go to the stupid dentist todayy, sheesh.. the woman last time didn't do a proper job. so i have to go back and do. woke up super early. woke crystle up too and left a bit late, ok fine, very late;D went there by train and walked in. went in and asked the old man for help and he was like oh, we dun accept walk in. than i told him that i called and the told me i was an exception and i could walk in. than he was like oh no space. i said, cos last time the dentist filled my tooth and than the filling fell out. so she did a bad job. and he was like, oh u have to get an appointment. i was dam pissed. but i am nice right.. so i just said.. ok. never mind. he said, ok i will let the dentist check and see if it is emergency or what la. than the dentist idiot say it wasn't emergency so cannot do today. what the fuck. so we went to get an appointment. hell. than we left and i kept saying, mummy is gonna be so freaking pissed. so we went to get ccryst's rubber band and got lunch. went home and called mum and tell her what happend. she called the dental and gave them a piece of her mind.. in other words she was freaking pissed, like i predictied!! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she called back saying that i had to go back there again.. OMG !! I HATE THE DENTIST!! THEY NEVER DO PROPERLY AND I HAVE TO GO UP AND DOWN AND UP AND DOWN SO MANY EFFING MILLION TIMES!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arrrrrr. still pissed at them. so now i have to go on thursdayyy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh, so retarded. i hate that woman!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--10th dec--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na's jumbl sale today. woke up a 9.. it started at nine. sheesh. rushed and ate maggie mee for breakfast! ;D haha, okay!bought some nice stuff. a couple of tank tops. some cool stuff ;D yeahh, but very few pple and very messy!! than the rag-and-bone man came and cleared everything. heart pain. sad. SO YEAHH.. na brought us to toa payoh  food court to eat. yeahh. we didn't wanna go with her cos she is always so prim and proper.. but she was really nice today. went to the food court. and ate stuff.. cryst and i weren't hungry se we just shared.. and we had dessert later.. went to the mrt andwent home.. !! i stopped at bedok to check my card.. ar.. so stupid, china woman. ahhhhh!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, reached home and on pet society now. the hols suck to the core of this freaking earth. man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dream team!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yea, i had this funny dream of ramsay. i was in my room . and he and some other guy were outside my room looking at my mum's room. and than he came into my room and started rumaging thru my things. and than i dunno what happened and i was outside school.. at the drain attempting to play some wierd game of golf.. witha wierd stick and rocks. so i sat and laughed at them being gay. and ramsay sat too cos he was bored.than sum one asked us to go to kfc and rmasy said which part, they guy said, 2nd. so i asked ramsay if there was a third? and he said.. yeahh, its new. so we ended up as some revolving thing, apparently, that was a bus. and we were tlaking and he said, when are we reaching sentosa. and i said, we are going to sentosa??? and he aid yeahh, and i said, i have nothing and my phone and wallet are all at home. and he said, i am making u go with me. so i laughed and said he was stupid, but okay, i'll go .. than he said liek two words really softyl but i couldn't tell what.. than he said like a few more words, liek one by one.. and i also couldn't hear it.. and than.. my stupid phone alarm rang.. and i woke up. how retarded. man i wanna know what ramsay said!! ;D ahha, well, wierd drea,..oh yeah before that dream i had another one.. i remembered garfield was involved in it.. hmmm.. yeahh it was scary and i couldn't sleep.. man. what a wierd night.. well, mum is comng home soon.. gotta go nowwww!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byeeeeeeee world!! ;D&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/4214378860295050004-4850306770251250154?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/4850306770251250154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=4850306770251250154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/4850306770251250154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/4850306770251250154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-i-havent-posted-in-quite-awhile-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/ST975PQYo0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/6r6Raxl7Kgk/s72-c/DSC04189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-2135121461464932408</id><published>2008-11-27T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:15:55.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SS6dAyqDmOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dCfI3L6wsBY/s1600-h/DSC03936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273324850621159650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SS6dAyqDmOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dCfI3L6wsBY/s320/DSC03936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SS6dAj7ew9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/PSYV1h-NTPI/s1600-h/DSC03937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273324846667711442" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SS6dAj7ew9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/PSYV1h-NTPI/s320/DSC03937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x-men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SS6dAgdaNOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VIRdZHkVlwQ/s1600-h/DSC03939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273324845736277218" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SS6dAgdaNOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VIRdZHkVlwQ/s320/DSC03939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose sniffing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SS6dAdGy_eI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LsRb3DTS7og/s1600-h/DSC03934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273324844836126178" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SS6dAdGy_eI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LsRb3DTS7og/s320/DSC03934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, thats a nice shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SS6dAfiXdEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BMvi4I_EzN8/s1600-h/DSC03929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273324845488632898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SS6dAfiXdEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BMvi4I_EzN8/s320/DSC03929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retarded much ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wellm as usual, i was bored, talked to kat on the phone, got invited over to her place:) begged her mum:) and i went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, reached there at leik12-1ish.. no idea, anyway, we played alot of icy tower, i haed a high score!! ahha, now she has to get rid of it!! boo hoo kat:0 than we imagined how some of our t******S L****D L***D W**N T**Y W**E H****G S*X.. kat u shld noe, and the funniest was our freaking most hated teacher. (shall mention no names:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and andother tacher, my god, its hilarious, , , , , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went downstairs to grab icecream and snacks. chit chatted, went back. played more icy tower. than i realised i had to make some stupid schedule my dad wanted me to make or he'll be pissed if i didn't have it by tonight. so i had to go make it at kats house. took me about 1/2 and hour. than we wanted to go pat walking dogs, but i realised it was getting late, so we walked liek around for 3 mins and kat walked me halfway to the mrt and leftt :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw another two golden retrievers, a pug :(, and some kinda dog which i find ugly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;took train home and the guy in front of me was freaking retarded, he kept on shakin ghis head and playing some gay game on his i-touch. and some person was farting. yuck! headed home:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ramsay's flight is in about 7hrs, sigh, i dun wann him to leave, but , well, fate brought him to sota and lets hope fate will do the same thing again!! aha. well, ramsay, we will all miss you. don't forget us, and we really hope u come bak soon:) still loving you and missing you tosser!! ahha, loved that day. &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/4214378860295050004-2135121461464932408?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/2135121461464932408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=2135121461464932408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/2135121461464932408'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-7905815405052299437</id><published>2008-11-25T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:55:56.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my butt told me to do so</title><content type='html'>he's got like a ga-zi-lion people after him.&lt;br /&gt;that girl seriously doesn't care about who reads it.&lt;br /&gt;is justine serious??&lt;br /&gt;who is he kidding?&lt;br /&gt;the sister doesn't care no more.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its all just plain fun.&lt;br /&gt;well, i could type all that shit down too, would it mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;give me that last chance.&lt;br /&gt;its been at least half a year, in fact more..&lt;br /&gt;u must be thinking the same as me&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you're not&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;as long i'm in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;ah..&lt;br /&gt;that just brightens my day&lt;br /&gt;everything i've done was for you&lt;br /&gt;is this the same on YOUR side of life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, post doesn't make sense. well, love doesn't have to make sense. i never make sense anyway. in his eyes, i am just a girl, but in my eyes, he is everything i have ever wanted to love, to hate, to spend my time with, to laugh with to quarrel with, to forgive. maybe i'll just keep waiting till the return, maybe the return will never come. who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-7905815405052299437?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/7905815405052299437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=7905815405052299437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>SUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAY !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh dear, its sunday, the day i dread the most, ok fine, church isn't too bad and well lunch is always good. what do i always dread, hmmm, i knowm its the excitement about going back to skl the next day.. no more school, no wonder today sucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got woken up by my mum at 10am. i was sleeping in peace in wonderland and BOO!! mummy in front of my face waking me up. sigh, rolled around till liek 10.30 like a big blue zombie. had peanut butter and ALOT AND ALOT of butter. hungry. had an audition today and mum wanted me and my sis to dress up like some kind of barbie doll, limited edition. i looked like a freak. she wanted to perm my hair, thank god only my sis was dumb enough to let her ruin her hair. jkjk. i had to wear a skirt or my mum would nag. so i wore my sis old leopard print skirt(obvioulsy with shorts underneath) and some piiiink 1/2 long sleeve shirt. yea. so my mum put make up on for me, HELP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we were off to church looking like complete powder puffs. i felt embarassed to walk beside, me. the cute little boy was sitting in front of me again. trying to play peek-a-boo. sigh, kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;off to grandma's house for lunch!! yeah, best lunch on the earth. ate liek 6 times my usual, fine, 2 times. but still it was the bomb. had stew and cutlets. yummers. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched the last bit of happy feet b4 leaving for the "long awaited" audition. i was screaming yippeeee!!!! (my foot) was in the car cam whoring with my sister. with her phone. cos herphone can like take the pics and see yr self.. like u use the cam in the inside, i have one on the inside but i never never use it to take pics, how gay. so we took spastic pics &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 2nd we stepped into the audition room it started auditioning, how lucky. so same thing, fill out those form things and wait. my sis went first, and she auditioned in front of me, FREAKIN FUNNY! the usuals, name, age, race, hobby( no skl though) than normal the side profile shot and what shit. than he said, ok i want u to show me some expressions. happy, excited, suprised, angry and sad. (i was thinking SHIT cos i had to do that later in front of my sis). what kind of thing to do for an audi. whats the diff between happy, excited and suprised???? i bet he would show the same face for happy and sad. that guy can't do auditions for peanuts, no, for sponges,no dirty sponges. ok, maybe its his own retarded style, but well , IT SUCKS!! ok, not to harsh ok.. its not very good ok? and than she had to do the same thing but like picture taking. how to make a suprised face to a freaking camara!??! the man is crazy. than my turn came. embarassed much so i just liek did shit, and i tried not to look at my sis. and the guy was being so gay i tell you. argh. fine ok, i couldn't stop laughing, so what. i bet romit would be rolling on the floor and like crashing into the camara and the guy and the.... never mind. so we went into the car. mum suggested shopping but me and my sis were too busy doing.. dunno what.... that we didn't reply. so back home we went, wached bringing the house down and KA-CHING(very stupid) . so now on the com, sis behind me reading my book. oh yea.. and no one is signing out from msn. how retarded. let me name some poeple who are online!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anjali, fayth, lip, jun jie, luyi, nicholas,ramsay and me obviously!! ahha:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my god, i am so freaking bored and my sis just asked me wat is ka-ching. she calls it the wierdo kidcentral.. than she stopped and laughed .. siao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, might continue tonight if i can be bothered to, so bye!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SSk4xlQqwII/AAAAAAAAAI4/5edHaXjzgAs/s1600-h/Photo938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271807263280644226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SSk4xlQqwII/AAAAAAAAAI4/5edHaXjzgAs/s320/Photo938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SSk4ybdzF5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UrXAhdnTeRI/s1600-h/Photo957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271807277831231378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SSk4ybdzF5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UrXAhdnTeRI/s320/Photo957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SSk4yV3bDAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qfciOZaP-DE/s1600-h/Photo961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271807276328094722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SSk4yV3bDAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/qfciOZaP-DE/s320/Photo961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SSk4xzoAiEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LUQk6ok2K1Q/s1600-h/Photo955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271807267136636994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SSk4xzoAiEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LUQk6ok2K1Q/s320/Photo955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SSk4xyQvDSI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Yg6aYEJ8E7E/s1600-h/Photo941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271807266770586914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SSk4xyQvDSI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Yg6aYEJ8E7E/s320/Photo941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats all.. love you guys!!&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/4214378860295050004-4420334455208823561?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/4420334455208823561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=4420334455208823561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/4420334455208823561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/4420334455208823561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2008/11/sundaysundaysundaysundaysundaysundaysun.html' title='SUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAYSUNDAY !!!!'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SSk4xlQqwII/AAAAAAAAAI4/5edHaXjzgAs/s72-c/Photo938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-5059013119043041476</id><published>2008-11-18T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:56:10.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE LOFTY!! come back soon ok?</title><content type='html'>dammit!! lofty left today. shucks, i'll really miss him, i know i wasn't very very close to him but i can't imagine not having him for next year, its like losing half of sota if u know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i met kat at tanah merah and liek clar was on the oher platform and we were planning to go behind her and boo her.. but me being "so smart" i stuck my head out a little too far and well, she spotted me.. hais.. me and my stupidity!! so we waited for ramsay to reach.. and when he came, he was in school uniform . and we were like : ramsay! why the hell are u wearing school uniform? and he was like oh.. heh/ hello.. when you go out with friends u wear normal clothes. maybe he packed all his clothes in the luggage!! heh. and clar started chattering about ramsay and that he should donate his uniform to her cos its a waste of money. but i think clar thinks that ramsay wears SKIRTS AND POLO TEES WITH A ROUND COLLAR!! hello clar. what did u eat manz. ok enough of the crap. so we went to the ariport and went on the thing thing.. er.. oh right.. the skytrain and it smelf like pee.. ew. its like disgusting. all the skytrains smell liek pee, ew.. so we went to terminal 2 i think and we were supposed to have dinner at swensons and we ended up having ice-cream and chips... ramsay wasn't hungry and so clar and i decided not to eat like much and just got lie ka scoop of ice cream and kat got fries and we started playing the water game that krish taught us. and ramsay didn't know how to play it and just kept on drinking his water.. sighs.. and he finished it and suddenly nic left and ramsay just followed cos like the yr twos .. pple liek nabil and darrel and marsha and dunno who else were there. and ramsay left to and kat was like fine whatever.. and i was like.. fine go.. so they left us with our fries and it was dam fun.. we were laughing like shit the whole time. adn thn we decided to go and walk around until lofty came. so than nic called and told us to meet him at dunno what skytrain thing place and met them and went to liek walk around somemore.. and well we needed