<?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-7147373</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:34:23.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The light at the end of the tunnel...                    could be you.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147373.post-109238678425092786</id><published>2004-08-13T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T01:46:24.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolness</title><content type='html'> The prelims are coming and I'm totally worn out, surprise surpise. I dunno but my days seem to get shorter and shorter... and I keep falling sick which is a real bummer. Had my  English O level oral yesterday and it was okay  I guess... I could have done better though. Current mood: sleepy. Oh yes, and today happens to be kelly's birthday so... 'Happy Birthday Kelly dearest!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I'm gonna be lame now and tell you everything current now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Currently listening to: Kenny Rogers, 'love lifts us up where we belong'&lt;br /&gt;Curently doing: My blog 'duh, as if ya didn't know that!'&lt;br /&gt;Currently thinking: 'Um. What AM I thinking ah?'&lt;br /&gt;Currently in love with: My Lord Jesus. My pawents. My fwens. My little girlies, Mel and Tango and pet bird Vicki and my other little girl from Legolas's side, Kelly. Bert. and some guy named Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;Currenly breathing: Oxygen. I think.&lt;br /&gt;Current Virus in my system: Common cold&lt;br /&gt;Currently wearing: An old Chicago shirt... my bro's I think... someone put it in my drawer. Very comfy though.&lt;br /&gt;Currently craving: Boston public.&lt;br /&gt;Currently needing: A lot of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMM. yeah.  Why do some people look at me and ask me if I'm mixed? Funny. Whenever I look in the mirror, I see myself as Chinese as everyone else..I'm just tan is all. Oh wells... think I'll take a nap now. Ta-ta... *snores*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-109238678425092786?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/109238678425092786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=109238678425092786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/109238678425092786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/109238678425092786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/08/coolness.html' title='Coolness'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-109152676318236250</id><published>2004-08-03T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T02:52:43.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ill be there</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had such a horrible dream last night. I dreamt I was in the tower for history class and like Mr Lee was lecturing that day and he called me out and said something to me...  can't remember what exactly, but I went 'SO?' in that really rude way and he started to yell at me. Freaky. I think it must be because Mr Koh yelled at us yesterday. hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways, today was a pretty good day. Nothing really bad happened... so I'm kinda happy. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, here's a song called 'I'll be there' by Jackson 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'And ohhhhh...I'll be there to comfort you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Build my world of dreams around you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so glad that I found you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there with a love so strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be your strength; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll keep holdin' on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;holdin' on, holding on, holdin' on, holdin on''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-109152676318236250?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/109152676318236250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=109152676318236250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/109152676318236250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/109152676318236250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/08/ill-be-there.html' title='ill be there'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-109144155148730819</id><published>2004-08-02T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T03:12:31.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scrab</title><content type='html'>This morning, I woke up at 5.20 and I felt so stressed about today because I'm still exhuasted from yesterday and well, basically still really angry about that stoopid scrabble director who totally doesn't deserve to be one. (more on that later)... plus, there were 3 tests today and I was so freaked out about geography coz even tho I've been studying it on my own time just to prepare for Os, I didn't know what time topic was for today and plus, even tho I studied for accounts, I'm still kinda slow when it comes to actually doing it... yeah and I didn't wanna disappoint mr koh and ms kang esp since I told them I studied!! and I did! but hmmmp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to 5.20 in the morning. I got up and bent over in my bed...so I was actually kneeling on my bed. hmm... anyways, I just prayed. It wasn't a long prayer and it was pretty simple but I totally and honestly meant it when I asked God to just give me strength to carry out my day coz I was so afraid of just waking up and getting out of bed to go to school. I wasn't at all ready. But the thing is, today was a pretty good day... I mean... the tests turned out to be okay except for the fact that I ran out of time for geography so I hope I can at least pass and as for accounts... I hope I can pass it too. And maths was pretty okay I guess. I'm supposed to have tuition soon... I haven't done my homework..and then I came back and realized that I didn't have any homework. haha, which is why I'm here now. So I'm really gonna thank God for looking after me today... and well. Every other day too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yesterday. As some of you may already know, it was the interschool scrabble competition grand finals and well, I had invited a lot of people to come but they didn't... I wasn't really disappointed because the people who really mattered turned up... which is my mum and Bert. So thanks for coming mum and bert. haha. Anyways, we didn't win but we ought to have won something. Stooopid director robbed us of our trophy and robbed me of my last chance ever playing for SMSS. Yeah, he was rude to mr koh too. I would have strangled him if I wasn't in my school uniform haha. Oh wells, mr koh's gonna write a nasty letter to mattel and brands because of that awful director. I hope he's banned from ever touching a scrabble board again. He has totally violated the game and its rules. I mean... oh man, I feel like I let my whole team down cause I wasn't playing my best at the last game. but overall, even with all those spastic things that happened, the day turned out pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum got my a new swimsuit from Adidas. Thanks mom. Love ya! And hmm... well, bert got me another new CD. THANKS BERTY! Muachx! and ummm... hmmm... sigh. I'm very tired, gonna go off now... bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave you guys with alittle quote from 'before sunset' kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If someone touches me, I think I'll just dissolve into molecules.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-109144155148730819?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/109144155148730819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=109144155148730819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/109144155148730819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/109144155148730819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/08/scrab.html' title='scrab'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-109118777174316118</id><published>2004-07-30T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T04:42:51.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>I just watched 'Big Fish' and in my opinion, I think its really terrific. I mean... I was almost in tears at some points. Yeah... I mean, no doubt its weird but I'm a real freak for weird stuff...Okay wait... not like weird stuff that's on the dark side and all... nice, pleasant weird stuff. Stuff that makes you smile or tear alittle...but not like freak you out or anything. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'll move on to tell you how my week has been. I have been trying to study. TRYING. but you know, everytime I get home from school, I'm just way too exhuasted to do anything.