<?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-6396074</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:48:03.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*--nobodys`angell*--)</title><subtitle type='html'>...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107924222451266922</id><published>2004-03-13T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T21:33:37.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm on the fence at the moment, should I still continue with blogspot, or do I move to &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/whythehesitation"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;this one&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107924222451266922?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107924222451266922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107924222451266922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107924222451266922' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107909203923442236</id><published>2004-03-12T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T22:37:12.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another temp layout...temp temp TEMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Wee's not teaching us anymore. Boo. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the B div Tennis girls came in first place again'st RGS for the finals. *beam*&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon the C div and B div Netball girls came in first place against Rivervally for the finals too. *beam* *beam*&lt;br /&gt;... Isn't God just &lt;i&gt;great?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents took my term results amazingly well. Phew. I thought they were gonna like, ground me for the rest of my life or something. I remember once my mom telling me that if I pray before something I'm really nervous about and ask him to help me out, things wouldn't go that bad. Well I remembered what my mom told me and I prayed about it. And whee, it worked. Haha. Well, while I was praying, this song got into my head. Which might I add, I haven't sung since kindergarten. It goes like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I cast all my cares upon You.&lt;br /&gt;I lay all of my burdens&lt;br /&gt;down at Your feet.&lt;br /&gt;And anytime,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;what to do,&lt;br /&gt;I will cast, all my cares&lt;br /&gt;upon You&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I was gonna upload pictures right? But I've only uploaded half. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it when you think you're so great just because your sec-- and we're sec one.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it when you think we suck but we don't.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it when you swear and curse and say that we're taking up your space.&lt;br /&gt;Well if you've noticed, you're not exactly the best person in the world either.&lt;br /&gt;You think we don't notice what you're saying or doing but we do notice and we do have ears.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if you're doing all this on purpose or unintentionally.&lt;br /&gt;For your information, not all sec ones are f*cked up.&lt;br /&gt;Not all sec ones are annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't care what other people think of you.&lt;br /&gt;But some people do care about what you think of them.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just the few of us, I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not just you,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's your bunch of friends who think they're so great.&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I don't really care if you think you're extremely great. I really don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107909203923442236?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107909203923442236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107909203923442236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107909203923442236' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107874863596612138</id><published>2004-03-08T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T16:15:41.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bleaugh. I don't know the stupid code to make my blog thing bigger so I can't do it. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoutout to&lt;br /&gt;genia- Thank you thank you sososo much for letting me disturb you. Thank you for bothering to talk to a whiney girl like me. Thank you for being free at the moment when I needed somebody to talk to the most. *squeeze* I love you sososo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...For one thing he's...I know, he's...well I'm sure there's &lt;u&gt;something&lt;/u&gt; good about Lucifer..."&lt;br /&gt;--Cinderella&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107874863596612138?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107874863596612138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107874863596612138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107874863596612138' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107866395691324390</id><published>2004-03-07T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T05:34:10.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;a href="http://heartbrokenlullaby.blogspot.com"&gt;sorry&lt;/a&gt; if I was being a total biatch this morning. I really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107866395691324390?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107866395691324390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107866395691324390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107866395691324390' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107866379085778199</id><published>2004-03-07T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T04:52:54.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw this really really nice shirt at Guess but it's $99.90 or something like that. &lt;b&gt;Zonk&lt;/b&gt;. Then I saw this other really really nice shirt at Mango which probably cost like, 70 bucks cheaper. Haha. I'm gonna go ask my mom to bring me shopping so I can buy that prettiful shirt. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107866379085778199?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107866379085778199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107866379085778199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107866379085778199' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107870982992307805</id><published>2004-03-07T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T17:40:14.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going for GEMs!!! Oh my goodness I'm so excited. I can't wait to see what gift God has given me. Wheee. Excited *beam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. In school now. My fingers are freezing. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107870982992307805?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107870982992307805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107870982992307805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107870982992307805' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107866346452876700</id><published>2004-03-07T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T04:47:28.