to peeeeeeee so we walked off and they were like following us.. so fun! and then we somehow spilt up and later nic called us saying that lofty was here so clar kat and me took the skytrain to lofty's place down there and there were liek very few theatre people there.. liek only about 8 or 9 people there and lofty's wife was ther and there were liek 20 students crowding around her and she was giving a speech.. poor thing.. go skl se students leave country also see students. still need to give talk. how pathetic.. than alot more poeple started coming.. anf miss jakky( dunno how to spell) and miss ye( also dunno how to spell) and mr wang and miss suriani were there. and miss soo said that mrs sim was gonna come and kat and i wer lik shit.. haha. but in the end she didn't come. so we waited and watched and people came and hugged and we took pics with lofty. and everyone else started taking too. and then lofty said he had to check in. so everyone followed him to chek in.. sighs.. and kat clar and i just sat and admired how spastic sota students could get. they were all screaming and screaming like mad. and we just watched and made fun. and then b4 we knew it, mr lofthouse was at the gate where they go in and u can't and kat started crying cos it reminded her of her father and how he left. sorry kat. and then i realised that bu telling someone that its ok and to stop crying isn't gonna make them cry more.. reverse phycology.. or however u spell.. hais. i really pity kat sometimes.. anyway, i realised  how freaking late i was bt i didn't care cos i told my dad that the flight was delayed and he didn't believe me.. so i go home late la:) evil pearl! and we waited for nic to come back and then he was being such an ass.. ( will skip this part) and than ramsay came and i told him i was leaving and he said, ok, i will go with you. and we got our stuff and left, and ramsa was walking freakingishlyy slow and all of a sudden, he was like very far in front and like way ahead of us. but we just took our time. and he reached the skytrain platform thing first and haad to wait for the train and we caught up with him and than we took another train and then he started liek walking dam fst to the mrt and we coldn't be bothered to catch up. and then he disappeared downt the escalator. so kat and clar went for supper and i took my time to go down the escalator and ramsay called and said that the train was leaving in a minute and asked me to hurry up. so i walked doen tthe escaltor thing and saw ramsay waiting inside the train standing at the door la.. and he signalled to me to hurry up. and i went to the ez-link tapping part (which was like 5 steps from the actual train) and just when i reach the tapping card part the mrt thing said doors closing. so i knew i should be able to dash into the train and then, my card couldn't tap.. hais. my wallet full of papers and god know what junk. and i was lke banging the thing.. and when i went throught the doors just closed. haha. and i was laughing and he waved at me and laughed.. dam funny. and the lady behind me also missed the train thing cos of me.. i felt so bad:P aahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i really miss lofty, he said he would come back to watch our performances and i hope he keeps his promise. cos half of this thing was typed yesterday, today is actually krish's birthday!! haha:) krish is finally old.. lets hope he acts 13!! aahaha:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-5059013119043041476?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/5059013119043041476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=5059013119043041476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/5059013119043041476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/5059013119043041476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2008/11/goodbye-lofty-come-back-soon-ok.html' title='GOODBYE LOFTY!! come back soon ok?'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-8767410558487408825</id><published>2008-11-14T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:59:08.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its her house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SR2DVESw2kI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qa2F-OUssPA/s1600-h/DSC03695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268511537046280770" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SR2DVESw2kI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qa2F-OUssPA/s320/DSC03695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, the seck-see canal thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SR2DVHkszJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bgDkOazA8Wk/s1600-h/DSC03689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268511537926818962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SR2DVHkszJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/bgDkOazA8Wk/s320/DSC03689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i look like a chicken but she almost killed harry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SR2DU9hH7xI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fUKdGppQ-4E/s1600-h/DSC03676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268511535227465490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SR2DU9hH7xI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fUKdGppQ-4E/s320/DSC03676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, we were bored ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SR2DUxdJ3WI/AAAAAAAAAH8/F0emAYIPfGc/s1600-h/DSC03679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268511531989589346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SR2DUxdJ3WI/AAAAAAAAAH8/F0emAYIPfGc/s320/DSC03679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to turn her world upside down .. but i turned mine instead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like the 2nd time this week i have been to kats house yao.. so cool. the previous time, was pretty similar to today!! :) i met her at the mrt and we went to her house and we played.. ICY TOWER!! WHOO HOO! oh yes, its my life, and we kept on fighting over whose turn it was , and kat always won, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cos i am so nice i give in to her all the time:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; , and then i said if she could get either a combo of 40 and a score floor of 300 and above, she could go again, and then it would be my turn. and she kept on finding very lame reasons to not let me go, so i just let