<?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-13636130</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:43:50.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*running after you*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-116939044834958871</id><published>2007-01-21T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T06:40:48.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-RYAN.blogspot.com</title><content type='html'>You should probably know by now, this isn't my current blog. But if you don't, it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://-RYAN.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://-RYAN.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-116939044834958871?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/116939044834958871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=116939044834958871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/116939044834958871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/116939044834958871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2007/01/ryanblogspotcom.html' title='-RYAN.blogspot.com'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-112565818667214984</id><published>2005-09-02T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T04:37:39.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woot friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WISHING ON A FALLING STAR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WONDERING WHERE YOU ARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i got my results for history and chinese :D disappointed for history because it was a topic i studied. i only got 8.5/15 for it. but chinese rocked. i got 50/85 and the overall percentage is 69% whee. so i was happy. 0=] friday is a good day. but this morning i was really tired. so i slept in the bus and during morning assembly. oh and the home econs paper was a killer. i had ghimqi giving me hints for the last page. but it was still nearly all blank. not a good sign (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked vivienne about what time the chinese thingy ends today and she replied she didnt know. so i said "kenna sai" but i wasnt referring to her and she got all pissed off about it lol. but i didnt give a damn. todays chinese thing was rather boring. i didnt like the tour at all. it was so lame. and the tour guide was a sissy. he was called "jacky~" he said it in that gay manner. he called yiwen meinu then aunty because she ignored him. if that wasnt gay enough how about this. he called me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haha. because he thought i didnt take that worksheet. then i had to lift it up to him to let him see that i have it. but once again. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;IN YOUR FACE VUZEDALO! WANT TO COMPARE LOOKS AGAIN?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then later during the tour we passed by this air conditioner and he was like "hao shu fu ah" the way he said it was so... *shivers* gay? and when we were leaving the place itself. he was like "ling yu ah" and he attempted a somersault but failed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and euvin kept making fun of him. lol. like calling his name and pretending jacky would reply like in that gay manner: "ni zhao wo mah?" lol. oh and today so many people brought their handphones and the teacher didnt even care when she saw them. i might just bring mine the next time. and darrell was all like. if you dont keep it now chun fui is gonna confiscate it. like hello?! chun fui himself also brings the handphone. how ridiculous is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and during the tour there was the segment about eunuchs. and the "tai jian aka jacky~" said that earlier someone asked why does the knife for castration have to be curved. his reply was because its easier to cut the penis this way. lol. if you use the straight one you have to saw it off. inflict more pain ;S i just dont know whether to laugh or to cry over this answer. its just so funny. and they call the penis the precious or "bao". lol. like lord of the rings man. my precious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xue ming and zhi hui keeps describing me as a jinx. because i keep seeing people commiting suidice and they might do it too because i am always with them. but they were ones who keep saying "tiao hai aka jumping into the sea" earlier in the bus right. so cant blame me. im so innocent. so earlier there was this loud honk at our bus and xue ming and zhi hui was hitting me telling me that im jinx etc etc. lol. prawn without legs. and then we were like going back to school and we had to pass nicholl highway and they were like paranoid. and i was like ya... its gonna collapse. lol. im so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my bunny on maple is so cute. its called Sparkles (: kkthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="330" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;Paranoid Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;Schizoid Personality Disorder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/112565818667214984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=112565818667214984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112565818667214984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112565818667214984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/09/woot-friday.html' title='woot friday.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-112557146668107102</id><published>2005-09-01T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T03:48:40.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAZA! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HERBIE &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went out with Germaine and Deborah :D To watch herbie. it rocks ok. i was suppose to watch the maid. i mean it was my choice. but they wanted to watch herbie too so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 845. got everything ready. mp3. handphone. etc etc. then i received an sms from Germaine and called her. SHE WAS ALREADY THERE. like early lol. so i told her ill meet her there then and i took $20 from my grandma. kwakwakwa. so i left the my home and headed towards bedok interchange where i met her. i passed her that disfigured picture of her that jill and i drew. and she said my handwriting was quite nice :D &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; deborah was suppose to alight her taxi there too but somehow she said something something. etc etc. most likely alighted at the wrong area. ;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met her at the entrance of the interchange. all of us coincidently using black also. strange people we are :D AND THEN. the best part is yet to come. we took the wrong train 0=] lol. and not once but twice. but for the second time we got to the wrong area. thats all. so we had to make one big round to get to the other side. then we alighted at dhoby ghaut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we forgot to tap our ez link cards at dhoby ghaut. why? because germaine got really enthusiastic about the walking sidepaths and she kept running up and down. hilarious. and deborah is still able to exclaim that we have forgotten to tap our cards. lol. siao gi nah. and then we decided to go to the arcade. i already sensed a headache but it got away sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;germaine and deborah had this "tapz" card and so they hurried over to the arcade to play time crisis 2. yada yada. then all other games. like marvel vs capcom 2. i miss that game ='] then deborah played dance dance revolution and i stared at her doing it. then she had abit of pressure on her because i was looking so she gamed over in 6 seconds. i counted around there. kwakwakwa. sorry la ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then decided to head over to plaza singapura to watch herbie. it rocked. sorta. its a nice show la. but the storyline is cliche. lindsay lohan won the race at the end. i knew it all along. so predictable :D and i heard they had to digitally modify the size of her breasts because it was too large for a disney movie. kwakwakwa. so she abit flat chested in the show but whatever. she doesnt even look nice at all. lets not start about hilary duff who is a million times worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the show. we went to the cyber cafe where germaine got enthusiastic again and ran to the shop just to reserve computers. she run damn funny. so cute like that. kwakwakwa. oh ya she told me that she met jill last year dressed for an occasion. but it was for tuition. dress until so nice for tuition. kwakwakwa. and i had abit of problems communicating with the shop owner cos she had this funny accent and so for an hour i had to be seperated from the cousins. they played warcraft inside. i played maplesea outside. then for the next hour to get in. and guess what. they auto logged me out from maple so i havent log out. and so i have to request to log out from there because i cant get in from the other computer. once again communication breakdown because the lady cant understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that. we forced deborah to eat with us. but she said etc etc. dont want la. dont want la. but she ate takoyaki in the end. because germaine and me wanted to. we searched the whole mall for that stupid shop ok. and actually it was right below us. what a waste of time. but we did get to enjoy our meal. and i burnt my tongue and this foreigner was asking me what am i eating and i couldnt talk. my tears were about to fall. so hot. and i cant spit my food out in front of him. how disgusting that would be. so i "dao-ed" him. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went home. on the mrt home deborah was telling us about this girl whose face was so oily it was equivalent to a bottle of oil. obviously me and germaine didnt believe her la. she also said alot of stuff that were unbelievable. but whatever la. sounds interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so im here right now. oh and my brother got slapped and caned by my father earlier for chewing on double sided tape. and his fever came back lol. this i shall not poke business into it. though i wanted to at first. a great way to mock him ah? 0=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-112557146668107102?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/112557146668107102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=112557146668107102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112557146668107102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112557146668107102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/09/plaza-3.html' title='PLAZA! &lt;3'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-112548541072169746</id><published>2005-08-31T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T03:50:10.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in your face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUSIC MAKES ME LOSE CONTROL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llee.aahh.nnaa* ;I WANT MY PRIMARY SCHOOL. ;[ says:&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;llee.aahh.nnaa* ;I WANT MY PRIMARY SCHOOL. ;[ says:&lt;br /&gt;SHUAI GE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see this? leona commented on my looks. 0=]&lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR FACE VUZEDALO!!! Still want to compare anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i got his face i am certained to post at let you all have a look and seriously he needs to think twice about calling himself handsome again. imbecile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays teachers' day is like any other typical teachers' day. we sabotaged mr yip to go dance on stage for aces day. kwakwakwa. and the song was hollaback girl but they censored the "shit" part and distorted the whole rhythm. so its like really boring. ): but then the concert really caught my attention. the stage synergy members danced to lose control &lt;3 and the dance steps were like totally like those in mtv. mesmerizing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i met zs at the bus stop. and erm. we went to ngee ann. were late because bedok south released us late and then everyone had already left. yada yada. etc etc. i followed serene and tanya to library and yada yada. then serene forced tanya to stay so i had to go home myself. i wanted to go parkway though ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ye. thats about all. other than maple having pets. (: cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-112548541072169746?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/112548541072169746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=112548541072169746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112548541072169746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112548541072169746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-your-face.html' title='in your face!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-112538899670159935</id><published>2005-08-30T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T01:09:36.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eeyer</title><content type='html'>ok like i got a new email so add me at &lt;a href="mailto:enchantedpromise@hotmail.com"&gt;enchantedpromise@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah sian la. i got like 23/40 for english *sob* you know like its pretty much impossible that i achieve such a result. but something enlightened. 80% of 2A scored lower than me. that is so&lt;br /&gt;amazing. arent they suppose to be those very intelligent ones and yet i scored higher than them. &gt;;O go me! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i also got A2 for geography. hurray. but todays math was pretty much a killer for me cos i dont understand anything. eeyer. and like i was only able to answer those really simple ones like simultaneous equations and pythagoras theorems. i totally flunked the whole angle thingy. ok i suck at maths. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today while i was waiting for kamal and tanya. arini and sarah were like outside too. and so its like you know. we are waiting for people. then arini asked me to hold her glasses aka spectacles and i accidently dropped them and one of the lenses popped out and it fell on the ground below. that also means 3 storeys below by the way ^^ so i went down i hunted for it and i like couldnt find it. and they were like putting pressure on me and staff. ok note to self: never ever help anyone hold anything ever ever ever again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i liked missed kamal and tanya leaving the classroom and stupid weilun must have asked them to leave me. imbecile. cant stand his face. so act cute like sai. male still behave in such a infidel manner. leaves me with disgust. did i mention his eyes were so beady til you feel like digging them out. ;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday this guy called "vuzedalo" on habbo called me ugly ;S and he thinks hes more "handsome" than me. ok well no comments. i believe im wonderfully made by God and im proud of how unhandsome or ugly i am. but i was seriously disturbed by his actions because he said he love having sex and stuff. and having sex with his dolls ;S seriously disturbing with words coming from a christian like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so like. im really bored. ok til next time. cya. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-112538899670159935?