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MG won!!! MG won!!! Happy happy happy! At first I thought things weren't gonna be too good cos at the end bit Trudy fell down from extension. But still, who cares? MG won!!! All glory goes to God huh? It was Him who made it possible, Him who let them get this far. After finding out that MG won, I started to realise. He showed me how great He is. Time and time again, some miracle would happen. Because He made it possible. He made it this way, so that we could give him the &lt;b&gt;greatest&lt;/b&gt; glory. And we will, and we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my results. I told myself that I would give him the greatest glory no matter what. So I'm thankful that I actually got a few a1s and passed 99 percent of my subjects even though I flunked my history so bad. Although the wake up call he gave me to stop slacking was rather depressing, I'm thankful cos I know He's watching over me. I'm thankful for the friends that I have, I'm thankful for a great school, I'm thankful for a loving family. He's the cause of everything that's happening in my life. And I thank him for that. I want to give my everything to you. My happiness, sadness, good times, bad times. My emotions, my problems. Everything. Cos you're my heavenly father who takes my burdens and whatever problems I have. It's amazing how you actually watch over me 24/7. It's amazing how you never fail to prevent me from falling. It's amazing how you can watch over every person on this earth and love us all the same. It's amazing how you can forgive my horrible, horrible sins. You're the greatest, you know that? You really are. You were the one who shaped me and moulded me into who I am today and I just wanna thank you for your everlasting love. I wanna tell you that I love you. I love you alot. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107866346452876700?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107866346452876700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107866346452876700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107866346452876700' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107858062980022326</id><published>2004-03-06T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T05:46:52.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imagestation is screwed at the moment. I can't seem to upload properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna go on hiatus again. My layout is ugly. Very ugly. Especially since the picture's outta place. And I can't fix that cos I suck at html. It's really really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like reading blogs like &lt;a href="http://moon-rhymes.org"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;. They make me all happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking if I should just stop blogging. Or maybe, like I said, hiatus. Just that maybe my hiatus might be for a few months. Haha. I don't know. Oh well. Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107858062980022326?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107858062980022326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107858062980022326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107858062980022326' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107855095860123812</id><published>2004-03-05T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T21:33:21.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout. No, actually it's just temporary. Since so many people are rushing me, I just got some crap picture and put it as my background. It's temporary, ok? &lt;b&gt;Temporary&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm uploading the pictures from the party last night. It was fun. Haha. But fortunately, all I got was flour all over me. None of that icky stuff. Unlike &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/hazel_gurl"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://nobodys-girl.blogspot.com"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody going for the cheerobics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping yesterday with &lt;a href="http://nobodys-girl.blogspot.com"&gt;Bev&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://controversial-lastkiss.blogspot.com"&gt;Becs&lt;/a&gt;. Oh, the joy of being able to buy stuff. Haha. Although it wasn't much since we were rushing and the driver was on his way. Oh well, it's still shopping isn't it? Haha. I feel like piercing another two holes. But never the cartaledge[sp?]. It looks scary. I've wanted two more holes ever since last year. Well at least ever since I saw  &lt;a href="http://heartbrokenlullaby.blogspot.com"&gt;Kerry's&lt;/a&gt;. And I have been asking my mom and she keeps saying yes but she needs to ask my dad but she never seems to remember to. *Pulls hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I pepper went up my nose or something. I keep sneezing. &lt;br /&gt;Ciao`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107855095860123812?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107855095860123812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107855095860123812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107855095860123812' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107797789884797718</id><published>2004-02-28T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T23:28:51.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;a href="http://ch0c0lat3.diaryland.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;finally&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gotten my &lt;a href="http://stacieorrico.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;CD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; back. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised how much Courtney Love changed after I saw her music video for Mono. Yeah whatever, I know I'm &lt;i&gt;slow&lt;/i&gt;. Haha. But really. Practically a few years ago she was really really pretty. And now...now... eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little brothers are annoying, aren't they? I used to think my brother was the type who would always listen to me. Haha. &lt;i&gt;Wrong&lt;/i&gt;. Most parents always say that their child's reached their 'terrible two' stage. I think my brother's reached his 'terrible eight' stage, if there actually is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Pastor Bee was talking about evangelism and stuff. And I feel really horrible. I mean, after the whole Cambodian mission trip thing I did change, spiritually. But just &lt;i&gt;abit&lt;/i&gt;. I went out to another country to spread the word and stuff. And it isn't that difficult. But I've got people around me, my &lt;i&gt;friends&lt;/i&gt; and I don't even bother telling them about God. Inviting them to church. Sometimes I don't even pray for them. I'm so disappointed in myself. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the music video for Incubus's Melonomaniac (that's what it's called, right?) rather freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why the hesitation When God is ever waiting&lt;br /&gt;Gotta' stop procrastinating;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel me&lt;br /&gt;Why the hesitation;&lt;br /&gt;You can pick your destination&lt;br /&gt;And the risk is so worth taking;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107797789884797718?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107797789884797718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107797789884797718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107797789884797718' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107804093728174646</id><published>2004-02-28T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T23:51:51.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Cos I said I was gonna do the layout right? Well I am. Really. I am. Just that... I haven't finished understanding the whole html crap. Fine fine. LAUGH. Whateverr. Well I have done the picture. Thanks to psp and photoshop. But but but..... ahhhhhhhhhhhh. It brings my pleased-ness down when I remember that I have to do something about the html. Phooey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107804093728174646?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107804093728174646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107804093728174646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107804093728174646' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107788825855111086</id><published>2004-02-27T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T05:47:39.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I seriously have to stop using the computer too much. You can expect my blog to be dull when the bills come in cos once my dad finds out how much I'm using the com, it's bye-bye blogging. I've been calculating, and I probably spend 10 hours on the com &lt;i&gt;a week&lt;/i&gt;. I really need to overcome this whole 'addicted to the computer' thing. Cos the bills aren't only gonna be sky high, but I'm not doing well in my studies too. Sigh, who's the only one who can help me now? Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really scared. I'm getting that progress report thingy-ma-jig next week(I think). And I really &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; hope I don't fail. I don't want my parents going down to school and having then talkto my teachers. I just can't let it happen. Can't can't can't. And unfortunately, I have no other thing to pull my grades up right now. So I'm just depending on God. Sighh. Why do I feel so worried? Shouldn't I have faith in Him? Shouldn't I trust him? Maybe what I'm gonna get was made to be that way. I don't know. I really don't. I know that right now everything is in his hands but I can't help but feel worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like I said. No more computer (well, at least not &lt;i&gt;that much&lt;/i&gt;) for me. If I do, slap me. Ok I'm kidding, really, I am!!! Just remind me or something. K? Thanks. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107788825855111086?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107788825855111086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107788825855111086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107788825855111086' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107787316984797838</id><published>2004-02-27T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T02:19:50.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helloooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that that Jon Lo calls &lt;a href="http://abandonme-.cjb.net"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;Sheryl&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; alot and according to her, he always craps and it's really annoying. Haha. Everybody, all together now, &lt;b&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art was really funny today. Cos when Mrs Chan was mixing the colours, &lt;a href="http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;Bev&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I were just like "Ok everybody, 1,2,3...&lt;u&gt;ooooooooh&lt;/u&gt;." Haha. It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking to the bridge with some of the crossies after school and this black car passed by us, and apparently, it was Bethel's (is that her name?) car and her brother's head popped out and he was just like "Hi Bethel!!! I love you!!!" *waves frantically*. I was just like. Oh my goodness! You're brother's soo sweet! Haha. He really was. It was really really cute. Sometimes I wish my sister/brother would do that. I dunno, maybe they show their love in a different way *snigger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had that mass run today. You guys did good. Although during the last part of the run we got seperated cos half of us had overtaken 1d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I found my plug *beams*. So you guys can go check &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imagestation.com/members/walkaway"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;them&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; out. &lt;a href="http://knottsandcrosses.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;Yes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://controversial-lastkiss.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;yes,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they are those long awaited pictures, although I'm sorry I had to delete the &lt;i&gt;*ahem*&lt;/i&gt; ones cos my dad wanted to borrow my camera to take pictures of my sister's birthday. Soso sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107787316984797838?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107787316984797838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107787316984797838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107787316984797838' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107778304457535401</id><published>2004-02-26T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T00:25:18.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once Becx actually posted her pictures(well the ones on Tuesday, at least) up fastwer than usual. Haha. &lt;b&gt;Pleased&lt;/b&gt;. *Pats becx on the back*. Lol. So yups. Go see &lt;a href="http://imagestation.com/members/partychick613"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;them&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know &lt;a href="http://iseeyoubaby-shakingthatass.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; keep telling me that you publicised my blog on your blog. But that's not an excuse to &lt;font color="#66cc66"&gt;not&lt;/font&gt; tag me. -.- *sticks out tongue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I couldn't sleep, so I started to think, think think think. I miss 6.6 soo much. All the bitchy times we had. Haha. Dancing and screaming in class, talking about guys *Jing rolls eyes*. Even fighting with lao shi. Haha. Oops. slip of the &lt;s&gt;tongue&lt;/s&gt; I mean, hand. &lt;/i&gt;lol&lt;/i&gt;. REally really fun. I never thought I hear myself say this, but I miss Melody. or however you spell her name. Sighh. I miss screaming at her and telling her to comb her hair, which I tell you, was &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; in a mess. I miss watching her roll her eyes at laoshi and pretending she never heard a word when laoshi was scolding her. REally really amusing ^_^. Sometimes I wonder why she couldn't study that &lt;i&gt;tad bit&lt;/i&gt; harder. Sometimes I wonder if she misses mg and 6.6 at all. Last year I would always look forward to coming to school the next day. Even if I didn't do my homework. Hee. I miss 6.6 soo much. I really really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe when the room is empty&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when this bottle's full&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when the door gets broke down love can break in&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when I'm done with thinking&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can think me whole&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when I'm done with endings this can begin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Something corporate&lt;/b&gt;, Punk Rock Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107778304457535401?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107778304457535401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107778304457535401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107778304457535401' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107771124094876037</id><published>2004-02-25T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T04:16:50.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;a href="http://iseeyoubaby-shakingthatass.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;You&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; never seem to tag me. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna fail my history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anon- you know you can just put your name. It's not like you're a flamer or anything so what's wrong with putting your name. It's not like I'm gonna get pissed at you or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107771124094876037?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107771124094876037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107771124094876037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107771124094876037' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107771069621277319</id><published>2004-02-25T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T04:07:45.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna go watch Honey, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I highly doubt I would get a response so not point asking. :) &lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107771069621277319?