her continue and we kept on going from talking nonsense, laughing at nothing and everything, and we decided to try ti play icy tower without looking, so we turned our backs and just pressed, so funny, cos like we will be jumping at the same spot for like ages and in a very spastic manner too, its dead funny. and we couldn't stop lauging!! cos the guy looks friggin spastic.. liek he is physically retarded!! :) and we went down to the little funny shop to buy ben and jerry's and to eat it.. duh.. and than to cam whore, but we didn;t cam whore that much:) well, 3 is better than 2 which is better than 1!! yes yes, i know its from moonface, so what:) then we went up and played more icy tower and kat suggested we watched a movie! so i said anything, i bet i haven't watched it yet!! so she said we were going to watch a show called white chicks. it started off with like some blaack dudes and i said to kat, i thought the show was called WHITE chicks, why only black guys?? and she fast forwaded it.. and its so dam funny, the guys are so ugly, (as girls) and the wat they talk is so funny!! unfortunately, i only managed to watch half of it cos i had to go.. wat a pity.. well, it just gives me more reasons to go back to her house.. TO WATCH THE OTHER HALF!! hahah:) naughty pearl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-8767410558487408825?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/8767410558487408825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=8767410558487408825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/8767410558487408825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/8767410558487408825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-her-house.html' title='its her house'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SR2DVESw2kI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qa2F-OUssPA/s72-c/DSC03695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-4139315661368624879</id><published>2008-11-13T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:17:20.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mad mad wet</title><content type='html'>today was like the bomb. kat clar krish and myself wen to wild wild wet yao! so awsome. and calr said yesterday, that it opens at 10am.. so we met there and when we read the sign it said, opens at 1pm on weekdays. what the fuck mandd.. so we just hung around for a very long time, going to macs, having like b'fast, sitting and the fod court for 2 hrs doing nothing, walking in white sands, having lucnch and finally we went to wait for the counter , which sells tickets, to open. so we waited and waited:) and finally!! they opened!! :) yes!! so we went in and first we changed into our costumes and went to get a locker to put our stuff in.. then we went to the u larlar.. or however u spell it! :) cos no queue so we went like allllllllloooottttt of times and then we decided to go to the purple and yellow slides cos well, there was also no queue:) so i went to purple and then yellow:) so fun.. and while waiting for kat and krish to come out of the slide, this lifeguard woman came up to me and said, i don't mean to embarass u, but i think u should wear like shorts, cos well, this place is where alot of families come and well, so i just talked nicely and ssid, oh ok :) so i was like.. kat i need to go get my shorts and explained to her la.. and she said, tell the woman to bug off, not say u are not wearing anything, its just  like a bit see through, and its a costume or somthing to that effect... and i was like wearing a 1 piece.. liek those swimming competition kind.. lik ethe hole at the back one and a swim shirt over.. hello? other people worse ok, wear bikini.. like bra and underwear!! then liek we went to alot of other rides and kat and krish were considering going to the v-shaped thing, which i really scray.. but clar and i were like HELL NO! so we went on the riding bicycle thing. and i was friggin scared at first.. cos i am quite afraid of heights, and i went on that thing b4 and i was dam dam dam scared.. so i wen on the thing with kat and screamed every time there was like a slight bump or when we were turning!! and i decided i had to maek my self less scared so we went like again so awasome right?&lt;br /&gt;so we just continued and wen to the tsunami and the slides over and over again, and everywhere we went, we saw this bunch of quite looking caucasion guys. fine, i told kat one of them looked pretty gangster-ish ok.. so mean.. but ya la, quite hot. than when we were lining up to go on the u lala.. those guys were like behind u and kat turned around to look at them and turned back and one of them said: hey sexy and kat pretended not to notice, and then the guy whistled:) haha, so funny. and kat was so embarassed, so like evrywhere we go we see them , like they are stalking us!! :) aha. so scary, than when we were like rinsing ourselves, it was like beside the lazy river and the guys were there, and the started whistling like non-stop, kat said she didn't hear but i definately heard luh:) and i told kat.. she said that they were whistling at me!! ahha:) so funny!! so we went to change and.. ta-da. so many hours gone!! haha:) we were hungry so we went to macs to grab a snack :) heh.. can't wait ti go again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes!! ramsay, you have to come over to my house one last time, i have yet to challenge u to a proper game of billards!! mua-ha-ha.. i shall trash u!!  heh:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krish said maybe we could go over to his place tomorro so i hope we can go.. he said we were playing some game called guitar somthing.. i dunno, sounds stupid.. and i am going so far to be stupid, how stupid. oh well, its the company that matters!! ahha:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-4139315661368624879?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/4139315661368624879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=4139315661368624879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/4139315661368624879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/4139315661368624879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2008/11/mad-mad-wet.html' title='mad mad wet'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-2862398449819755066</id><published>2008-11-12T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:17:55.