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/112538899670159935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=112538899670159935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112538899670159935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112538899670159935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/08/eeyer_30.html' title='eeyer'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-112513772339935803</id><published>2005-08-27T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T03:15:23.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY PRAYER!!!</title><content type='html'>i got forced to go to church yesterday and today. to friday prayer. *shivers* ):&lt;br /&gt;then i didnt know my father was this altar worker and i had to wait until like 1130pm to go home. so i wanted to go home and stuff on my own. and he was like telling no such thing etc etc. yada yada. etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i helped sammy trained her maple etc etc. now shes 11. go that long hair. yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sandy told me a lame joke yesterday. whats in the middle of sea? The letter E. prawn without legs. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly i got no mood to blog. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-112513772339935803?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/112513772339935803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=112513772339935803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112513772339935803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112513772339935803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/08/friday-prayer.html' title='FRIDAY PRAYER!!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-112504569699160231</id><published>2005-08-26T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T01:41:37.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your momma so big that when she walked past the tv, a whole season ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. life has been boring as ever. yesterday. during home econs. we baked this like totally cool marble. i kept eating the batter cos its so sugary and tasty. and i added alot of chocolate into it. yum! and then there was the lesson thing and i chose the seat next to the oven just to smell it. its so lovely. and it tastes heavenly. kamal thought it was disgustnig so i ate his slice. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was like walking out of school when i met mrs kow. she was being sarcastic apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you make that for home econs?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes"&lt;br /&gt;"wow ryan it actually looks edible!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-" sarcastic or not. you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya and the exams were like chicken feed. really. i just hope the marks will be easily given :D&lt;br /&gt;cos i think theres a segment in the geography that im gonna score badly. and i left 7 of the tian xie han zi blank &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die die die. so anyway. sid is really getting me on my nerves right now. stupid imbecile. keeps acting cool in front of me. as though he is so funny. which he isnt. hes like a lunatic in the class. and yesterday ms alsogoff (however you spell it 0=D) was teaching us something and i laughed at one sentence she said. cant remember which one but i was laughing. and he was like 'ahaha so funny.." like what the hell. stupid imbecile. sometime i really feel like telling him off. stop acting cool you imbecile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then todays chinese paper. there was a passage for the comprehension mcq. and i almost cried when i read the story because it was so sad. its a about a girl who used to be really close to the father then she sorta reached the adolescent stage and their relationship drifted apart yada yada. then one day he fell ill and she realised it was too late yada yada and he died. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;APPRECIATE YOUR FATHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i am so gonna appreciate my father from now on cos i thought the story resembled part of my life and it sorta shook me and wake me up. then today during chinese my teacher was like teaching us some bow thingy when someone dies and she bowed to the class and she said better not bow towards us. wait suay us. haha. i kept laughing. shes so comical. thats why i enjoy chinese so much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HURRAH IM JOINING THE CHOIR! BYE BYE COMPUTER CLUB! SAYONARA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-112504569699160231?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/112504569699160231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=112504569699160231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112504569699160231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112504569699160231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh.html' title='Oh'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-112487309717948225</id><published>2005-08-24T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T01:44:57.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY FATHER CAME HOME &gt;;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-112487309717948225?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/112487309717948225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=112487309717948225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112487309717948225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112487309717948225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/08/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-112486847072964451</id><published>2005-08-24T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T00:27:50.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO!</title><content type='html'>baby jiu shi ni. (: the maid rocks la. im somehow knows part of the storyline. but after listening to kamal talking im so gonna watch it. poor maid that got raped. and oh ye. people asking about what font im using for my display pictures. i made that font myself =l if you want a copy of that font i will send it to you only if you say please and thank you 0=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother deleted 118 spywares from my computer. my mother knows that my handphone bill is really high. 846 messages in a month. (: today i went out with tanya and kamal and that insane psycho freak namely weilun. hes so irritating. talking behind my back as though i dont know anything. sheesh you weilun. i know your talking behind my back. and just to let you know those sarcastic remarks are for you and not kamal. so stop thinking highly of yourself. =S and go get a more "manly" bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanya and i ate this erm KFC. (: yummy. she asked for more vegetables. and i asked for NO vegetables. kamal keeps telling me the contrast between tanya and me. for example shes a dead person. as in dull. and im so lively. thank you kamal i know i am. plus cute of course. (: ya i am cute. and tanya is so weird. ate 7 tadpoles. (: Oh and she figured out her computer's password cos be brother downloaded this keylogger thingy and so he figured out what was the password that the mother set for the computer. password: strawberry. lame or what xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today there was this career choice thingy. oscar.nie.edu.sg i think.. i think thats the link.go try xD. i am a graphic designer. da doing doing doing. (: yey totally rocks man! me = graphic designer. chin chye's job was all those very manly stuff. and a NURSE. its kinda awkward how manly comes along with nurse. maybe a medic or something but nurse? cleric sounds cool but its only for maplesea. addiction xD. oh the test said im sensitive. aww thanks. and socialiable?! i think something went wrong cos according to my friends and I. i am not socialiable. maybe at school cos i crap alot. but guaranteed not at church. im like so anti everything. not talking to anyone. =S this is just strange. and when i came back to class after that career test. everyone was singing preschool songs and mr yip asked everyone to make a circle and a choo choo train?