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107771069621277319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107771069621277319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107771069621277319' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107762605980384180</id><published>2004-02-24T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T04:38:41.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank &lt;a href="http://isayitall.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;Font color="#6666cc"&gt;you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for helping me print the project work thingy out. I owe you one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Font color="#cc66cc"&gt;*%Shout outs`&lt;/font&gt; to&lt;br /&gt;Rach- I'm glad I got to know you more this year. Being wacky is fun. But being wacky &lt;b&gt;with&lt;/b&gt; you is extremely fun. You never fail to humour me or cheer me up when I'm down. (Well duh, you're a cow) It's really amusing how you can always act retarded. Might I add that your handwriting rocks. It was &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; who made me a juice lover(hahaha). There are things you've helped me with that not even a thousand words can explain. Then I think to myself &lt;i&gt;"Wow, you sure have done alot for me over the past...two months"&lt;/i&gt; Then I realise, &lt;u&gt;what exactly have I done for you?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone to talk to, call me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you when you need me just like you've been for me. Remember that, ok?Retardees foreverrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History, history, history... aahhhhhhhh. I'm gonna study now. Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107762605980384180?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107762605980384180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107762605980384180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107762605980384180' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107754459650736618</id><published>2004-02-23T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T02:04:06.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This is for Steph&lt;/b&gt;. For always putting up with my whining. For always being there for me when I needed someone to talk to. For always tolerating my pmsing days. For always forgiving me no questions asked. For always loving me when I felt that I wasn't loved. For being my &lt;i&gt;bestfriend&lt;/i&gt;. I love you steph :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107754459650736618?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107754459650736618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107754459650736618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107754459650736618' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107753561802411501</id><published>2004-02-23T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T03:31:47.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I find the word 'sia' really &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; annoying. &lt;i&gt;Seriously&lt;/i&gt;. Like "Wow... your shoes are cool &lt;i&gt;sia&lt;/i&gt;." Ugh. It's really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I'm really sorry about what I said in my blog about Jon. REally really sorry. I wonder if he knows my blog. Gasp. I mean, if I'm not wrong, he know's Rachel's... How how howww. Oh well. SOrry to any girl out there who likes him and took it as an insult. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been slacking recently. Nonono. Can't slack. Well I know I used to slack &lt;b&gt;alot&lt;/b&gt; last year. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another word I find annoying is 'anyhoo'. Okok. I'm not insulting the words you guys use and all. Just what I think. &lt;i&gt;My blog&lt;/i&gt;. I say what I wanna. Haha. It &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; nice to hear it once in a while. But if you hear it too much, &lt;i&gt;goodness&lt;/i&gt;, it gets annoying. Bleh. Maybe it's just me. Sorrayyee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand sec 3s. No actually they're fine. Most of the sec 3s whom I know are &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; nice. But some are like really stuck up. Ok, maybe they aren't the ones whom I know. BUt goodness, how bimbotic can they get? Urghh. I've been annoyed recently. I hate being annoyed. I get all pissed and stuff when I get annoyed. And I don't like it. I wanna be hyper again. &lt;b&gt;hyper hyper hyper&lt;/b&gt;. Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind that I put down in words&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is now you're in the world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107753561802411501?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107753561802411501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107753561802411501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107753561802411501' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107753464663966251</id><published>2004-02-23T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T03:13:32.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste&lt;br /&gt;It all revolves around you&lt;br /&gt;And there's no mountain too high&lt;br /&gt;No river too wide&lt;br /&gt;Sing out this song I'll be there by your side&lt;br /&gt;Storm clouds may gather&lt;br /&gt;And stars may collide&lt;br /&gt;But I love you until the end of time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107753464663966251?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107753464663966251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107753464663966251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107753464663966251' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107742277604373243</id><published>2004-02-22T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T20:09:28.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want I &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; converse shoes so so badly. *screams*. I'm getting sick of my Adidas ones. Sighh. I'm thinking, should I just go shopping on my own? It's not like I get any response whenever I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun-o-rama was...umm... &lt;s&gt;gay&lt;/s&gt;. According to &lt;a href="http://controversial-lastkiss.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;Becs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and her cousin &lt;a href="http://love-beatriz.diaryland.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;Be&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Call me weird but I find that some what amusing ^_^. Wheee. I think everyone saw Jon but you. Haha. But I'm sorry to practically the whole world who finds him the hottest guy in the world, I don't find him hot anymore. Apparently, I realised that I was standing next to him for a few seconds at acjc. And I took a close look at him and... umm. &lt;b&gt;Haha&lt;/b&gt;. Nevermind. But I doubt he even noticed that I was there since he's so tall. But &lt;i&gt;who cares&lt;/i&gt;. Oh wait. &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/messedupinside"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;she&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; does. Anyway, mucho gracias to &lt;a href="http://takeitall.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;your&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mom for bringing me there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crucified&lt;br /&gt;Laid behind a stone&lt;br /&gt;You lived to die&lt;br /&gt;Rejected and alone&lt;br /&gt;Like a rose &lt;br /&gt;Trampled on the ground&lt;br /&gt;You took the fall &lt;br /&gt;And thought of me&lt;br /&gt;Above all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107742277604373243?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107742277604373243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107742277604373243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107742277604373243' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107728700587663442</id><published>2004-02-20T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T06:31:42.