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I get home pretty late...like 5 or sometimes 6 and boy, I have plently of homework to keep me company! Plus, I actually do my accounts TYS which is really yucky. Funny. I don't do the homework Mr Koh sets for me because&amp;nbsp;I end up doing the stuff my mum gives me... and yeah. Haha. But I trust my mum, she's taught accounts longer than Mr Koh has. And like, back to the exhuasting bits... plus I need to keep fit. (honestly, sometimes Mdm rosenah is like, totally out of her mind... I'm tooooo tired to work out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... accounts. Mr Koh's really weird in class sometimes. He can go from being really really pissed and talking like a train to suddenly laughing at Sharon cause she's just so cute sometimes and sometimes he can be really dramatic...like when we were all so blur in class and he put his hand on his forehead and went 'oh despair!' like some guy in a shakespeare play. And then there are days when he changes octaves&amp;nbsp;or days when he's just really really loud or really soft. I mean, other teachers like Mr AnTony are really just loud all the time and really cynical all the time and well, basically, makes girls cry a lot of the time. Almost like Mr Peterson. They could have like a who-can-make-the most-girls-cry teacher award. I don't think Mr Koh's made anyone cry yet... well, maybe cry because some of them are so totally in love with him (if my sources are correct and not outdated that it haha). Haha... but I guess its okay, he's nice and like I could understand if girls have crushes on him and things... I mean, it'd be odd if those juniors had crushes on Mr AnTony. Nothing wrong... haha.. just a little out of the ordinary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhkay. Now that you've all heard my opinions on stuff... let me continue with my other opinions. Hahahaha. thought you could escape huh! Well kids, you are soooo totally wrong! sorry. don't know where that came from. okay so over the past month or so, I have bought/received a couple of CDs. Maroon 5 from bert which is totally incredible. 'She will be loved' is like one of my ultimate favorite songs. Its has a nice melody and everything... but I love the story behind it. According to Elly, its about this guy who's in love with a prostitute. I kinda feel for the song in a way... so its special. Its like 'Penny and me'... its gives me that tingly feeling when I hear it and I can't explain that feeling to anyone...so I found my special songs, have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough about music. Here's a lovely poem I read in a book called 'Dear Nobody'... I've had the book a pretty long time... found it in one of the shelves long long time ago and I've read it so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enwrought with golden and silver light,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The blue and the dim and the dark cloths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of night and light and the half-light,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would spread the cloths under your feet:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I, being poor, have only my dreams;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have spread my dreams under your feet;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm. can you hear it? Whenever I read a beautifully written piece of work, it feels like something special has entered my heart... and it just makes it beat ever quicker. 'Tread softly because you tread on my dreams' think about that. Makes a lot of sense once you understand it... funny how I didn't take lit. though I feel so much for poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just end here with a quote from the book 'Dear Nobody' again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Language is power, literature is love and poetry is food for the soul."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-109118777174316118?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/109118777174316118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=109118777174316118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/109118777174316118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/109118777174316118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/07/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-109058279634353206</id><published>2004-07-23T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T04:39:56.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>Hmmmph. I've been sick. ack.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sick... makes me so tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I stayed home today because... well, because I was sick. and I spent pretty much the entire day studying the theme of settlements for geography. yup, uh huh... finally woke up from my slumber. prelims are so close... kinda scary if you think abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything good today? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I actually managed to catch a glimpse of the morning sky when it isn't dark. hehe. yup, long time never see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is aching tho... dunno why. I fell asleep a couple of times while studying. Settlements isn't exactly the most interesting chapter in the book even though they place exclaimation marks here and there. Its like saying 'The table is brown!' wow. hmmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee is coming back! yeah. and umm... I finally found a box to put all my letters which ppl have given me over the years into. its just a plain old shoe box... well, two shoe boxes actually. couldnt fit all in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, me's gonna sign off now. cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-109058279634353206?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/109058279634353206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=109058279634353206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/109058279634353206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/109058279634353206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/07/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-109041581541274507</id><published>2004-07-21T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T06:16:55.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorriness</title><content type='html'>There's so much I have to say... but I don't know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I really need to apologize to my mum. I mean... gawd. sometimes I really take her for granted and I'm so selfish and I hardly ever consider her feelings. which I am so not proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it was okay for me to fail my O levels... I mean, I could do it again if I wanted to... or I could just go out and get a job. I dunno. I never really cared for it... for myself. But the way she said it was so sad... I dunno, I feel really guitly. Like I've let everyone down or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, she told me that I can do whatever I want but if I want any help, she and my dad and right behind me. Gawd, I mean. I just don't know why... I'm glad that she cares... but I dunno. When your parents come to the point that they stop pushing you to do stuff and telling you what's right... its just, like suddenly someone switched off the lights and you're all alone and lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom actually considered not letting me do the Os and wanted me to transfer to an international school, unfortunately, they only accept foreigners which is a real bummer. Anyways, I'll probably end up going to a prep school next year... if things go okay. If things go really well, then I'll go to JC or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I'll probably just go into there and do my best... not aiming for anything brilliant... just gonna do my best. gonna sign off here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Audrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-109041581541274507?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/109041581541274507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=109041581541274507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/109041581541274507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/109041581541274507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/07/sorriness.html' title='sorriness'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-109024488882135811</id><published>2004-07-19T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T06:48:08.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life's a bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Warning&lt;/strong&gt;: Mild vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life's a bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Here's the scoop on Scrabble.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a game by 3 points. How? I have to idea... some quirk of nature... some fiasco...(yup, stole that from dahling no. 1)&amp;nbsp; I totally screwed it up. I'm not proud of it, not&amp;nbsp;happy about&amp;nbsp;it and I like, duh, didn't wish it happened. But it did so I'm gonna just let it blow by and get on with my utterly miserable teenage life where I'm so sure everyone's out to get me. (which is so true)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Laura was the only one of us who won all 3 games. Fantastic. Congratulations Laura dear, 2nd place, &amp;nbsp;look forward to your wins again next year! Although, I don't know if I'll still be around to witness the spectacular event. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Scrabble isn't the only thing that's gone wrong. My grades suck. Yeah and if you think your grades stink, mine's worse... and I'm talking shit marks. And I have to deal with my parents and their relentless nagging that's driving me to the grave. Gawd, sometimes its like the world doesn't understand me and I'm like an alien or something. Alone. sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I'm so tired of being so optimistic. Being hopeful sucks. I mean, it really breaks us down sometimes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do an all round recap of what's been going on during my past year in sec 4. So many things have changed and I'm finding it really difficult to cope. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And ah, bloody hell. (&lt;em&gt;forgive my vulgarities, I learnt it from Mr AnTony&lt;/em&gt;) Its just such a shit year. Feel like taking it and tossing it into the toilet, flush it down and hope it never turns up at my doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I don't know what's wrong with me. I mean, I have all the knowledge in my head but when it comes to answering questions, I'm blank. Totally Blank. I guess sometimes I confuse some of my teachers coz they don't understand why, according to them,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;can bring forth a good argument in speech but fail to do so on paper. Why? I don't know.&amp;nbsp;I'm stumped on this one too.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I'm pretty much done here. Nothing else I have to bitch about. so ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-109024488882135811?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/109024488882135811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=109024488882135811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/109024488882135811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/109024488882135811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/07/lifes-bitch.html' title='life&apos;s a bitch'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108998690516012707</id><published>2004-07-16T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T07:08:25.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marty</title><content type='html'>I am so exhuasted ya know. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like soooo tired... bleagh. &lt;em&gt;What to do yeah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I actually went to bed at 9 and at about 9.30 Mr Koh called to tell me stuff about tmr's scrabble&amp;nbsp;competition and he asked if I was alseep and I was like 'No'..obviously&amp;nbsp; I was lying... I sounded sick over the phone... or that's what Bert said when I called him. Yeah, then I went back to bed and then 10 minutes later Mr Koh called again and I was all 'argh' but of course I didn't say it over the phone. Anyhows, let's recap on the day so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmmmmmmmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay. I don't really have much to say. All bad stuff so&amp;nbsp; I won't say much about it... let's think of some good stuff. Hmmm... Iris gave me chocolates... and well, it was nice.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Thanks Iris. and umm...&lt;/em&gt;hmmmm dunno. nothing to say really. Its Marty's last day here... and I'm so sad. I'll be seeing her tomorrow.. but I guss... I'm just still soooooo sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Marty!! Why you gotta leaaaaaveeeee meeee alllllll byyyy mmmyyselllff withhh theeee laddddyyy whoooo livvvveeess fooorrrevveeer?!! I'm gonna be drained dry!! I'm vulnerable now!! you won't be able to protect me now!! whhaaaaaa!! cries*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay. I's all done with my crying. bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108998690516012707?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108998690516012707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108998690516012707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108998690516012707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108998690516012707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/07/marty.html' title='Marty'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108946403989809000</id><published>2004-07-10T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T05:53:59.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guitar</title><content type='html'>Ah~~ Ive played so much guitar today that my finger skin is peeling off!! ahhhhh!! very pain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just wanted to say thanks to bert! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the sugar rolls and the maroon 5 CD!! hahaa thanks!! muachx! I love it but I love ya more! Hahahahaahah! Anyways, i wrote you another poem... a longer one this time. you'll get to read it tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108946403989809000?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108946403989809000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108946403989809000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108946403989809000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108946403989809000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/07/guitar.html' title='guitar'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108943655751074395</id><published>2004-07-09T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T22:15:57.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do</title><content type='html'>Okay, here's my to do list for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. English assignment&lt;br /&gt;2. CLB homework&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch the mother theresa show mum wanted me to watch&lt;br /&gt;4. do bio hw&lt;br /&gt;5. write something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I don't know if I left out anything... oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108943655751074395?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108943655751074395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108943655751074395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108943655751074395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108943655751074395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/07/things-to-do.html' title='things to do'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108936783717291179</id><published>2004-07-09T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T03:10:37.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad day</title><content type='html'>today actually started out as a pretty okay day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had PE today and I actually checked... since January, altogether, I've lost 4 kg! Wow. haha, i know compared to a lot of people who have been much more successful than I have, its not a lot, but it means something to me, sooo... haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had history... watch Hitler, the rise of evil. It was... ummm a really odd show. I don't know how many times I actually went, 'Ohhh sick!' and it wasn't even the holocaust part yet!! He was kissing his niece man!! yuck! then she killed herself...aiya... so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after that... was just plain classes all day... and then just before i left school, someone said something to me that made me feel rather down... i just... i dunno what to say. Im just so down about it... and then i went to watch 'super-sized' and im even more depressed now... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, gonna end here. vERY Sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108936783717291179?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108936783717291179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108936783717291179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108936783717291179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108936783717291179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/07/sad-day.html' title='sad day'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108929788690857120</id><published>2004-07-08T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T07:44:46.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bert</title><content type='html'>okay. this entry is going to be a little mushy. So if you can't take it... if sweet stuff makes you wanna puke, this is your final warning. &lt;strong&gt;YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ THIS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha no lah, &lt;em&gt;just kidding&lt;/em&gt;. i dont think i am THAT capable to writing MAJOR MUSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. Berty... well.. its funny to be writng about someone in your online diary thingie... and say all sorts of nice stuff about him...and like...let him read it. anyhow, let me say all the things i wanna say abt bert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh before that, let me quote a little something from daniel beddingfield yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'we'll make it through and I hope you are the one I share my life with'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bert is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetie&lt;br /&gt;funny&lt;br /&gt;nerdy&lt;br /&gt;goofy&lt;br /&gt;ruggy-lovey&lt;br /&gt;cutie&lt;br /&gt;whitey&lt;br /&gt;shortcakey&lt;br /&gt;coolie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im out of 'ie' sounding words... so you gotta forgive me yeah? hahhaha... i shan't go into any details for this one... i mean... for those of you who know me.. and know darling number 1 and darling number 2 and how much elaboration i have done on them all the time, i shall surprise you by boring you because im not going to say anything abt this except to tango and mel, you have a new step-dad! and he's real!! hahahhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, crap, forgot what i was gonna say!!!! whyyyy! oh. i got a new tagboard. duh. haha... im not very internet savvy so you gotta forgive me cause it took me a while to figure out how to operate the tag board. hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here's the mini poem thing i wrote for him:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Across the sky of blue&lt;br /&gt;I could sit on clouds and touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;But never without you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here's the poem bert wrote for me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were but a song in my head,&lt;br /&gt;drifting in and out.