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just wrong. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-112486847072964451?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/112486847072964451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=112486847072964451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112486847072964451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112486847072964451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/08/hello.html' title='HELLO!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-112462060131813142</id><published>2005-08-21T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T03:36:41.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH WEAK PEOPLE )):</title><content type='html'>Ys says he feels weak then still habbo. asking for trouble ah ys. last time i felt that weak i feel sick for 2 weaks with high fever. i suggest you go drinks lots of water and take a rest. dont go to ang mo kio and buy your prepaid cards. unless you want to faint halfway. then pauline go say wait i heartbroken. ;S siao gi nah number 2. number 1 = charlotte ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh today i made 4 custom made habbosoup display pictures. 2 of is to suan people. (: i guess you all can guess which one it is i show it you. pauline spotted one of them. (: poor mo gu. and shaman king doesnt rock at all ok. ): fruits basket rock harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAKE NOTE OF THIS YS &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;now this is so lame. kei is playing all this strange songs on the radio especially those retro songs like mr lonely ;S omg i cant stand this. ): hear no evil. its so ridiculous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HABBOSOUP IS BACK! VISIT &lt;a href="http://www.habbosoup.com"&gt;www.habbosoup.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;oh how much i miss habbosoup. all the other fansites are plain dump. ): i got others to agree with me on that. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-112462060131813142?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/112462060131813142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=112462060131813142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112462060131813142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112462060131813142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-weak-people.html' title='OH WEAK PEOPLE )):'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-112452295223494624</id><published>2005-08-20T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T00:39:56.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts about MARIE.</title><content type='html'>Spread my wings and FLYY.Mercedes taxis are so COOL. says:&lt;br /&gt;when i have pms i always eat alot. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;MARIE IS A GLUTTON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread my wings and FLYY.Mercedes taxis are so COOL. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaa im a glutton what do u expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;SHE CLAIMS IT TOO &gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread my wings and FLYY.Mercedes taxis are so COOL. says:&lt;br /&gt;and also say that im a glutton but she's not fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MARIE YOU BHB (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread my wings and FLYY.Mercedes taxis are so COOL. says:&lt;br /&gt;well yes i dont deny im a glutton xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;SHES PROUD OF IT! *SHOCKED*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;MARIE - 0 RYAN - 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Guys do not worry, marie isnt offended. good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sport &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread my wings and FLYY.Mercedes taxis are so COOL. says:&lt;br /&gt;sammy,sometimes she just eat soup alone with garlic bread.she's NOT a glutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sammy your daily intake of food is less than me ok ): eat more please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread my wings and FLYY.Mercedes taxis are so COOL. says:&lt;br /&gt;she better not sees it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread my wings and FLYY.Mercedes taxis are so COOL. says:&lt;br /&gt;or else she'll be like MARIEEE....etc etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sammy nags! *looks apalled*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-112452295223494624?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/112452295223494624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=112452295223494624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112452295223494624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112452295223494624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/08/facts-about-marie.html' title='Facts about MARIE.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-112451896041685845</id><published>2005-08-19T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T23:53:58.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EEYER.</title><content type='html'>And so the latest trend in school would have to be buffing nails. This is rather lame. Whats with shiny nails. They wear off fast enough. Like today shiny, 2 days later back to the normal size. And if your gonna be spending the whole day buffing nails why not use the buffing machine in the d&amp;T lab, its faster ;) And so life goes on. Im starting to realise this blog is used for a lot of personal attacks. And since my chinese teacher is reading this it has better stop now right? But you can always go back to my previous blogs and posts over them. So i think im gonna make a very private blog that nobody knows so i can record all kinds of weird behaviour by my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i asked diana whether she considered me as a friend and she claimed msn is better than me so i got pissed off and ended up not talking to her. Diana -1 Ryan -0 I will get my revenge. Just you wait and see you sms lingo typist. And oh ye amelia doesnt want to be associated with me anymore so i dont care. (: it was clarissa's birthday yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLARISSA. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then ghim qi thought i was referring to the other clarissa in my school which i didnt even bother talking to her? Shes kinda strange for a girl. But i shall not poke into her business into why her skirt is so short ok? (: And now weilun has this really "ar gua" handbag which he carries to school also. Kamal picked it for him and claims it looks bad on weilun but good on him. So i like told kamal he was BHB. Tanya had no comments to herself. Recently she has been telling kamal alot of strange things i dont know. But i would find out eventually and since your not gonna tell me what they are i will post it on my blog where everyone could read it ok? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Germaine thinks shes ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently ive been patching up lots of friendships lately. Online and real life. But its so obvious that i dont like alot of people in the real life. Like erm lets see, nah im not gonna mention anybody's name. And so that day i went to this national day dinner, of course i was there only for the food please. Like im actually gonna listen to Mr Goh Chok Tong blabber his speech. Then while waiting for the food i just crapped with my mum about PEANUTS and other stuff and took random photos with her handphone that is ten times BETTER than mine and she wont give it to me. evil. Then before the peking duck came she advised me on which part of the duck to take because its meatier. Note: it is the middle section guys (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she kept laughing at me preparing my chopsticks, ready to attack the peking duck. And while eating the duck she kept telling me how poor thing the old woman opposite her is because she went to the toilet and her husband reserved the drumstick for her which was hard to peel.&lt;br /&gt;LUCKY DRAW: Mum claimed the first prize winner's butt was too big. (: Like j.lo. ok whatever. but its kinda true la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thats all for now. Im going for church later and hopefully reformat my computer. stupid nonsense kinda pop up thingy. I mean like if your advertising a female at least choose a prettier one. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-112451896041685845?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/112451896041685845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=112451896041685845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112451896041685845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112451896041685845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/08/eeyer.html' title='EEYER.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-112253696092451733</id><published>2005-07-28T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T00:49:20.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Errf.</title><content type='html'>Ok so i actually remembered to blog. i was smsing amelia last night about stuff and stuff. ye thats pretty much what i remembered. and sylvest's brother calling me 4 letter stuff. and erm sylvest not replying to my smses. ^^ ok whatever. today was pretty much boring as usual. i handed in my home econs project as told to. my father, mother and maid helped. so i guess im pretty grateful to them. but not my brother. he kept annoying me. like what the heck lor. hes really such an annoyance. sometimes i feel like throwing him down the rubbish chute. so anyway. qal had this 3 months ban on habbo for harassing others. &gt;.&lt; lame.&lt;br /&gt;school was horrific i tell you. but yet at a certain point cool. coz mr yip didnt nag at us today. well he did. but not that much. and i dont have to hand in my term 2 maths file whee. coz they dont want it. my term 2 maths file is empty but the term 3 one wants to be checked. but it isnt empty. ^^ yey. so anyway. i didnt go for tuition today coz i stayed back in school to crap with kamal and tanya. and bitch about weilun coz hes a whore. lol. really he is. and i told kamal more about ourselves. kamal = bitch. tanya = slut. me = nerd. ok so i downgraded myself but whatever. i dont care what others think about me. kamal thinks that the picture that i took with sylvest shouldnt be placed on display pictures because others may think we are gay. i just tod him whatever. im not even gay.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i dont know whats with the world. ok so anyway. i spent my whole home econs period during nothing and i sat at the girls table for fun. then shahnaz took this nail buffer and buffed my nails. i found it kinda awkward coz only girls do that but my fingernail did look shiny 0=]&lt;br /&gt;and so i crapped around during science class. and miss sim was like crapping too. and im going to perth in november. hopefully. ^^ coz my school is bringing me there. i hope weilun doesnt come along. hes  a whore. and a big poseur. i was playing with glue during science period and sutini kept going around the class with styrofoam and stuffed it behind our backs o.o&lt;br /&gt;ok so anyway. i was outside the staff room crapping with tanya. i decided to grafitti her hand. its really nice. then this stupid teacher came along. then she was like, hello? boy? dont touch the girl ok? why are you touching her. i felt like telling her. HELLO?! its graffitti. modern art? apparently she was too old for this. OLDSCHOOL. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-112253696092451733?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/112253696092451733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=112253696092451733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112253696092451733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112253696092451733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/07/errf.html' title='Errf.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-112247211377889215</id><published>2005-07-27T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T06:56:31.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some More.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i really got alot to say. which i cant remember. so ill think over it. oh ye i saw that picture of diana and clarissa and someone else. but i didnt recognise clarissa coz she doesnt look like that in real life? and my mother thinks its a bad picture.&lt;br /&gt;and so today the nagging continues. on my way to school in the car my father had to nag. he was like you better study or if you fail your subjects ill ban you from using the computer. ok whatever. theres something called cyber cafe downstairs. he just loves nagging at me. telling me about my addiction on the computer and stuff. sometimes i feel that hes jealous that i know how to use the computer with style and that i type so much faster than him. whats funny is that my mother used to scold me on how slow i type for her stuff. but right now im ten times faster than her. but i still love my mother. shes so lovable. allowing me to talk on the phone with clarissa now. still cant imagine that clarissa's mother thinks shes attached. =l im like only 14. please let me off. im not that sick like other people finding steads at 14. its really young to do that kinda stuff. like diana steading with raymond. lol. and now she claims she had stamps on her eyes. i think she still has them too. better go get some water to wash them off. and so today i was in cca doing nothing but playing habbo and stuff. i dont like habbo anymore. its so lame. expecially that Vindi-Cated girl person. who thinks shes so cool acting like shane and roxy. i hope any of you reading doesnt tell her my blog. i dont think she knows. and i think only clarissa knows that im blogging. so clarissa you better keep it that way. yes you must keep it that way. i sorta fell out with kai yesterday. coz he claimed he loaned me his hc sofa when i dont remember a thing and gave it to sylvest. and he got all "buay song" and stuff. i really saw a different side of him which i despise. he is suppose to be my friend? friends dont get angry over this kinda stuff. sometimes i really dont know how many "real" friends are out there. other than clarissa. sigh. my life is getting worse everyday. tomorrow i have to hand in that home econs project thing and im waiting for my father to be home with my foam cutter. and my brother is annoying me about maple. OH MY GOSH! just leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i hate people bothering me when im doing something. like earlier when i was competion-ing and people kept forcing me to eat dinner. errf. hate it. ok whatever. when i thought about more ill blog. oh ye i made cool display pictures for msn. as shown below. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/Prince-Ryan/wr.png" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/Prince-Ryan/twoey.png" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/Prince-Ryan/lbtf.