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why are &lt;a href="http://nobodys-girl.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; saying crap that me and Rach so-called said which aren't the least bit true? Ok, maybe the whole 'Miss Tang seperated us' thing was true. But what I said about you? Oh &lt;b&gt;please&lt;/b&gt;. Give me a break. Y'know what. I've been pissed the whole day and I'm trying to hide it but unfortunately I'm gonna have to let some of it out here. Well at least the ones that include you. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It annoys me when you kick me.&lt;br /&gt;It annoys me when you insult what I look like. (well I'm sorry, why don't you just blame God)&lt;br /&gt;It annoys me when you pinch me for no damn friggin reason.&lt;br /&gt;It annoys me when you beat me for something and you laugh at me like shit and then you go "HAHA I BEAT YOU" when I didn't even do that when I friggin beat you for &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; test results.&lt;br /&gt;And it &lt;b&gt;especially&lt;/b&gt; annoys me whenever you say 'Hannah wants to ______' or whatever crap when I don't even want to do it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. That's what I've been wanting to say since p6. I've let it all out and it feels much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. Haha. What do you expect when a girl pmses. lol. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107728700587663442?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107728700587663442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107728700587663442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107728700587663442' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107733486460185739</id><published>2004-02-20T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T19:43:47.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Steph here. fwalalala. hows life ppl. FUN?? fun-o-rama today guys. you going? ah. who am i asking.i dont know. haha. hannah wants me to write ten things i like abt her. *cringes* here i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.hannah's hannah&lt;br /&gt;2.hannahs a gal&lt;br /&gt;3.hannahs a banana&lt;br /&gt;4.HANNAHS MINE. *&lt;s&gt;screw&lt;/s&gt; off ant*&lt;br /&gt;5.hannahs er. &lt;b&gt;han&lt;/b&gt;dsome&lt;br /&gt;6.hannahs so high..&lt;br /&gt;7.shes so weird.&lt;br /&gt;quote &lt;i&gt;"ooooh.. look a boy. HI BOY!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.hannahs silly&lt;br /&gt;9.hannah is chio&lt;br /&gt;10.hannie babies my bestfren. and not yours!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA *this means u ant. TEEHEE* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107733486460185739?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107733486460185739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107733486460185739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107733486460185739' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107719123857855027</id><published>2004-02-19T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T03:52:22.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you don't like vulgarity then this entry for you ends here. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I'm so fcuking annoyed. I'm using the computer and suddenly my sister runs into the room saying that my brother wants to hit her. So I ask him what's his problem then he starts kicking me and all that shit. So my mom comes into the picture screaming at me asking why I had to disturb my brother. ANd I'm just like wtf? *calms down*...*stares at mom*...*5 seconds later*...I turn and walk back to the computer. Then I'm hungry. Time for dinner. Whoopeee. So I walk to the kitchen and suddenly my fcuking brother calls me a stupid bitch. *waits another five seconds*. Then I think to myself. &lt;i&gt;Mom probably heard that...she's gonna scold him so I shall just pretend I never heard what my brother said&lt;/i&gt;.Suddenly I hear my mom shout &lt;b&gt;I said leave him alone&lt;/b&gt;... THen I say. &lt;b&gt;but didn't you just hear him? My brother, nono, &lt;i&gt;little&lt;/i&gt; brother just called me a bitch...and you're scolding me? What the hell did I do?&lt;/b&gt;...*pause*... &lt;b&gt;Well you just &lt;u&gt;had&lt;/u&gt; to go get your dinner now didn't you?"&lt;/b&gt;. Just had to get my dinner now? What the fcuking hell. Seriously, do you always have to fcuking side him just cos he's the fcuking boy? For crying out loud he's just &lt;i&gt;8 years old&lt;/i&gt; ladayeeee. At least tell the boy what wrong he did or something. WHy the fcuking hell did you scold me? Forgetit. I won't fcuking interfere in whatever fcuking family affair again ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my oh my. I've never sweared that much since...since... last year. Well I'm not sorry. Cos I did nothing wrong.Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107719123857855027?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107719123857855027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107719123857855027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107719123857855027' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107718921899436812</id><published>2004-02-19T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T03:16:19.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh. TOday sucked. EVerybody's been pissing me off. It's annoying. One more person who pisses me off and I'll rip your head off. pfft. What did I do to &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;? Huh?Huh?Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107718921899436812?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107718921899436812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107718921899436812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107718921899436812' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107710828234225183</id><published>2004-02-18T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T04:47:39.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am soo &lt;b&gt;peeved&lt;/b&gt;. Well, not as peeved as &lt;a href="http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;Font Color="#6666cc"&gt;her&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Haha. But &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt;. Geez. Why are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; such a &lt;s&gt;jerk&lt;/s&gt;. Sigh. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107710828234225183?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107710828234225183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107710828234225183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107710828234225183' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107683171372856813</id><published>2004-02-14T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T23:57:48.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kldfjscklsamakcscd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. There's nothing to do in this boring house of mine. My parents are coming back today. Lalale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahh. My phone bill's gonna explode. Was talking to Steph and Ant for two hours. And during that two hours all he tried to do was convince me Steph and me to go out. Oh well. He &lt;i&gt;failed&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sdkjahdfkjhasfjkdhahfasdh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still nothing to do in this house.. *screams*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I know I'll do shoutouts. Can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107683171372856813?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107683171372856813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107683171372856813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107683171372856813' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107682996382291286</id><published>2004-02-14T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T23:28:38.