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy rainy</title><content type='html'>oh my best best house is the best when its raining andwhen i am with my best!! :) haha:)&lt;br /&gt;today i went to kats house to well.. we aere supposed to play boxhead and icy tower and swim and play caramel.. but we couldn't play boxhead.. cos kat had no internet.. so we played icy tower practically the whole day.. it was so funny. cos after we played alot of icy tower, we went downstairs to play in the playground and cam whore abit and it started raining.. so we played in the rain..and our phones got drenched! (when i went home, there was water in my hp!! :) dammit. lucki my phone is still working..anyway, we took alot of pics.. most on my friendster and well because we were so wet,, we thought, hey, why not go for a swim? so we jumped into the baby pool and slid down the slide!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fun right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everytime someone walked past, we had to hide, cos they will tell the guards.. and i quickly squatted my way to liek a corner and when i reached ther kat was like people pee there, come here la! aah.. ew. ok gross, lose appetite!! so it was like some com game, hide from yr enemy, except u can't shoot them when they come to close:) hah.&lt;br /&gt; so we got out and ran back home in the rain.. and camwhored somemore&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went up and guess what we did.. WE PLAYED ICY TOWER.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kats;s sis came home and invaded us.. i think her sis is very much like my sis but she is lot cooler than my sis luh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.. and all of kat's icy tower is all above 315.. so cool right my highscores suck.. and she made all my highscores higher.. so i can't reach it.. argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than suddenly kat left me in the room playing icy tower by myself.. and when i went out i smelt something cooking.. but nothing was on the stove, so i thought someone cooked something earlier.. but it smelt like caramel.. so i thought kat made.  than she brought me to the fridge.. and showed me her caramel that i taught her hw to make!! oh kat, u mke me so proud of u sometimes!! hah:) i just love u:) to think u learnt so fast, and it looked really good! but her mum was downstairs waiting to pick me up, so we left,, just after i made some caramel for kat lovesss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love kats mum cos she is so funny:) and so cool. haha..&lt;br /&gt;she makes my laugh. alot:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she dropped me off at comonwealth:) ehhe.. and i had a very long train ride home:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited for tomorro, going to WWW with kat and clar and krish!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-2862398449819755066?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/2862398449819755066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=2862398449819755066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/2862398449819755066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/2862398449819755066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2008/11/rainy-rainy.html' title='rainy rainy'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-6379585599125402423</id><published>2008-11-11T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T05:05:03.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to kat and boxhead!</title><content type='html'>ehhe... omg i just love typing!! its so fun. like yr fingers get exercise.. but my hand pain cos i just played boxhead. bang bang,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I OFFICIALLY HATE BARRELS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;OK,, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SO I MADE MY STATEMENT . OK kat.. u have to read this. see. so i shall use walls next time. no the ammo lower.. oh shizzels ma fizzels, its i'm yours kat.. ahah.. the half song.. ok nvm. u think i am crazy right. so mean. i know. u are MEAN!! no la bbezzz.. i lovelove u always ok.. and alot of other pple too. i mean love u.. and me of course, ok so gay(ramsay would say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ahha.. OK LOVESLOVESS. i am very bored now. wanna go dun wanna go. oh ya. romit showed me his gay video of himself dancing today!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-6379585599125402423?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/6379585599125402423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=6379585599125402423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/6379585599125402423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/6379585599125402423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-kat-and-boxhead.html' title='to kat and boxhead!'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-416568975663361708</id><published>2008-11-11T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T04:58:22.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey !! ahha.. today is like so cool. i played boxhead by myself adn i reached level 20.. i had all the weapons!! so cool.. my score was 5948800   so awsome right. i know. ok very bored now.. listening to krish's fav song.. vivalavida!! :) haha  kat's playingit too... and she is adicted. sorry kat. being addited to com games aren't good. ok the spelling is getting worse.. and i suck at typing. so what??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.. an di learned new card tricks.. actually, this is the first ever realy post fro this blog. so i shall put a short intro ya? ok fine.. i know its lame.. so what.. PRESENTING :: pear;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine, the name is pear; i am so not pear shaped, though i wish i could slide just a wee little bit over to that side so i don't feel cold and well, don't freeze so easily :)  if u find a nice picture of a pear, called pearl, well than ..  ..  .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. don't just stare at it?!?! send it to me ! duh. @ &lt;a href="mailto:pearl37wee@yahoo.com.sg"&gt;pearl37wee@yahoo.