&lt;br /&gt;but now without a doubt,&lt;br /&gt;you have taken my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and turned it inside out.&lt;br /&gt;now i know its possible,&lt;br /&gt;we both can win.&lt;br /&gt;you've taken me to that place within.&lt;br /&gt;a place so pure, a place so true.&lt;br /&gt;and you know i'd do anything juz to spend that moment with you.&lt;br /&gt;that beautiful pause, a feeling so divine.&lt;br /&gt;i can finally say, i've made you mine.&lt;br /&gt;not juz to keep,&lt;br /&gt;for this moment in time. &lt;br /&gt;but to hold and to cherish this love sublime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OOhhhhh sooooo sweet. thanks so much... =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108929788690857120?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108929788690857120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108929788690857120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108929788690857120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108929788690857120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/07/bert.html' title='bert'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108900512769754134</id><published>2004-07-04T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T22:25:27.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>penny and me</title><content type='html'>Heya, its been a long, long time since I've written but I guess, maybe its time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a lovely weekend. I watched spiderman 2 on Thursday with my bro and Elly, it was not bad. It cheered me up from the terrible history paper which i ook in the morning. sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on to friday. I didn't go to school on friday so i had tuition in the morning. I like tuition, its fun. after that, went to bert's house and alex was there. We watched cheats, one of my most fave shows in the world! Bert discovered a guy in there who looks like lawrence and i tot he looked kinda like him too. After that, alex, bert and i walked to jeleta... alex was mad coz bert deleted her pics from his phone but she isn't mad anymore, so tts good =). Alex went home while we were walking to Jeleta and so bert and i went to jeleta on our own... we returned the videos which we rented and then while walking back, we saw mr bayliss. He said hi and then hurried off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i dont remember doing aything on saturday... except a little art and my mum and i discussed how we wanted to deco our new house... i want a hammock! but we havent anywhere to put it...aye. so mum and i went to ikea and we met the perfect couch for our home theatre system room and then we saw the perfect bed for me! i have to climb up tho..so tts quite a turn-off... but yeah it saves space, so i dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, Sunday. I brought bert to church on sunday and then we took a bus down to jeleta (seems to be our hang-out spot haha), he took a pic of me on the bus ride and we both agree it looked nice because he caught me off-guard. had brunch there and rented some videos... we went back to his place and then watched 'get over it' i dunno how many times ive seen it but i still love it. then we took a couple of pics on his phone again and a couple of videos which he refuses to delete (one of which was so embarrassing because he was trying to get me to cross my eyes). Then we talked abt a lot of other stuff... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then he came over and i offered him all kinds of chocolatey things to try and get him to put on more weight. And then he wore my PE tee and said it was comfortable but tight ard the arms haha. &lt;strong&gt;funny&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the song you like, bert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cigars in the summertime &lt;strong&gt;under the sky by the light &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can feel you read my mind &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes under the moon as it plays &lt;br /&gt;like music every line &lt;br /&gt;There's a &lt;strong&gt;rug with bleeding dye &lt;/strong&gt;under the fan in the room &lt;br /&gt;Where the &lt;strong&gt;passions burning high &lt;/strong&gt;by the chair &lt;br /&gt;with the leopard skin under the light &lt;br /&gt;It's always Penny and me tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plane step up with both my feet &lt;br /&gt;Riding in &lt;strong&gt;seat number 3 on a flight to NYC &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my bean in a coffee cup next to my seat &lt;br /&gt;Catch the view and another good book to read &lt;br /&gt;Sending me home on the friendly skies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missing her eyes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always Penny and me tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause Penny and me like to roll the windows down &lt;br /&gt;Turn the radio up, push the pedal to the ground &lt;br /&gt;And Penny and me like to&lt;strong&gt; gaze at starry skies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Close our eyes, pretend to fly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always Penny and me tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Staring at a million city lights &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's still Penny and I all alone beneath the sky &lt;br /&gt;Feel the wind brushing slowly by &lt;br /&gt;If I could soar I'd try to &lt;strong&gt;take these wings and fly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Away to where the leaves turn red &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter where I am instead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing along to feeling alright &lt;br /&gt;We'll make it by in the pink moonlight &lt;br /&gt;It's always Penny and me tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause Penny and me like to roll the windows down &lt;br /&gt;Turn the radio up, push the pedal to the ground &lt;br /&gt;And Penny and me like to &lt;strong&gt;gaze at starry skies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Close our eyes, pretend to fly &lt;br /&gt;close our eyes pretend to fly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always Penny and me tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny likes to get away and drown her pain in lemonade &lt;br /&gt;Penny &lt;strong&gt;dreams of rainy days &lt;/strong&gt;and nights up late by the fireplace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And aimless conversations about the better days &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing along to feeling alright, yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll make it by in the pink moonlight &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always Penny and me tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause Penny and me like to roll the windows down &lt;br /&gt;Turn the radio up, push the pedal to the ground &lt;br /&gt;And Penny and me like to &lt;strong&gt;gaze at starry skies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Close our eyes pretend to fly &lt;br /&gt;close our eyes pretend to fly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always Penny and me tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny and me tonight &lt;br /&gt;Penny and me tonight &lt;br /&gt;Penny and me tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108900512769754134?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108900512769754134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108900512769754134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108900512769754134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108900512769754134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/07/penny-and-me.html' title='penny and me'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108779667533667160</id><published>2004-06-20T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T22:44:35.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An apology to God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for &lt;strong&gt;cheating on You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;forgetting about You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;not thinking about You all the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;not admitting that You are mine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for being &lt;strong&gt;dishonest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;putting myself first&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;strong&gt;thinking my pain is much worse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,&lt;strong&gt; Yours is worse&lt;/strong&gt;, so much more worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;strong&gt; I forgot You died for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry &lt;strong&gt;I forgot You saved me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry i &lt;strong&gt;let my hurts consume me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry &lt;strong&gt;for not letting You hold me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for &lt;strong&gt;not loving &lt;/strong&gt;like I should&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;not talking to You &lt;/strong&gt;when I could&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry &lt;strong&gt;I doubt You would forgive me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry &lt;strong&gt;I forgot love is free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for &lt;strong&gt;using You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for &lt;strong&gt;lying to You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for &lt;strong&gt;hating You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry...&lt;strong&gt;so sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry &lt;strong&gt;for not apologizing for half my sins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgive me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Audrey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108779667533667160?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108779667533667160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108779667533667160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108779667533667160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108779667533667160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/06/apology-to-god-im-sorry-for-cheating.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108778646310144069</id><published>2004-06-20T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T19:54:23.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bilbo's song</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bilbo's song- J.R.R. Tolkien&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day is ended, dim my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;but journey long before me lies.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, friends! I hear the call.&lt;br /&gt;The ship's beside the stony wall.&lt;br /&gt;Foam is white and waves are grey;&lt;br /&gt;beyond the sunset leads my way.&lt;br /&gt;Foam is salt, the wind is free;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the rising of the Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, friends! The sails are set,&lt;br /&gt;the wind is east, the moorings fret.&lt;br /&gt;Shadows long before me lie,&lt;br /&gt;beneath the ever-bending sky,&lt;br /&gt;but islands lie behind the Sun&lt;br /&gt;that I shall raise ere all is done;&lt;br /&gt;lands there are to west of West,&lt;br /&gt;where night is quiet and sleep is rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guided by the Lonely Star,&lt;br /&gt;beyond the utmost harbour-bar,&lt;br /&gt;I'll find the heavens fair and free,&lt;br /&gt;and beaches of the Starlit Sea.&lt;br /&gt;Ship, my ship! I seek the West,&lt;br /&gt;and fields and mountains ever blest.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell to Middle-earth at last.&lt;br /&gt;I see the Star above my mast!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at borders yesterday when I read that. It was so beautiful and I didn't want it to end. The picture of the Hobbits by the harbor stirred up such a horribly sad feeling in me. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm exhuasted and I can't go on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I want to stay in bed and pretend I'm still asleep so I won't have to face the fact that I'm still alive... still breathing and just waiting for my time to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of waiting... waiting for so many things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to wait anymore... I'm tired of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;I'll move on and I won't care about anything that I believe was meant to be. I won't care that I have been looking all my life for someone like you and now I'm just going to let you go... let the feeling be erased because maybe I knew all along that perfection was not meant for a world like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So baby, maybe you can feel what I mean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get away. away from life and away from it all. Coz I'm tired of pretending that I'm pleased with everything. I'm not happy and I don't feel like I can take another step in the crazy world or I might just collapse on the ground and not ever get up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108778646310144069?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108778646310144069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108778646310144069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108778646310144069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108778646310144069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/06/bilbos-song.html' title='bilbo&apos;s song'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108746614121155069</id><published>2004-06-17T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T02:55:41.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brian</title><content type='html'>Today. I feel quite cheered up. Why you ask? Why am I sad? Well, as I told vicki, I had a little problem with say... my extremely &lt;em&gt;fucked up &lt;/em&gt;love life. It consists of guys I like who either die, leave or are already married. Sucks? You bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks to vicki and her listening ear &lt;em&gt;(yes, thank you vicki, I love ya&lt;/em&gt;!) I am feeling better. A lot better, in fact... i could break out into a little song and a little dance. &lt;em&gt;But I won't&lt;/em&gt; ;P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that made me feel good about myself...well another person I mean... is Brian. Yeah, Brian... if you're gonna read this. &lt;em&gt;Thanks&lt;/em&gt;. You unknowingly (or maybe you're my angel and you did it purposefully) made me feel like I'm needed =)... yeah... here's the little thingie you wrote, i didnt wanna edit it coz its ur work... I said I wanted to put it on my blog so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when i'm at the guitar, i'm lost in space. &lt;br /&gt;the world is a dying place. &lt;br /&gt;i'm the only one risen above. &lt;br /&gt;the world is drowning in the storm, &lt;br /&gt;and waves crash against it's surface. &lt;br /&gt;i am lifted high up on angel's wings. &lt;br /&gt;the huge storm sends lightning through space, &lt;br /&gt;but they can't harm me. &lt;br /&gt;I am invincible when the guitar is in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;What i want to say, is what the guitar plays&lt;br /&gt;.the speakers are in my mouth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108746614121155069?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108746614121155069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108746614121155069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108746614121155069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108746614121155069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/06/brian.html' title='brian'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108686430633066536</id><published>2004-06-10T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T03:45:06.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the days just keep getting longer</title><content type='html'>The days just seem to keep on getting longer for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another full day... yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out with Accounts.. am proud to say that I can at least remember what Mr Koh taught so.. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was okay I guess. Mmm. I didn't do my homework so I'm not exactly proud of that, even though she didnt ask us to hand it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then  it was a measly half hour break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was next. 2 and a half hours and mr Anthony had to ask me the first question and he said if I couldn't answer it, he would throw his shoe at me. I wanted to ask if I could keep the shoe after he threw it at me... it would have been a laugh. ANyways, Kelly helped me out with this one so...Thanks Kelso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I had no lunch... ack. But I did my oral. Which was okay... I guess.. the question was 'an embarrassing incident' haha..no problem! I have so many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to quickly go to the art room to see the art teacher and then had scrabble with my scrabble buddies..aka ultimate geek club. (as called by Ms Kang)Scrabble wasnt so fun today... I was so tired I couldnt even think straight... and I was laughing for no reason and Mr Koh was kinda annoyed and he said I was playing terribly today... I am so ashamed. My scrabble esteem is so low now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. After scrabble, Mr Koh treated Rebecca and I to NYDC. Ms Kang drove us in her yellow car! I like orange but yellow's cool too. We saw Benita and she was so surprised to see us..at first she was 'HEY AUDREY!' (easy to spot me in my polka dots)and then..'oh its mr koh!' But yeah... I had a mushroom madness pizza..and becca had a piggly wiggly. then ms kang said that she might be eating one of her relatives... and then mr koh said that she was eating the person beside him (which was ms kang) and then ms kang was like 'Are you calling rebecca a pig?' and then he went 'nooo she's sitting across me! you're sitting next to me!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were eating, Mr Koh started reading a FHM magazine which he said is really educational. He said they had facts about ostriches inside. But yeah. Corrupting our innocent minds..hoho. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... here i am now... exhuasted from the day's activities. Ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108686430633066536?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108686430633066536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108686430633066536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108686430633066536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108686430633066536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/06/days-just-keep-getting-longer.html' title='the days just keep getting longer'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108660628917642627</id><published>2004-06-07T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T04:04:49.