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaah. MTV Asia sucked.&lt;br /&gt;It sucked so much.&lt;br /&gt;It was so darn boring.&lt;br /&gt;That's why it sucks so much.&lt;br /&gt;...Damn. It rocked didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh... &lt;i&gt;why couldn't I be there?&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107682996382291286?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107682996382291286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107682996382291286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107682996382291286' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107667286750179862</id><published>2004-02-13T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T04:29:51.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Simple Plan's 'Happy Together'. I like songs which are rather addictive yet annoying... and happy together is just that. Oooh. How &lt;i&gt;classic&lt;/i&gt;. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today felt like valentines day. Haha. I ended up not giving the brownies cos they got all messed when I cut them into pieces. Haha. I wanted to get a balloon. But i was getting &lt;i&gt;broke&lt;/i&gt; cos of you people. Had to buy the stuff. Bleh. Steph wanted to buy it cos she wanted to suck in the helium when she got home. I don't know why but I find it rather amusing. Anyway. Thanks to everyone who gave me roses and chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking, should I stick with photoshop or should I use psp? &lt;a href="http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;Tell&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://nomore-drama.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;me,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok? lol. Didn't put the link on 'ok' cos I couldn't find anyone else who would bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched Freaky Friday and I don't find that Jake guy hot at all. Ewww.&gt;.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'm gonna have to lessen down on my blogging and using the computer. *Must have self- control* sigh. My science marks are just...so...&lt;/i&gt;blah&lt;/i&gt;. I flunked it so s&lt;b&gt;o&lt;/b&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I haven't had any new words in my volcabulary for a long time... I guess it's back to C.S Lewis. Isn't it just horrible. Suddenly people are correcting my english &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; pronounciation. It's annoying me. &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; was the one who was supposed to be correcting people's english. &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; was the one who was supposed to be correcting people's pronounciation. Aaahhh. What went wrong? I need &lt;b&gt;books&lt;/b&gt;. That's just it. BoOks. STEPHANIE YEO SI FEN. I haven't finished the chronicles of narnia yet. Haha. Lend it to me again pleaseeeee. I stopped at half of the book of Prince Caspian. Ughhh. I need my english to be my best subject again. *screammm* Suddenly my writing seems horrible. I used to write stories and compos when I was bored. But now I can't. Cos I've got &lt;b&gt;no more inspiration&lt;/b&gt;. Sometimes I wish I was just like Kerry. She forever &lt;b&gt;pms&lt;/b&gt;es. THat's why she's got alot of feelings to write down. Hmmm. That sounded wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh heck. I'm off book-hunting. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107667286750179862?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107667286750179862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107667286750179862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107667286750179862' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107658052411161835</id><published>2004-02-12T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T02:13:29.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm working on a layout. wahheeee. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to buy you guys chocolates for valentines day cos I thought I had enough money but then I decided to add more people to the list and found out that I don't have enough. &gt;.-. Phooey. SO I decided to make you guys brownies or smthing. haha. Worst valentines day gift right? heh. SOrry. So to make it up to you people, consider it as &lt;i&gt;half&lt;/i&gt; of what I'm gonna give ya or smthing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of changing my whole wardrobe. Man I'm getting sick of it. Everytime I wanna go out I look into my wardrobe and find the same old clothes. Ahhh phooey. I keep asking my mom to go with me or sponser me with the money or smthing and she says ok... but it never &lt;u&gt;happens&lt;/u&gt;. So anyone wanna go shopping with me soon? CAll me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://denisemenace.diaryland.com"&gt;&lt;Font color="#6666cc"&gt;Denise Tan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and Anthony Chee are the &lt;b&gt;weirdest&lt;/b&gt; couple ever. Haha. It'll take me a million years to figure you guys out. lol. Okie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; got to know my blog. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Popups annoy me.&lt;/b&gt; Cya my dahhlinggs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107658052411161835?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107658052411161835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107658052411161835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107658052411161835' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107659258805644865</id><published>2004-02-12T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T05:32:19.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;b&gt;happy&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy happy. So &lt;u&gt;nobody&lt;/u&gt; spoil my mood. ya dig?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107659258805644865?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107659258805644865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107659258805644865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107659258805644865' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107650573320791878</id><published>2004-02-11T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T22:53:40.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised that I can't do any shoutouts cos I can't trust anyone about anything anymore so if I do shoutouts it'll just be some fake crap so what's the point. I'm serious, I don't give a damn anymore. FRiends? haha. Don't make me laugh. You can't even &lt;i&gt;trust&lt;/i&gt; them. So what's the point? What's with the whole Mg rawkers thing and 'Friends forever babe love ya.' What's the point of doing that when they don't care? They make it sound like they do care, they look sympathetic, they look sad for you. Then after a few minutes they're back to their usual self. Either forgetting what you just told them or pretending that they've never heard about it at all. They're probably just glad that they aren't in that position. Forgetit. I give up. I've found out what you &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; are. I'm annoyed. I'm pissed. I'm paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh I'm depressed. Sometimes I just wish it'll all go away. Am I sounding like Kerry? heck. I need strength. But I know that God's gonna help me pull through this. Like he's helped me with evey obstacle I've ever had. THank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm waiting for a &lt;u&gt;true&lt;/u&gt; friend to come by.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107650573320791878?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107650573320791878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107650573320791878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107650573320791878' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107648995519150795</id><published>2004-02-11T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T22:54:20.