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/Prince-Ryan/cute.png" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/Prince-Ryan/clover.png" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/Prince-Ryan/amirah.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/Prince-Ryan/1238.png" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/Prince-Ryan/sr.png" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/Prince-Ryan/paris.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want these kinda display pictures ask me. dont just rip them off. coz its stupid to do that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i got hate posts on my tagboard. so honoured. i feel like xiaxue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-112247211377889215?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/112247211377889215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=112247211377889215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112247211377889215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112247211377889215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-more.html' title='Some More.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-112247094859870845</id><published>2005-07-27T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T06:29:08.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The return.</title><content type='html'>And so i havent blogged in ages. Mr yip is like crap right now. coz i think he has a male pms thingy. so he keeps shouting at the class. and i havent hand up my homework in ages. hes sorta weird. hes really treats me really nicely. as in always praising me and telling me 56 is keep up the good work maths. oh and so i had this home econs project and i didnt bring the materials to class because aldrick was absent. so miss alsagoth (however you spell it) punished me. joy... and so i had to stand for half an hour. so now im stuck with my project. and earlier i was talking to sylvest when he got afk on me and started using 4 letter words on me which is like not him. and im like ignoring henry for spreading lame rumours about me and grace. whats his problem man. and so i was talking to diana last night on the phone and she sounds better with a hoarse throat though she doesnt like it. husky = mariah carey. ok whatever. i dont think diana can sing that well. =p. then that day i went to tampines mall with sylvest. and like i ate takoyaki and he didnt want any. so i ate them all which i enjoyed. and i came home late. but who cares? i wanted clarissa to come along but erm. she didnt? she had that choir thing. i want to be in junyuan but after hearing testimonials about it i might have a second thought over it. i still hate bedok south though because of the stupid vice principal now. he looks damn gay i tell you. with the stupid looking hair and folded up sleeves. total disaster. its the era of the cool people now. not some purple monkey (zombie lupins) hopping around the school, telling me to read proper book during IR. yes he told me off. " Get a proper book. " i was reading that safety thingy he asked us to read. and he told me not to read it. like how ironic. so i felt like taking the pencils i was holding. and aim into his eyes. but i didnt dare look at his face. i havent had my recess. dont want to lose my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;and so i brought my handphone to school. alas! but who cares coz miss abraham aint here anymore. shes on some kinda course. ok so anyway. weilun is really a jerk right now. coz he wants to buy that converse shoes i want. and some stupid jacket. like cmon man. if your ugly your ugly. sometimes i feel like photoshopping him into a girl. which im able to. but im not that mean anymore. i dont want to poke myself  into people's business anymore. trying hard not to.&lt;br /&gt;YOYOHIHI is out of the competition. yey. i worked really hard at it. hes such a stupid fool. ok thats all for now. i know somewhere out there clarissa is laughing at yoyohihi for not making it through the auditions. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-112247094859870845?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/112247094859870845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=112247094859870845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112247094859870845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/112247094859870845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/07/return.html' title='The return.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-111910439910152488</id><published>2005-06-18T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T07:19:59.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day.</title><content type='html'>sigh today isnt a really good day afterall. too many shocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i woke up as usual. oh and the sims 2 was actually sims1. which is like so depressing. it took me 3 days for it to download finish. so im not really happy. sigh. i was also kinda looking forward to bible study. but it was like kinda disturbed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sebastian guy is like annoying. i cant stand his stupid remarks during the bible study. it isnt like the first time he reacted this way. its like all the time. asking question like is commiting suicide ok or not. Like of course it isnt. stupid question. and he was like totally disrupting the whole lesson. luckily elden's brother wasnt there. or perhaps it will drive me away from bible study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt really happy with that guy at all. sometimes i just wish he would shut his mouth and carry on with the lesson. hes really a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the airport. we were having dinner at swensens. everything was like fine. until that zainon lady called and spoilt our mood. i wish she was reading this. this is what i have to tell you. GET A LIFE! shes like annoying. maybe she and that sebastia guy can go live together and annoy each other. sometimes people are like that. i guess not everything can go my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well 0=].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-111910439910152488?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/111910439910152488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=111910439910152488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/111910439910152488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/111910439910152488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/06/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-111897278055165374</id><published>2005-06-16T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T08:44:47.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored To Death</title><content type='html'>im at the poly again. bored to death. here in this stupid class. with no one but ming yi. im like so tired that i can fall asleep. this class is like crap. the teacher is a bit psycho. i was so cranky that i nearly asked him to shut up. he kept blabbing some nonsense about the program. and some stupid competition. which i wont be going because its so complicated and i dont even understand "c programming". i dont know about the other students but i cant be bothered about this. this is really really crap to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im craving for mcdonalds now. so im going to get some fries later and buy that maplesea magazine and CD rom so that i wont have to download it in future. that would be a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got home and erm. played the computer. resumed downloading the sims 2 and uhm roller coaster tycoon 3. clarissa wants it badly but the file is too big. =x. sorry. then i told kieran how i got limewire pro and stuff. and we started downloading cracks so that we get full versions of files. we are totally weird people. 