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scrabble weekend</title><content type='html'>Its been a real scrabble-tastic weekend... well not really fantastic. I'd dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (sunday) was our scrabble open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results: Rebecca 12th&lt;br /&gt;         Audrey 13th (me)&lt;br /&gt;         Laura 18th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura was supposed to get 4th but what a shame, she lost one game. Don't worry Laura! There's always the nationals (which you HAVE TO JOIN).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Koh was being irritating and on purpose too! First, he announced for the whole hall to hear, 'Laura! Stop dreaming! Table 8!' Gosh and then he made an announcement for Rebecca, Laura and I to go to the front of the hall just so he could borrow a calculator, which in the end, didn't need it! But other than that, the day was pretty okay. Had dinner with Rebecca at Clementi which was pretty much just cheese fries and a drink. Mmmm... love cheese. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Well today was another full day for me. Or is going to be because the day isn't exactly over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, started the day off with waking up.  I had a hard time getting up because of yesterday but I managed to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounts was my first period and Mr Koh was late. I called him and asked him where he was at about 8.30 and he was like 'What do you mean?' and I was 'well, a/c was supposed to be at 8.00 and its 8.30 now.' Turns out his timetable said it was supposed to be 9.00 so..ah wells, can't blame him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to the library to do my maths tuition homework. I'm still not done but at least I did do like... a couple of questions. I'm such a procastinater. (is that how its spelt? I can't recall.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another hour of accounts (yeah, wow. I keep having to see Mr Koh. I see him more often than my own parents which is really freaky) and then it was social studies. Wow, social studies was not at all fun. Mr Lee left us to do our own work for an hour. SBQs... when he came back, we hadn't finished and he was really mad. No, not mad. Disappointed. Honestly, I feel really bad even though I really did try to do my work but it was so noisy that I couldn't even hear my own thoughts. He always gets to me everytime he's so emotional like that. Thank goodness he isn't my permenant SS teacher or I'll just die man. At least Mr Anthony isn't so... so... at least he doesn't play with our feelings and make us feel so bad for not being good girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, had scrabble practice after that. Was really fun. Hsiu Hien wanted to bring us ice cream but Mr Koh said 'no' and we were or at least I was kinda disappointed. Then he said at least we were being sensible because we said that it should be okay to eat in the IRT room since no one knows we're eating there. Hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First game I played was with Hsiu Hien but I think it was more like him playing by himself because I couldn't really put down anything good, plus he kept talking and talking and maybe I was just being very bad company but yeah, he was talking a lot but I didn't mind because I like listening to his accent. He came up with all these bombastic words that I wouldn't have been able to remember even if I tried. Needless to say, I lost. He had 500++ and I 400+. But oh wells, he's like Scrabble master so...hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone else left, Mr Koh, Elizabeth (Mr Koh's friend), Laura, Becca and I played doubles. There's five of us so technically its not really doubles but anyways. Mr Koh and I were on the same team and Elizabeth and Becca and Laura were in the same team. Mr Koh and I had a little bit of advantage at first because he had taught me a couple of the doubles codes. However, Elizabeth kept blurting out stuff to help Laura and Becca. It was really fun! Liz kept blocking Mr Koh's Bingos or we could have won the first round but we won the second so its good. I think there was one part of the game when Mr Koh was trying to show me a code but because Liz knew the codes too, he was like 'stop looking' and then he couldn't show me but I guessed what it was and was all 'oohhhhhh' and becca was like 'how to you know what it is?' and i think he said we were 'telephatic' and I was..'yeah, its like we share the same brain.' Everyone thought that was really freaky because... i mean, whose brain are we sharing. Obviously not mine! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, gotta go for tuition now, bye! wish us luck for the scrabble nationals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108660628917642627?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108660628917642627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108660628917642627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108660628917642627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108660628917642627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/06/scrabble-weekend.html' title='scrabble weekend'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108640854638152516</id><published>2004-06-04T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T21:09:06.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>past week</title><content type='html'>Been pretty busy these past few days... plus when I wanted to update this blog, they didn't let me log in so... yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm just gonna bore you guys with alittle bit of what's been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will back track now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday which was...friday. Yup. Had a full day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school in the morning which was okay because Mr Anthony was telling us about how our parents and him pay so much tax and the govt uses it for foreigners. I mean... it was practially a 'vent you anger' session with your social studies class but I guess I do see his point. And well, yeah... it was interesting to hear about it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I went to Mac with Kelly and Fel Lim and it was Kelly's first time trying a egg McMuffin. Whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that,  I went to the dentist and yeah! My treatment is over but I still gotta decide if I wanna remove my wisdom teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows... went to FOP and realized that I'm not much of a concert person. I mean... i know it isn't a concert but I thought it was okay... I didn't cry or anything. It was just okay. I'm more of a... less loud music, more sermon person I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thursday. Mmmmm. Thursday was uneventful, I don't even remember what happened so I'll skip thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed was boring too... I watched Gattaca and it was a good show. Yay for Ethan Hawke! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. Well, Tuesday was slightly interesting. A certain teacher who's name I shall not mention made me kinda (wait... I'm being interrupted by my mum whose being really annoying with her yelling and stuff. gahh.) okay back here. yes where was I? Okay teacher-whose-name-i-shall-fail-to-mention made me mad because she scolded me for not tucking in my PE Tee and for wearing track shoes. I'm okay with her scolding me for my shirt but the shoes. Oh please, they aren't track shoes and last time I checked, they're allowed. Next time you wanna get someone, make sure you're right or you'll just completely embarrass yourself. What a wanker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. so had 4 hours of scrabble training on tuesday and we played grabble and duplicate which we really didn't want to at first.. bt after playing 4 games of scrabble, I think I was ready to play anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I have to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*write the Kelly story.&lt;br /&gt;*maths tuition homework&lt;br /&gt;*school maths hw&lt;br /&gt;*english stuff&lt;br /&gt;*clb hw&lt;br /&gt;*scrabble comp tmr&lt;br /&gt;*art hw&lt;br /&gt;*watch troy&lt;br /&gt;*watch a lot of other shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think I'm short of a lot of other stuff but gonna go now. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108640854638152516?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108640854638152516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108640854638152516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108640854638152516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108640854638152516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/06/past-week.html' title='past week'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108600064834607517</id><published>2004-05-31T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T06:51:53.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cougher</title><content type='html'>still coughing. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, Just watched Italian Job with Rebbeca. Was really cool! All those minis and chasing around..alittle confusing but yeah, &lt;em&gt;I liked it&lt;/em&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I gotta return it to Video Easy tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths tuition went well. Mrs Ong was so proud of me for doing all my homework. My reward for that... &lt;strong&gt;even more homework&lt;/strong&gt;! think she gave me 42 questions. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum got more stuff for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pens... pens...yup. 48 different colored pens... &lt;em&gt;sparkling...pastel...glittery.. metallic&lt;/em&gt;... you name it. mmmmm... she got me batteries too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I asked her for some cash to get my bracelet engraved and she gave me the money... in addition, she gave me extra cash just because it was the holidays. wowee! &lt;strong&gt;Love ya Mumster.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... Shrek 2 was great. &lt;strong&gt;Definitely a 2 thumbs up!&lt;/strong&gt; Yup! Haha. I love Antonio Bandaras. He's so funny... in his own little weird ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl and I walked from taka to cine to heeren to cine to heeren and then to cine...all in the time frame of abt less than 2 hours. Haha. We took a neoprint... and I bought a new cap. A blue nike one. mmmmm. she says I look really sporty in it... must be the tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells, there's school tmr and I haven't done Mdm Suhana's English homework. &lt;em&gt;Yikes! &lt;/em&gt;I'm so exhausted that I don't remember what the interview should be like. =S.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to rmb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Maths tuition on saturday morning 8.00am&lt;br /&gt;*go to school in the morning. class starts at 9.&lt;br /&gt;*there is scrabble @ 1.30 @ ITR room&lt;br /&gt;*return the VCD.&lt;br /&gt;*please breathe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scrabble Open is this Sunday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish us all the best! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108600064834607517?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108600064834607517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108600064834607517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108600064834607517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108600064834607517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/05/cougher.html' title='cougher'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108597043827541089</id><published>2004-05-30T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T19:27:18.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cough cough cough</title><content type='html'>Cough sneeze cough sneeze cough! Yirrrchhh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I's really sick. Mum says to drink cranberry juice but I's coughin' cos' its real cold and all. Anyways, don't really like to drink so much cranberry juice... after a bit of it, it starts to taste kinda like wine... which I don't really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm done with my maths tuition homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intinery for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*meet Cheryl @ taka @ 11.30&lt;br /&gt;*Watch shrek 2 12.30&lt;br /&gt;*get my tiff &amp; co. bracelet engraved&lt;br /&gt;*have maths tuition 4.00&lt;br /&gt;*watch italian job with rebecca @ 7.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. what a fulfilling day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don;t understand why I can't seem to work on Sundays and Saturdays... its like my body has set a time just for weekdays only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108597043827541089?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108597043827541089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108597043827541089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108597043827541089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108597043827541089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/05/cough-cough-cough.html' title='Cough cough cough'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108592451254586996</id><published>2004-05-30T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T06:41:52.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye doggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ahh! Just found out my maid sent my stuffed puppy off to Philipines! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooo!! I just found him again!! We were just reunited!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember my stuffed pup. I got him in Texas, Dallas when I was seven years old!! He was my favourite stuffed animal and I remember when my mum bought it for me at the coffee house where I had my first taste of REAL hot chocolate (not milo!) with cream!! and the cream came in a separate container!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always had that smell... wasn't quite sure what the smell was but I know now. He smelt of America...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember him sitting with me on that stupid 19 hr trip back to Singapore from Florida! With everyone else sleeping and nobody to keep me company. I remember sitting by the window and hoping he'd turn into a little prince just to sit by me even if he couldn't say anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I lost you and 9 years later you appeared out of the stupid storeroom! And now I lost you again and this time for real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;cries*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you puppy!! And you didn't even have a name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you'll be going on to the Philipines now. Say hello to the people there for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday you'll find your way back to Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108592451254586996?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108592451254586996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108592451254586996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108592451254586996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108592451254586996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/05/bye-bye-doggie.html' title='Bye bye doggie'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108592287675715013</id><published>2004-05-30T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T06:14:36.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new bag</title><content type='html'>Wowwee! My mummy bought me a new crumpler bag!! =) (&lt;em&gt;and a pair of nike and adidas socks&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Mum! Love ya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of kisses to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muach!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108592287675715013?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108592287675715013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108592287675715013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108592287675715013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108592287675715013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/05/new-bag.html' title='new bag'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108590652952536393</id><published>2004-05-30T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T01:43:13.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rains&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ut&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ight in&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xtreme&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ead-ness&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's zilche on TV!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHERE'S ALL THE GOOD PROGRAMMES&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helllppp!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in &lt;em&gt;deep doo doo&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep deep &lt;strong&gt;doo doo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really slack. &lt;br /&gt;A real &lt;strong&gt;Slackaholic&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;strong&gt;sigh&lt;/strong&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all ye taking the Mother tongue O's tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;You won't read this.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But good luck ladies.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;em&gt;Auddrey&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodnight&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;strong&gt;for all you punks out there&lt;/strong&gt;---------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine &lt;br /&gt;shaking their bits to the hits, &lt;br /&gt;Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dad's suits you hide &lt;br /&gt;staining his name again, &lt;br /&gt;Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue &lt;br /&gt;lost it to Bostik, yeah, &lt;br /&gt;Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time to kill &lt;br /&gt;get into bands and gangs,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't think about it, &lt;br /&gt;You don't do without it, &lt;br /&gt;because you're beautiful, &lt;br /&gt;And if your baby's going crazy &lt;br /&gt;that's how you made me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suede. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________THIS ONE'S FOR YOU______ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108590652952536393?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108590652952536393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108590652952536393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108590652952536393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108590652952536393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/05/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108589208916680431</id><published>2004-05-29T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T21:41:29.