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in a crappy mood so I'll...um... be &lt;i&gt;crappy&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a valentine. I've got one already... which is none other than my dahhling Jillian. haha. ewww. that sounded...sooo..sooo. &lt;i&gt;Unstraight&lt;/I&gt;. Well I'm not as crazy as &lt;a href="http://memories-of-tomorrow.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;her&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Walking up and down the bus asking people to be her valentine. Haha. But anyway. Continuing with what I said about Jillian, she's boring me. Lalala. She doesn't write me any notes &lt;s&gt;during class&lt;/s&gt; when I actually bother to. Hahah. Shoo Miss Wee. But then again, it wasn't during your period, or anyone else's cos it was free period. HA. You can't do anything about that. lol. So my point is, I need a new valentine. Point taken? &lt;i&gt;Good&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DArn. I've got alot of school work to do. So why am I not doing it? &lt;a href="http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666cc"&gt;You&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; should now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. I'm gonna attempt doing my Lit, Math,... and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;True friends stab you in the front&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;--Oscar Wilde&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A time to stop talking is when the other person nods his head affirmitavely but says nothing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;--anonymous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lol&lt;/u&gt;. Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107648995519150795?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107648995519150795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107648995519150795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107648995519150795' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-10765002884090441</id><published>2004-02-11T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T03:53:57.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RACHEL LIN... umm... JIA. (right?). It's all your fault that I'm getting addicted to juice so you're gonna have to get me juice for valentines day. haha. that's the problem with sitting next to you. you get so obsessed talking about juice the whole day that I get obsessed too. Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-10765002884090441?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/10765002884090441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/10765002884090441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10765002884090441' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107633386653566736</id><published>2004-02-09T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T02:26:17.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. I was reading peoples blogs today and quite a few were saying "Worship was really good today." or "Chapel in school sucked". Ok. So it either sucks or rocks...because of the worship? Pastor Bee was speaking not too long ago and she was speaking about worship. And how it doesn't really matter about the music. And I kinda agreed with what she said although I knew that I was only thinking about the music too. I mean, so what if the music's fast or slow. It doesn't really matter does it? Aren't they all the same thing with one main reason? Hillsongs focus on God. But doesn't hymns too? Isn't it the words that matter? You can have a whole band playing loudly and everyone jumping up and down praising God. Yet you can have this small little place with just the piano and playing hymns. So what? They all have the same focus. And the reason why we're doing this is to give God all the glory. The music's not there to please our needs. Be it fast or slow, boring or not, y'know...what's the diff? People are always saying "it's the words that matter". I hear it a thousand and one times. But it's the same people who say "Todays worship sucked. It was so boring." and laaadeeedaaa. So what if you sang extremely loudly and lifted up your hands and what not. Do you try following in His footsteps for the rest of the week? If the answer's yes then good for you. &lt;i&gt;No?&lt;/i&gt;. Then I'd rather be stuck with hymns for the rest of my life but trying my very best to be what God wants all of us to be. Ya think God will be pleased with how you sang with all your heart that very sunday when "worship rocked"? I said it before and I'll say it again... &lt;i&gt;so what?&lt;/i&gt;. Would you sing like that if they were playing "boring" hymns which make you wanna fall asleep? &lt;i&gt;No?&lt;/i&gt; Then I doubt He would be. People who read my blog and think that I'm talking about you, you'll probably get pissed off, even hate me. Well sorry. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that's the way I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107633386653566736?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107633386653566736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107633386653566736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107633386653566736' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107621335740780091</id><published>2004-02-07T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T20:11:42.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My internet's working again. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to heeren yesterday. Saw Denise Kellar. &lt;a href="http://nomore-drama.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;Font Color="#6666CC"&gt;Haha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the computer. &gt;.&lt;. I'm supposed to be doing my english hmk but here I am blogging. Probably cos &lt;br /&gt;I haven't used it for three days but... Bleh. Oohhh... &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/hazel_gurl"&gt;&lt;Font Color="#6666CC"&gt;shoo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/hazel_gurl"&gt;&lt;Font Color="#6666CC"&gt;You're&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not supposed to be seeing this. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update later. Nono. I can't update later... I guess. Cos according to my dad, Sunday is going to be &lt;i&gt;packed with activites&lt;/i&gt;. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/hazel_gurl"&gt;&lt;font color="#6666CC"&gt;you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; want me to tell you who &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; is, you're gonna have to do alotta persuading. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok. &lt;b&gt;I want tickets to the MTV Asia awards&lt;/b&gt;. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107621335740780091?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107621335740780091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107621335740780091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107621335740780091' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107588238617782410</id><published>2004-02-04T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T05:41:41.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I agree with &lt;a href="http://nomore-drama.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;Font color="#6666CC"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. Getting below 20 for my first hist test isn't exactly the greatest news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having chinese tuition today. Nooooooo. I'm gonna die. I just know it. When I woke up I knew today wasn't exactly gonna be good. &lt;a href="http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;Font Color="#6666CC"&gt;Save me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I've lost my touch in persuading lao shi to cancel tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a whole load of chinese to do.. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly skins annoy me. Goodbye. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107588238617782410?