0=]. and now clarissa is sending me pictures that she drew. the bowman and the mage on maplesea. (: a cuter one of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running after you is such a great song. some cant see that. today a few people insulted the song so i wasnt happy with them. so i insulted them back politely. (: of course i got this talent. they dont. etc. etc. yada. yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sims 2 is almost downloaded finish. roller coaster tycoon turned out to be the first version and it doesnt work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sammie cant go for the ignite conference due to some mishap at home. sammie dont worry. God will answer your prayer. remember to have faith. (: anyway there was a match achitots versus burnouts. we lost but i dont feel anything and all. sigh. maybe its because everyone is maturing. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-111897278055165374?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/111897278055165374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=111897278055165374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/111897278055165374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/111897278055165374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/06/bored-to-death.html' title='Bored To Death'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-111889689808090880</id><published>2005-06-15T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T07:31:09.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>999</title><content type='html'>Clarissa is giving away chewing gums. I WANT! especially when diana didnt take her share. ok those gums are mine. oh and i was asking clarissa what diana's number was and she said 999. and she said she called the police when seh was young. reminds me of a week ago when my brother called the police because i took his mentos. i quickly hung up. =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa thinks that her haircut is just like Ashlee Simpsons. i think its quite nice. but she doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving out free chewing gums!! ( Diana didn't want hers. =P ) says:&lt;br /&gt;Hair bounces up. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. bouncier is what all girls want =p. i dont know why she doesnt want her hair that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh habbo is getting more depressing. You know earlier i was like fighting debbie. and now we are not. i was fighting she was on kaiyan's side or whatever. sheesh. and i was quite infatuated with her. then i hated her. ad now im infatuated again. =/. although i dont really kaiyan now cos he lost respect of his friends. sigh. turning back time would be the best thing to do. i love my friends so much. yet the things i do hurt the closest ones. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-111889689808090880?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/111889689808090880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=111889689808090880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/111889689808090880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/111889689808090880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/06/999.html' title='999'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-111881424393693031</id><published>2005-06-14T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T08:58:18.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleahs.</title><content type='html'>i got up at erm. 10. and played pokemon on my gameboy. haha. then etc. etc. played the game. watch my mother eat her lunch. and then help my maid find the school badge. apparently she lost it. and so i smsed chun fui and ming yi to bring a spare for me. but i got a spare myself. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ye. my father got up and nagged at us. "go study first." i was like errf. in my mind i felt like telling him to shut up 0=]. but hes my father right? so ye. i just argued of course. and told him im going to singapore polytechnic later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got to the shoe cabinet and wore my shoes when chun fui told me that he wont be coming to the bus stop we were suppose to meet. so i had to go to kallang station myself. i felt like missing a bus stop or two. so i have an excuse. "oOo. im lost so im not going to the computer course." but im here. at the polytechnic. blogging. 0=]. sigh. life is so boring. so is this course. luckily im having the course with ming yi. so we can crap around. or else its boring. so are the lecturers. oh and i bought fries at kallang for lunch. and coke and the poly for a drink. ming yi's father fetched us here. to the poly. he drove so fast that i didnt have enough time to play my pokemon that i brought along. i defeated the fourth gym though. thats an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im here at the poly. with some freaks surrounding me. they are so dumb they cant even get into the internet and when they finally do. they were listening to hilary duff. "hey now. hey now." i cant believe i used to listen to that song. i find it so disgusting now. =/. im a freak man. anyway. the guy behind me. he told his friends he failed his geography. he had F9. wow. ming yi says he cant take geography in future. ok whatever. the guy that failed geography is sad. d:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the polytechnic is dumb. i cant even log into habbo man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think the teacher is coming. i can sense the presence. of evil. its coming closer and closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first half of the lesson was like quite boring. i was telling lester how hideous the teacher was. =/. and shes boring too. then she keeps like staring at me. its so weird. then we had our tea break. curry puffs and some thingy. like deep fried with lots of oil. me and ming yi went to the parapet to eat. my fried thingy nearly fell off the parapet. haha. it could have led someone into a oily situation. 0=].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i got home and etc. etc. played maple. met diana. oh and i clarified that qal didnt call me a chee bye. i made up with shane and roxy. wow what a good day. and erm. the atomacts room password is 1234. me grace and roxy then act as babies in search of rich mothers. =/. lol we are weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met diana and clarissa on maple. played. diana was talking about strippers. clarissa was hunting on pigs. more about strippers. oh a guy called hornist. =p. ye thats about all. have to go off now. about to eat half boil eggs plus my father nagging; "12 o clock you should know how to shut off your computer. no need me to tell you." haha. its like an everyday affair. ok thats all. cya. peace out. 0=].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-111881424393693031?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/111881424393693031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=111881424393693031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/111881424393693031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/111881424393693031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/06/bleahs.html' title='Bleahs.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-111872977794966104</id><published>2005-06-13T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T08:43:27.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Like Any Other.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;like ok. hello. im here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning at 7. and got up for tuition. and went back home. pretty ordinary. i was talking about some crap to the teacher and she was talking some crap about another student also. so we were like crapping. (: its so fun. haha. and she showed me an article of an old woman getting cheated twice by the same person.