<?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-4153560066079440183</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:35:41.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the not-so private</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-6181306685921822176</id><published>2007-12-03T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T05:56:24.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i spent the whole weekend at home! loser or what. but gf made up for it in her own way (; and of course, the lovely family. not bad, not bad at all. i get to save up on $ and energy. i like. my mind strayed many, many times and i succumbed once more. yes loser. all i can say is, i'm trying. maybe i'm not trying hard enough. but i really am and it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of the damn week. had an interesting discussion with gf about Criss Angel on the way to school. he's so hot he makes me throb and it helps that he's like a wizard. HAHAHAH imagine we're like fucking and then we start to levitate and go through glass and wood and all sorts. oh he's amazing i swear i'm gonna do research on him later. rest of the day saw me splurging $ on food and catching 'Enchanted' with gf. the show's awesome although there are many scenes where you can just roll your eyes so bad. the prince is hot, as always in these annoying perfect fairytales and the princess is a dumb blonde. one thing, the stepmother has nice boobs even though she looks like a tranny. yes that's me i notice things like that. the singing blew me away and the chipmunk, he stole the show. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home, showered, sit-ups. work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll be happier than i was tomorrow and even happier the day after. yes i will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-2731091499558766804</id><published>2007-09-10T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T09:37:44.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>private blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-2731091499558766804?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2731091499558766804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=2731091499558766804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/2731091499558766804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/2731091499558766804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/09/private-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-7873175258888993114</id><published>2007-09-09T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:07:22.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>felicia- sweetest girlfriend around. stands by me through thick and thin. forever asking lesser and listening more. always there with the comforting hug and reassuring kiss. i really don't know what good i've done because yes i believe in karma and having her, i don't know. there's nothing more i can ask for from a girlfriend. and you've really surprised me with your emotional strength and your amazing level of tolerance. i really want to count more tomorrows with you. i love you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joel- bestest buddy. the sweet boy whos always there with the listening ear. ever-so patient with my nonsense. puts up with my moodswings like, forever. a true gentleman whos personality is often mistaken by others for a horny guy. but theres much more to him than that and i'm glad i got the chance to know him better. i love this boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah- the last person i thought i'd be close to on the first day of school. turned out that she outshone all my 'buddies' and we grew really close. sharing common perspectives on many issues. forever the noisy and crazy one. but i hope you know that we'll always be by your side girl, whenever you need us. JEF wouldn't be complete without you. i love you my scandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sihui and jen- the sweetest darlings i can ask for. despite the lack of communication we're still holding on strong to our friendship. i know i can always turn to you guys whenever i need someone. you both have proven and shown me the essence of true friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precy- my baby girl. though many things have driven us further apart, i know 3004 still stands. who cares if there are few meet-ups and we both have different cliques. i love you and i know you do too. i miss us when we were so much closer but it's okay because i don't have to see you everyday to know that you'll be here for me like how i'll be there for you. i love you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lihui- still the cutest one around. we hardly ever meet and only have short and occasional conversations online. just joking with you about sec school days is enough to make me smile. i love you my little happy pill though you might not know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nelson, iman, mq, eugene- you four are the ones i really don't want to forget after sem 1. we've never been the bestest of all buddies but you four are really nice to talk to and i know part of my memories from W26P will def include you guys. i love you all too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sue- what can i say? i finally believe that there are some things and feelings that can't be expressed through words. you're one of them. regardless of everything that has happened, i love you maybe someday i'll stop loving you but if theres a person i must thank for the perfect 1 year i had, it's you. you changed me in every way imaginable, for better or for worse, i'm still thankful.  