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107588238617782410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107588238617782410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107588238617782410' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107572788013362917</id><published>2004-02-02T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T02:46:18.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna change my layout. I wanna change it s&lt;b&gt;o&lt;/b&gt; so bad. But the whole problem is I suck at html and photoshop never cooperates with me. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have trouble thinking of what to blog about cos hardly anything exciting happens. And if you guys noticed that in my  &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/walkaway"&gt;&lt;b&gt;former blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had quite alot of things to say. And I realised that it was because I used to blog about whatever I did that day. Ugghhh. How disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have regrets about not putting down my name for that musical thing. I wonder if it's too late. I've already made one mistake about not joining eldds and now I have another thing to regret not doing. It always happens to me. When some great opportunity comes by I just let it pass like I've never seen or heard of it in my life and when it goes completely out of my reach I decide to go for it. And of course, I'll never be able to grab it. Like cheerleading. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhh. &lt;a href="http://the-waitingroom.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;she&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; says that I can have him. But I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; I can't. ...Should I get over him? I'll try. I will. Cos I know it'll never happen. Yeah. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107572788013362917?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107572788013362917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107572788013362917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107572788013362917' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107564095961698905</id><published>2004-02-01T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T22:41:28.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;. lols. &lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;, it's the same him whom I'm "madly" in love with.&lt;br /&gt;Hee. But anyway. During church today I couldn't concentrate at all because I was thinking of you. &lt;br /&gt;Ergh. Why? Stupid diot. You suck. You suck so much that I simply loveeeeee* you. *muacksss* &lt;br /&gt;Love youuuuu* you adorable moron. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;i&gt;you people&lt;/i&gt; too. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107564095961698905?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107564095961698905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107564095961698905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107564095961698905' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107569002650287985</id><published>2004-02-01T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T18:49:23.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can never seem to post a proper entry without losing my html.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107569002650287985?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107569002650287985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107569002650287985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107569002650287985' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107547156803795575</id><published>2004-01-30T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T06:08:21.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107547156803795575?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107547156803795575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107547156803795575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107547156803795575' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107538058082501697</id><published>2004-01-29T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T04:51:52.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh. I hate it when I don't keep my promises...especially when they're to myself. Hee. I keep telling myself that I'm gonna give you guys shoutouts but I never do cos I'm too lazy. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after school Rach, Genia and I went to Kap for some project work thing. We hadta take down some nutritional stuff about the food that we were meant to buy or some crap like that. And some stupid guy told us that we had no right to do that and I'm just like. ...wtf?. lol. Oh oh. And I can't curse without censcoring anymore cos Miss Wee knows my blog... I think. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a shitload lot of chinese tuition homework to doo. Urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Uploading some pictures. Go check them out if you have time. Yup yup. I'm outta hhheeerrreee cyaahh*-[`Hannah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107538058082501697?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107538058082501697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107538058082501697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107538058082501697' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6396074.post-107529603820777596</id><published>2004-01-28T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T05:22:48.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;happiest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; girl in the world right now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lao shi cancelled tuition... I mean. she's never cancelled tuition since last year=D. Ok fine. Maybe cos she's sick. But oh well. at least she cancelled it. So yay mee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it feels like the happiest girl in the world has become very sad. Bleh. I lost my form for the stupid tennis thing for the second time. The teacher's gonna get really pissed at me. I just know it. And so is Mrs Sim... I guess. I'm gonna get a demerit point. Noooo. I can't. Urgh. So much for a clean record. With Mrs Sim ard I know I can stop hoping. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to replying to Steph's letters again. Haha. Haven't done that since P5... I think. Could never be bothered. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate reading these kinda entries- &lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary, today I went to school and saw ___,___,___ and ___. Then I had math and science and... (and the stupid list goes on). Then I came home and now I'm typing this entry!" &lt;br /&gt;Oh how exciting. Ugh. I'm sure people would wanna read abt who you met in school. Well dUh. It's school you're bound to meet &lt;i&gt;someone.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody wanna go watch 'stuck on you' with meee? I really wanna go watch it so whoever wants to watch it too... give me a call. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becs and I are planning to have a 'surprise' bday party for steph although I doubt it's a surprise anymore since she knows about it and also her birthday's in April... so tell me again...why am I planning it so early? haha. But I'm clueless on what to do... any suggestions? (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy. Everybody tag ok. My blog seems so...so...lifeless=P &lt;br /&gt;Cyaaa*-[Hannah`]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6396074-107529603820777596?l=nobodys-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107529603820777596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6396074/posts/default/107529603820777596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodys-angel.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107529603820777596' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04456167094721070187</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></entry></feed>