&lt;br /&gt;so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got back and study for "3 hours". so boring that i fell asleep. haha. dont see the point of studying actually. nah just kidding. then i remembered that $4 mcdonalds voucher and we spent it on food. i had mcdonalds for lunch. that fillet-o-fish burger. and uhm. i ate 2 of my brother nuggets. no actually all of them. i traded them for my fries coz my fries were like raw and hard. soggy fries are much nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go on the computer. so i asked my dad. since im done studying. i was like. "imgoingtousethecomputernow" like without the spacebars and i rushed into the room. and he was like. ryan come out. if you want to ask me something ask nicely and not in some alien language. like yesterday. =/&lt;br /&gt;sometimes parents are weird. ive been asking him this way since like. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got on habbo. achitots. and i found out that jon had recruited skyshooter into the group and i was pretty pissed off at everything. so i used the console and messaged to members to banish him or not. like all them of them put yes when i told them my reason: crashed my birthday party by advertising for his own room and after telling him off. i was asked to shut up. pfft. noobs these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if jon dares to put him back in i will start a rebellion. i can see why clarissa actually left the group. coz the group was like filled with noobs now. ever since plentiful of invites to the wrong people. i will leave soon i guess. its too noobish and like what dorcas said. MIA. as in missing in action. sometimes i wished that i was still in burnouts and stuff. but burnouts has a few invites to the wrong people also. which means i cant join there. and after fighting with shane roxy and peggy. i dont think ill be in there (: i regret making such harsh decisions in my life. and telling lies to my friends also. sorry to those people who i lied to. you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. and oh yeh. i defamed someone on maple yesterday. (: yeye. it was such a thrill. coz that noob was only level 12 and ye. then today when i got on. i trained til level 23 and stuff. and so. yeh it was fun. then diana said she wanted to go to the dungeon so i was like ok. and so i was like looking and waiting for a her reply. while waiting i trained on orange mushrooms. thats when i leveled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/Prince-Ryan/fight.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see me in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and yeh. thats me in action. i usually hit 105 and above damage but 55 seems nice. (: and so the following pictures below show me waiting for the diana and what happened after that. she went afk and offline. joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/Prince-Ryan/found1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see thats me when i found her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/Prince-Ryan/found2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats me when i realised i had waited for quite some time. ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;haha thanks alot diana. im not suppose to be taking screenies of maple because diana does that and she thinks im a poseur but whatever. she was one too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-111872977794966104?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/111872977794966104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=111872977794966104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/111872977794966104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/111872977794966104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-like-any-other.html' title='A Day Like Any Other.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13636130.post-111867081969687920</id><published>2005-06-13T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T06:53:39.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post.</title><content type='html'>yeye the first post for the blog. its been a very very long time since i blogged. really long. lots of things have changed also and stuff. so heres how my life has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk about mid year exams. haha i failed my chinese because i havent been going for chinese tuition. and my maths is like a wow. my teacher told me to keep up the good work. i got 56. hurray. =/ its like so frustrating. my father keeps nagging at me over it and stuff. like today when i was asked to studay for 3 hours and i bargained for 2. and hes like no. so i found think sharp needle thing that can be used to poke my book and stuff. so i did it out of boredom. and my father came in the room and see me poking. and he thinks im demon possessed. (: and now my brother is threatening to complain. =/ so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother complains like all the time. like today when i was eating my lunch. he threatened to call my dad and etc etc. like hello? and its for no reason. and he keeps saying lam pa lam pa. which is like the male private part. in hokkien i think. its like lame or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;habbo life. i left habbo and came back for no reason although im going again. its like a on off situation. coz i make enemies there so i dont see the point of going back. like today when qal called me a "chee bye" for no reason. and clarissa isnt too happy with him either. well qal you have changed alot. you think your so great now coz everyone likes you. pfft. and now like everyone is enemies. and diana is ignoring me because shes too involved in maplesea. sigh. i wish i could turn back time. where we were all like a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG theres an ignite conference this friday and saturday and i dont know there is one. i guess samantha was talking about that one. ): clarissa went overseas so online life is boring now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day me germaine debbie and clarissa. we went to tampines mall to watch madagascar. i met dwayne while waiting for them. that morning i had stomache and stuff. clarissa defined it as "suay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the church camp was fun. pamela seaward is a very fun preacher. she can talk for hours and i wont really get that bored. just sleepy at times. her stories are really interesting. especially those mentioning pontianaks and stuff. like the one she told us in youth camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i flooded samantha was testimonials. funfunfun. oh and i met Karen and Jolene on maplesea. and diana thought we were good friends and stuff. so she was not really happy. but she ended up suaning them.&lt;br /&gt;joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i found music codes for this blog and stuff. grace helped. thank you. (: i hope i will keep posting here. my life is pretty interesting at times. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeye thats all. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13636130-111867081969687920?l=imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/feeds/111867081969687920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13636130&amp;postID=111867081969687920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/111867081969687920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13636130/posts/default/111867081969687920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imrunningafteryou.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-post.html' title='First Post.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04722141943147833222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