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;   or &lt;a href="mailto:pearl37wee@hotmail.com"&gt;pearl37wee@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;   okok? fine.. and if u are so freakin poor that u dun have a com, mail it to me at 30 tanah merah kechil rd #14-10 .. wait, if u dun have a com, how will u see this blog.. nvm. just imagine.. think of some excuse ok? and if u are just being some big fat lazy ass u usually are, than just message me or call me to tell me where on earth u saw the pear shaped picture ok @ 8200****  /  6449****   . i shall not reveal the whole number yao:) yes and sinceu don't have the full number, the address and the email might be fake too!! or is it? so u know what, don't bother finding out if it is real, just don't send me any pear pictures ok? waste my time only la. u people, all nothing better to do, come look at people's blog and give me pics of pears?? my god. what have u eaten. and than some stupid smart alec will give me and aple and say : u didn't want pear, so i give u apple      what the fuckin shit manz. i punch that retard. so walk like penguin, gimme a secksee five and we are off to malaysia, (krish calls my house malaysia) so yea.  live in "malaysia" haha.. just pretend ok. i love austrailia and CLUBMED!! ahhh! omg.. its the best place in the world. sentosa is cool too cos they have liek trapeze:) oh yea:) and ya, i don't smoke. and i never intend to ok. so don't think i smoke just  because u think i am ugly okok? fine. i ballroom dance. latin american ballroom dancing. i know i know it sounds gay, but i am cool and i do it.. so its cool, not gay:) fine, i sing, not many know. but i only sing well, when i need to. i don't usually sing my best when we are running along corridoors screaming so what.. cos its hard ok.  fine. u wanna know more just add me on hotmail or smth yao. ok well, u should know alot about me, cos u know the blog.. right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so intro.&lt;br /&gt;-gay&lt;br /&gt;-romit-ish&lt;br /&gt;-stupid&lt;br /&gt;-random&lt;br /&gt;-complete and utter waste of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO STOP WASTING YOUR TIME. GO STUDY YAO:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-416568975663361708?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/416568975663361708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=416568975663361708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/416568975663361708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/416568975663361708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-ahha.html' title=''/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-4738292811481852533</id><published>2008-11-04T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:46:15.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>faw-tows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SREWPsnd8II/AAAAAAAAAHs/BlRqSBqrsxw/s1600-h/DSC03456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265013898303369346" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SRERwgLZ-5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/YBzgYrp0fGE/s320/01092008(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4214378860295050004-4738292811481852533?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/4738292811481852533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=4738292811481852533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/4738292811481852533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/4738292811481852533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2008/11/faw-tows.html' title='faw-tows'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/SREWPsnd8II/AAAAAAAAAHs/BlRqSBqrsxw/s72-c/DSC03456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-3772041958288135266</id><published>2008-11-04T19:20:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:21:49.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>previous blog post</title><content type='html'>yesterday was i think the last day i will ever see ramsay in his school uni in skl! yesterday might be my last day too.. lets hope not eh? hais.. yesterday..we were supposed to go to skl to clean up m404 and m402... ithink the names are wrong. and i thnk we made a much bigger mess!! hha.. wwe used some multi purpose cleaner thing to clean the mirrors.. and the mirrors looked like someone just smeared bubble gum on it.. it was like all foggy .. yuck!anyway.. we finished realy early.. liek only aft an hour.. and krish, ramsay, kat, clar and myself, wanted to go to the rooftop of block m.. so ramsay was liek teaching us ho to climb up. and kat and clar and krish all couldn't get up.. lie they were too short.. so i tried and i managed to go up!! who hoo.. yea.. i am tall! ok.. so when i wanted to open the door thing, ramsay was like.. don't open it, it will fall off the building.. so i closed it.. and i was like.. than whats the point of me climbing up here? so i opened it again.. the handle was friggin hot i tell u!! all the sun! so i just opened it a little bit bigger than i did the first time and i saw clouds.. the only thing i saw.. were clouds!! and i was afraid the thing would fall out of the building.. so i climbed back down.. and did i tell u.. romit's bag got ripped by sum one.. no idea who.. but he was like.. ITS MY ONLY BAG!! MY DAD IS GONNA KILL ME!! I KNOW ONE OF U BROKE IT!! WHO WAS IT!! U RIGHT CLAR.. I KNOW ITS CLAR... OH .. I KNOW WHO.. ITS KRISH.. KRISH WHY U BREAK MY BAG.. and he went on for another 20 mins.. and after all of us didn't wanna talk to him.. he just shut up!! :) hais.. hand tired liao.. i shall not type ';lk';lk';lk';lk';lk';lk';lk';l .. ok that is all i wanna type/ ';lk';lk';lk';lk';lk';k';lk';lk';lk';lk';lk';lk';lk';lk';lk' its so pretty.!!!!!lovessss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-3772041958288135266?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/3772041958288135266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=3772041958288135266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/3772041958288135266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/3772041958288135266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2008/11/previous-blog-post_04.html' title='previous blog post'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-3042537699263385435</id><published>2008-11-04T19:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:20:21.