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! New Blogskin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Things to do&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Math Tuition Homework&lt;br /&gt;2) English Essay&lt;br /&gt;3) Script writing thing&lt;br /&gt;4) Petathon interview&lt;br /&gt;5) Study Bio (&lt;em&gt;yuck&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;6) clb homework&lt;br /&gt;7) Art (I &lt;em&gt;always have art ahh&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please remember the bio practical on the 3rd of June.&lt;/strong&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's the topics&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Diffusion and Osmosis&lt;br /&gt;*Nutrition and digestion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108589208916680431?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108589208916680431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108589208916680431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108589208916680431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108589208916680431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/05/yay-new-blogskin.html' title='Yay! New Blogskin.'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108582974929434578</id><published>2004-05-29T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T04:22:29.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ACCCIDENTALLY!                           ...in love</title><content type='html'>Gosh this is such a cute song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accidentally in love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;counting crows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she said &lt;strong&gt;what's the problem baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the problem &lt;strong&gt;I don't know &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;strong&gt;maybe I'm in love &lt;/strong&gt;(love) &lt;br /&gt;Think about it every time&lt;br /&gt;I think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't stop&lt;/strong&gt; thinking 'bout it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much longer will it take to cure this&lt;br /&gt;Just to cure it cause I &lt;strong&gt;can't ignore it&lt;/strong&gt; if it's love (love) &lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I&lt;strong&gt; don't know nothing 'bout love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on &lt;br /&gt;Turn a little faster&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on &lt;br /&gt;The world will follow after&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on &lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody's after love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said I'm a snowball running &lt;br /&gt;Running down into the spring that's coming all this love &lt;br /&gt;Melting under blue skies &lt;br /&gt;Belting out sunlight &lt;br /&gt;Shimmering love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well baby &lt;strong&gt;I surrender &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the strawberry ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never ever end of all this love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't mean to do it &lt;br /&gt;But there's no escaping your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These lines of lightning &lt;br /&gt;Means we're never alone&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;Never alone, no, no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on&lt;br /&gt;Move a little closer &lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to hear you whisper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on &lt;br /&gt;Settle down inside my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on &lt;br /&gt;Jump a little higher&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;If you feel a little lighter&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were once&lt;br /&gt;Upon a time in love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're accidentally in love &lt;br /&gt;Accidentally in love [x7]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accidentally&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm In Love, I'm in Love, &lt;br /&gt;I'm in Love, I'm in Love, &lt;br /&gt;I'm in Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Spin a little tighter&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on &lt;br /&gt;And the world's a little brighter&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on &lt;br /&gt;Just get yourself inside her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love ...I'm in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108582974929434578?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108582974929434578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108582974929434578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108582974929434578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108582974929434578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/05/acccidentally-in-love.html' title='ACCCIDENTALLY!                           ...in love'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7147373.post-108582728359884547</id><published>2004-05-29T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T03:41:23.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Days</title><content type='html'>Its been a really lazy couple of days for me lately. Everyone else has to study for the Chinese Os and that isn't necessarily a good thing (the fact that I don't have to study). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody has the time to hang with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end up wasting away my 'chinese intensive period'... well, not mine exactly, it belongs to those taking mother tongue. I end up playing Scrabble with Mr Koh in the library and as usual, I have to raise the white flag for every game. *sad face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'd have to say that I learnt a number of cool stuff. Like, he showed me a picture of this pink and whitish pretty little thing and asked me what it was so I said, 'Flower' and he told me it was a snail. Man, such a pretty little thing, a snail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson number one: Snails can sometimes be pretty. (oh man, an image of a snail with red smuckering lips and batting eyelashes just flash across my mind! ahhh! need to stop drinking caffeine!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of caffeine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that there's coffee made out of dandelion? mmm love dandelions and you won't get them trembles from it coz there ain't no caffeine in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, another few lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a couple of new words like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peonies&lt;br /&gt;-Ayin (not sure what that means)&lt;br /&gt;-Ebon (yeah, didn't know it came from the word ebony)&lt;br /&gt; There are a few more words, tho I can't recall at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson number Two: Audrey does not have a very big vocabulary span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I learnt what playing Scrabble doubles is... its really cool. Mr Koh taught me a couple of moves he and his partner (its supposed to be Han Yee or something..at first I thought He said 'Honey') It actually funny. I wanna play scrabble doubles sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson number three: If you play scrabble (like me! raises hand and waves it about uncontrollably), you're cool and nerdy at the same time. (Yes, its possible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, this really annoying girl came to our table in the library while Mr Koh, Rebecca, Laura and I were playing scrabble. I shan't mention her name because even annoying people deserve some..protection..yes, yes, right, right Audrey, get on with it! Bleagh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, us girls were on one team and Kohster was by himself, for obvious reasons. She came, she annoyed, insisted that she played! Mr Koh told her she could play the next game (Clever pig! He told me that it was his last game before she came!! So we would be left with her!) she annoyed us until I was on the table, screaming and crying and laughing and what a racket! (not a good thing coz we were in the library)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She kept insisting on helping us... we told her to help Mr Koh since there were 3 of us and one of him so it'll even out but she still insisted on helping us. And man was she like sooooo rude, she called me stupid for not seeing a word. Then I told her there was no such word as 'AP' and how dare she call me stupid since I was a year her senior.  Anyways, she finally went away to my relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll end here. Need to have dinner! MMMMMM POTATO AND SAUSAGES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7147373-108582728359884547?l=autumninmyroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/feeds/108582728359884547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7147373&amp;postID=108582728359884547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108582728359884547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7147373/posts/default/108582728359884547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumninmyroom.blogspot.com/2004/05/lazy-days.html' title='Lazy Days'/><author><name>Stargazer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04096099456718070312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