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>previous blog post</title><content type='html'>hey again. well , i know its liek mircalce for a new post to come out!! haha:) its two days b4 friday. but waait, iv'e been thinking over what i said, i said end of the year, not necessarily end of school year. but i also said "gives me time in the hols to forget" but it doesn't men i have to stop right? so.. well i think i will allow myself to go longer.. ahhh.. no need to suffer anymore!!:0 haha. i am smart.. but well, the year IS gonna end soon. but nyway, lets talk about happy shit ok? today kat clar and ramsay came over to my place to play volleyball and pool(billards) and well, just hang around. i was pretty suprised ramsay actually came, he usually never keeps his word. anyway, they came and watched the last ep of moonface, more like make fun of it, so after that we plyed volleyball.. and the moment we started playing it started to rain. so we just played.. HECK. so we played and plyed. and the ball accidentally flew into the pool. and gues who had to jump in the get it.. ME. sad. but ramsay hit it in!! what sucker.. anyway i hadclothes. since it was my house.. right?? :) so i went in.. no.. kat pushed me in:) and i was al wet like shit. so we got a towle nd went to play pool!! yea.. nd i so owned ramsay.. clar said she was good.. er.. ok i shall not go into detail. :) so ramsay and i tried to have a match. its either we disagree with each others rules or clar is touching the balls.. ok that sounded wrong!! so well.. he tried to teach them how to play.. unfortunatey:( well.. u know.. hha.. and I OWNED RAMSAY!!! AHAHAHHAHA!!hmmm .. maybe one day i shld bet with him that i would win.. hha.. and i will be rich!!:):) yea man.. i like thaat idea. ok.. set. .i will do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-3042537699263385435?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/3042537699263385435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=3042537699263385435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/3042537699263385435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/3042537699263385435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2008/11/previous-blog-post.html' title='previous blog post'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-7708715757056511199</id><published>2008-11-04T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:19:21.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>previous blog entry</title><content type='html'>i really hope no one reads this entry.. cos i dun wan anybody to read it.. but well. its a blog so the whole world would see it.. so yea.. here goes nothing.. well if u do know who i like.. yea.. i can't stop thinking and drreaming and staring. it feels liek we have some kind of secret language never explained to each other before. just a glance or a tilt of the head and sometimes i get the message.. or maybe its just me. i think my brain is all conked up.. if my brain is conked up.. it has been very very very bad ever since the beginning of october la. its been a shitty month for me. well. its like very extreme.. either like super shitty or like.. woah!!! so amazing.. i know not a single person reading this woulld understand what the hell i am tlaking about.. but maybe even if he read this, he would i am crazy, he might not even noe its him that i am referring to. maybe even kat, my amazingly best friend , might think i have gone bonkers. but here's the deal, i can't seem to understand y i feel this way/ its horrible.. i thought i should just type this shit down today so well.. i wun dream bout him tonight.. lets hope i dun!:( its so real.. when i get up.. i think its the next day already... its terrifying. oh god dammit.. and i think one of his closer friend plays a pretty big part in this whole shit thing and its stopping him. i dunnoe.. but from the body language i see and understand ,this is the situation for me. i know. maybe i should see a doctor and get my brain fixed. hmm.. maybe i just should. ah heck. i made a promise to myslef i have to ned this whole like thing on friday.. or at least try to end it b friday unless something happens.. cos i dun want to see myself suffering liek that for the next 6 yeaars of my life.. i am slowly getting ot him each day.. but its going too slowly.. i hope he knows that the clock is ticking fast.. and GOD DAMMIT HURRY UP!! sigh.. and i dun think he is gonna ask.. i dun even know if he like sme. its dead confusing.. even i myself cannot explain.. oh god.. its so tempting to put his name down but.. shit. its wun be good if his FRIEND sees this.. makes life more miserable... and well.. .there is no more AND WELls WHEN FRIDAY COMES. cos my heart would be broken without him knowing and the pain inside would be like a satay stick stuck fast, deep into yr upper thigh.. except worst. i can feel the pain everytime i even think.. so . i cannot believe how hard its gonna get for me when its over on FRIDAY. shit.. its less than a week left. all i want to tell u is that i LOVE U AND I WILL MISS U.even when i stare at him i miss him.. and when he stares at me, it gives me goosebumps.. ahhh.. this typing is making me more depressed.. sometimes i dun even noe who to talk to bout thest things. argh.. even if i told.. they wouldn't understand.. cos i dun understand myself.. ah this i like one of the most confusing post ever in my blog.. shoots. ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-7708715757056511199?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/7708715757056511199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=7708715757056511199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/7708715757056511199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/7708715757056511199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2008/11/previous-blog-entry.html' title='previous blog entry'/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214378860295050004.post-3769008299189246555</id><published>2008-11-04T18:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:05:50.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey yaws. i just made a new blog cos my old blog is pretty sucky.. its ugly! haha:) so welcome .. re link ok!!  lurvesss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4214378860295050004-3769008299189246555?l=ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/feeds/3769008299189246555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4214378860295050004&amp;postID=3769008299189246555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/3769008299189246555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4214378860295050004/posts/default/3769008299189246555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourtimesrunningout.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-yaws.html' title=''/><author><name>Mikaila Zuzarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16929106214101119975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYeHOch5eAI/S661QGUpZHI/AAAAAAAAANU/5EznzmNM-5I/S220/22336_1298325971129_1019760805_892866_2371024_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