i don't care if your opinion of me has changed. be it others who influenced you or you yourself need a change it doesn't matter. thank you and goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nina- i love you my silly cibai. though you've said some truths that really hurt but perhaps you're right. it's different now but i'm so so so glad to know you and share those silly times w you, laughing at myself. simply, every time i meet you is a happy time for me. i'll still work hard to get us back to what we once were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's any one i missed out, i still love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those whose names are supposed to be here but are not, the reasons are self-explanatory. either i don't value you enough or i don't respect you enough. thank you. we shall leave the defamatory words out from this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-7873175258888993114?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7873175258888993114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=7873175258888993114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/7873175258888993114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/7873175258888993114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/09/felicia-sweetest-girlfriend-around.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-1722937753062398162</id><published>2007-09-07T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:26:34.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO WHORE. MY SALUTATIONS TO YOU. I NEVER KNEW YOU WERE AN ARDENT FAN OF MINE. SERIOUSLY, DIDN'T YOUR MOTHER TEACH YOU HOW TO MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS? WHAT KICK DO YOU GET OUT OF BLABBERING YOUR LIFE AWAY? I REALLY WOULD LIKE T KNOW. GO SPREAD IT AROUND MORE OH PLEASE DO. PUT IT IN YOUR MSN NICK, YOUR FRIENDSTER SHOUT OUT, CNN, BBC, EVERY FUCKING BROADCAST CHANNEL AROUND. BUT THEN AGAIN WHY WOULD YOU STOOP T MY LEVEL. DEMURE AND SWEET GIRLS DON'T DO THAT. ONLY ROTTEN ONES LIKE ME DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's entitled to their own opinions. now i've heard of that before. but 'everyone's entitled to be their own broadcaster. i've yet to learn of.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Řəza]  "Dropout of Today"   dok(: says:&lt;br /&gt;bAngs girl&lt;br /&gt;EVAN ALMIGHTY(msb, JEFS)dok       PREev3004 says:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;okay(:&lt;br /&gt;thanks for letting me know shes part of the audience&lt;br /&gt;i never knew that&lt;br /&gt;[Řəza]  "Dropout of Today"   dok(: says:&lt;br /&gt;cmon frankly..its like as if you dunnoe&lt;br /&gt;EVAN ALMIGHTY(msb, JEFS)dok       PREev3004 says:&lt;br /&gt;ha, i didnt know my life was interesting and highclass enough for her t take note of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew even strangers took an interest in my life. is it really that interesting? i'm so honoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Řəza]  "Dropout of Today"   dok(: says:&lt;br /&gt;only that post&lt;br /&gt;EVAN ALMIGHTY(msb, JEFS)dok       PREev3004 says:&lt;br /&gt;(: okay&lt;br /&gt;i should blog about my fuck sessions w fel&lt;br /&gt;would she report it to you as well?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY. O - M  - F  - G lah. period. i shouldnt spoil my friday nights. TMD CCB DONT LET ME SEE YOUR FACE EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i just lost sue. forever. whoever out there might celebrate. sue might celebrate. i don't know. lets just have more booze. why make someone whos insistent on leaving, stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she'll never know the tears i cried after i hung up the phone&lt;br /&gt;she'll never know how tough the night was going to be for me&lt;br /&gt;she'll never know how i didnt want this to end&lt;br /&gt;she'll never know that every song i heard reminded me of her&lt;br /&gt;she'll never know how i broke my gf's heart by crying for reasons she doesnt know&lt;br /&gt;and no she'll never know despite all these i still love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she'll think she loved the wrong person right from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;and it sucks knowing i cant change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I only wanna make it good  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So if I love ya a little more than I should  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please forgive me I know not what I do  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please forgive me I can't stop lovin' you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't deny me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This pain I'm going through  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please forgive me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I need ya like I do  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please believe me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every word I say is true  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats the point? you tell me. its all gone, all ruined. AND ITS MY FAULT? i beg t differ. YOU FUCKING DROVE HER AWAY FROM ME. yeah blame others, thats my forte. SO SUE ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-1722937753062398162?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1722937753062398162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=1722937753062398162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/1722937753062398162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/1722937753062398162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-whore.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-8818422054778899945</id><published>2007-09-04T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T11:09:45.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>decided t stop blogging since its absolutely pointless and troublesome and i no longer have the urge nor the want t blog. and most importantly, unwanted visitors have found a way t render their support t this blog but sadly, my posts arent meant for their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whoever whos linked me, you might as well delete me off and spare me the publicity. thanks but no thanks. love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO YOU, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS IT YOU'RE TRYING TO PROVE. WHATEVER YOUR MOTIVES ARE, I'M SURE THEY'RE NOT WORTH ME KNOWING. NO I CAN'T DECIPHER YOUR ACTIONS EVEN AFTER ANALYZING THEM CLOSELY. DON'T RESORT TO LOWLY, UNDERHAND METHODS. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WANT MY RUBBISH? CLAIM IT OPENLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. WHY DIDN'T YOU DO ALL THESE IN FRONT OF ME, I REALLY WONDER. YOUR PIOUS, INNOCENT, SELF-DENIAL ACT HAS FELL THROUGH. AND ALTHOUGH THERE'S A POSSIBILITY OF ME MISTAKING YOUR OH-SO INNOCENT ACTIONS FOR CHEAP, ADULTEROUS ONES I DON'T GIVE A FUCKING DAMN. SIMPLY CAUSE I HATE PEOPLE DOING THINGS BEHIND MY BACK. DON'T GET IN MY WAY COS I SWEAR I'LL SPIT AT YOU AND PULL OUT ALL YOUR HAIR(or should i say your remaining bangs). FUCKING PRODUCT OF A BASTARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you, i don't know what you see in that piece of trash. like oh yes, she's giving you the attention and the sugar-coated words you've been longing for all your pathetic life. that sweet-faced, innocent little virgin has got through to you? happy fucking then. call me a jealous bitch, an unreasonable whore. whichever you please. your existence has ceased to affect me now. and stop speaking up for those two. it irks me. join some organisation since you love fighting for peoples' rights so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and how can i forget the last one that makes up this interesting trio. don't say my mother didn't teach me to act out of compassion. i'd gladly give you 5cents to go buy a life for yourself since getting it would be like a never-in-your-life thing. oh wait i forgot, you don't have a life. your little antics are honestly dumber than paris's. quit hanging around hoping to be the rebound of a broken-hearted person. that's honestly quite pathetic. it's sad. and going to the extent of lying.. well, what can i say? wake up from your dream of make-believe. she's not yours and never will be. and even if someday she gets so smitten by your foreign element, remember, whatever you're having, i had it once and discarded it. what's there to gloat about? i hope you break a limb or two during your acrobratic stunts. pretty good way to earn her sympathy since she'll be there to support you. don't say i'm not sharing strategies with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE FOR GOOD. KISSES TO THOSE I LOVE. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-8818422054778899945?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8818422054778899945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=8818422054778899945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/8818422054778899945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/8818422054778899945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/09/decided-t-stop-blogging-since-its.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-4355497170920914775</id><published>2007-08-28T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:05:02.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PICTURES FIRST! kindly ignore any excess fats/tummy rolls/pimples you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RtRHSKB44-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/MJ0pGi7T8_g/s1600-h/evan.me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RtRHSKB44-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/MJ0pGi7T8_g/s320/evan.me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103782654973109218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite girl, Miss Super Toned Body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RtRGU6B449I/AAAAAAAAAGw/kno9IXDz0Vk/s1600-h/IMG_1628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RtRGU6B449I/AAAAAAAAAGw/kno9IXDz0Vk/s320/IMG_1628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103781602706121682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my adorable scandal, pok, Mr Muscle and Mannie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RtRFsqB448I/AAAAAAAAAGo/L3nyfv7skDE/s1600-h/IMG_1627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RtRFsqB448I/AAAAAAAAAGo/L3nyfv7skDE/s320/IMG_1627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103780911216387010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITES! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RtREjqB447I/AAAAAAAAAGg/dH4A51e2dEg/s1600-h/IMG_1631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RtREjqB447I/AAAAAAAAAGg/dH4A51e2dEg/s320/IMG_1631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103779657085936562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY THREE SEXAYS! love you guys lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what time i woke up. hurried t j.e t buy dye and cabbed back. bottomline is, my hair sucks and b's a greenhorn at highlighting. DON'T ASK. TMD PUACHEEBYE. fugly hair but it's okay, we had fun and I'M DYEING IT ANOTHER COLOR SOON. HAHAHA. i have spoilt hair. so jo, b and i were the fucking dua bai people who arrived last at the bbq. b and i cabbed down t eastcoast from my place. reached there somewhat earlier than jo. missed a few of them, oblivious t the existence of most. hung out w ra, ken, b and jo mostly. so the party was a flop (in my opinion) but it's okay because i enjoyed the company of JEFS and ken. and it was nice seeing iman, nelson, mq, pok, ch, rid, kok, dom, wanigila and prettyfana. fagged like mad, took photos w selected people, hugged selected people and bitched about selected people. i'm gonna miss W26P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest left and so did ra and ken. so it JEF had macs at marine parade. (only b was eating-.-) then b and i took 197 but halfway through i was having this really bad motion sickness so got down at bukit merah and cabbed back. had steamboat w b at 430am in the morning. madness then slept at 9am. HAHAHA. screwed biological clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i woke up at 7pm. dined w b outside, came back home and watched the babe/hunk thing. one word- Fugly. bitched alot, had steamboat round 3am in the room. hahaha, classic. then tried t sleep early but we couldnt apparently. played games till 7am and then had a silly roleplay that made b cry. and she calls me a sadistic girlfriend. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my silly, i love you and there's no way i'd ever say those things t you. they were an act, but what i genuinely feel for you isn't an act and you know it.&lt;/span&gt; slept at 830am and poor b had foodpoisoning throughout the morning. BUT apparently i didn't know anything and slept throughout. sorry love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke at 630pm and b left at 8 t have dinner by herself. but then again i felt really rotten at the thought of her eating alone and so went off t meet her, accompanied her and she sent me home. and recently i'm really hooked onto the telly. there are some really amazing programmes on national geographic and discovery and no they aren't really intellectual but really really interesting. so i've not had any food since 5am yesterday. surprisingly i'm not very hungry. and i'm getting tired of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i loved the nights spent w you. hearing your silly bedtime stories, getting tucked in, cuddling w you under the same blanket, being kissed by you, waking up and seeing you lying beside me, planning all the tomorrows w you, laughing at each other's silliness, washing the dishes w you, squeezing the shampoo and body soap into little shot glasses for you and the list goes on. i love you girl. sleeping will never be the same without you here t tuck me in. i miss you like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i just discovered my obsession w giraffes. they're really pretty creatures w nice long lashes, nice lips and really sweet-looking eyes. prettiest animals ever. i tried t kiss one. (okay that's not very true) pictures at www.friendster.com/evanrocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYENOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-4355497170920914775?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4355497170920914775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=4355497170920914775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/4355497170920914775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/4355497170920914775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/sunday-i-dont-know-what-time-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RtRHSKB44-I/AAAAAAAAAG4/MJ0pGi7T8_g/s72-c/evan.me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-3593424099053759953</id><published>2007-08-25T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T10:29:33.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so i slept at 10 am this morning. FUCK. i'm gonna look like an old hag. HAHAHA. was supposed t go t bed at 7am but baby and i ended up having a highly emotional talk that lasted till 9am AND that brat dragged me out t have breakfast w her. oh god. i was falling asleep over my food. trudged (YES TRUDGED) home and collapsed onto the bed and died till 3plus when sue came over. initial plans were cancelled and we (me and sue) went out to dinner. and hell yes i miss you nina. my nina. hahaha. my fucking crush. :D BAR-HOPPING W YOU SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three weeks holidays. HAHA. plus the unofficial one month break i gave myself. woohoo, seven weeks away from RP. and so theres a bbq tmr at East coast and no i don't plan t go home but damn JEFS have yet t tell me the plans. meeting sue early tmr t grab my tanktop AND my pack of fags. THEN t meet baby t highlight my hair. my fucking butchered hair. then we'll probably head t ecp. i miss getting wasted. lets get wasted tmr. HAHAHA. can't wait t see selective people tmr. namely eugene, iman, nelson, mq, chunhao (MINE! :D), pai kia, wanigiler and whoever i missed out. AND NO I AM NOT LOOKING FORWARD T SEEING THE TWO EYESORES. the fat one and the retro one. YUCKFUCK. and of course I CAN'T WAIT T SEE JEFS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm ranting. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss lihui fucking alot. i'm glad we still talk in msn. LOVEKISSHUGSLOVE.&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE KASPER SCHMEICHEL! damn fucking alot also.&lt;br /&gt;and i love reminiscing about secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;but not the people, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;precy i miss you you bitch. WHERE ARE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;and get well soon blackie. hope the masturbating man isnt disturbing your sleep anymore. HAHAHA VISIT YOU SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA BYE. dumb post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-3593424099053759953?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3593424099053759953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=3593424099053759953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/3593424099053759953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/3593424099053759953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay-so-i-slept-at-10-am-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-1603728899706159712</id><published>2007-08-24T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T12:58:43.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby stayed over. spent hours on the telly. haha it's been quite awhile since i last watched the telly for so long. SO. it was live the dream then a drama serial. played badminton in the house for abit (YES LAUGH. HAHA but we managed t sweat quite a fair bit) while watching england u21 and portugal qualifiers. oh i've forgotten how good it feels t have someone t watch soccer w you. (: had a heavy supper (so badminton was redundant wasnt it? huh!) watched england vs. germany which was basically the reason why baby stayed over. cheered when they scored, jeered when they made loose passes and BLABLA. it was heart-warming. (: watched abit of 9ball. oohed and aahed over the skills of those poolers. (no such word?) slept at 6plus. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;how much i love your tenderness you'll never know, my gentle one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early. baby made a call t gombak but apparently no one answered so supposed badminton plans were cancelled. arranged t meet jo in school at 3pm. but that was also cancelled round 1plus? or so. told him t notify ra but apparently that ass-crack didn't do so immediately and that caused a fair bit of misunderstandings. ALL'S WELL NOW. I LOVE JEFS STILL. (: so baby and i met jo at holland v. couldn't decide on a bar so we acted on impulse and went into eski bar. fairly good experience cos it was really quite cold in there. the drinks were nothing t rave about. but oh the price was.  fuck. but the people were friendly. wasn't feeling too well so didn't have a fucktastic time. *pictures at www.friendster.com/evanrocks. so we went into breadtalk after that and drooled over the bread. bought abit then sat at ya kun's to eat even more. cabbed t a salon where yes once again my hair got butchered. wanted t wait for precy cos shes seriously so much better at it but i figured by the time we can finally meet my hair would touch the floor. baby loves my hair but i don't. BUT I'LL LIVE W IT. yes. (: baby stayed over and we slept at 9pm woke at midnight t dine and stayed online till 6am. baby then nursed me really well complete w bedtime stories, cuddles and kisses. SORRY this nanny isn't for hire. because she's my property. (: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can tell me the shortest, most nonsensical stories ever but i'll still listen and love them because you're the best storyteller there ever was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;how much i adore your beauty in that sporty girl you are you'll never know, my pretty one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke late again. baby ran out t get lunch for the both of us (neither is this delivery girl for hire!) while i washed up. had lunch together and dozed off again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somehow its so easy to fall into deep slumber when i'm in your presence. you must be working your magic on me again. &lt;/span&gt;baby left for home, dined then came back t spend another night. so far we've been online, grooved t music, played retard badminton and shes now sleeping at my feet while waiting for me t blog so we can have dinner. (MY dinner, HER supper. my gf's a pig.) i'm having my meals at like 12-hour intervals. breakfast/lunch at 4pm and dinner at 4am. gastric's gonna strike soon, i just know it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;how much i appreciate your unconditional cajoling in the wee hours of the morning you'll never know, my sweet one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i know i'll sleep the sweetest sleep and dream the most beautiful dreams. for you're here to make it happen. i love you girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And re-create a place as my own world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I could be your favorite girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Forever, perfectly together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell me girl, now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're in with me on this sweet escape. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-1603728899706159712?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1603728899706159712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=1603728899706159712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/1603728899706159712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/1603728899706159712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/wed-baby-stayed-over.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-2793464560167292356</id><published>2007-08-21T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:19:50.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RssSpqB446I/AAAAAAAAAGY/OBJvQrQlKMg/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RssSpqB446I/AAAAAAAAAGY/OBJvQrQlKMg/s320/DSC00001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101191509793366946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had a craving for these recently and voila, my second bro came back home w a box today. HAHA. how unexpected but oh, that's him for you. sadly it's not enough t stop my violent moodswings. oh they're getting from bad t worse. flaring up at my loved ones and yes sadly it includes my b. getting irritated w everything and anything. that includes innocent and random toddlers i see in the public. bitching about friends and acquaintances (which is quite a norm actually) and feeling 100% like a whore and what does a whore does but flirt, scandal around, be unfaithful and fit the bill of a pure blood skank? SHUT UP, don't preach and tell me it's wrong. i know it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day was spent sleeping. gastric pangs, food thats getting (insert english word for Ni), baby putting up w my tantrums and receiving a fair dosage of my cattiness (AND CHAO CHEE BYE MY HP JUST COMMITTED SUICIDE FROM MY BED FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME), fucked up weather, irregular eating times, same old fucks online and i can go on like this forever. i told you i'm having a moodswing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;decisions are indefinite, thoughts are free-flowing but whatever it is i don't want to hurt you. that's the only thing i'm sure of right now. my heart's talking to me and my mind's trying to interrupt. oh girl, tell me what should i do so i won't hurt you? you mean so much more to me than others think, than maybe you yourself think but what is this mess i've gotten myself into, i don't know. it's definitely a wrong time to question me; question us for i have no answers to any of them i'm sure. so why don't you stand by me and perform your role as a girlfriend but don't probe, don't try and venture into my personal space. because when i say i don't want to talk about it with you i mean it and pushing me over my limits will only leave you with nothing but yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and i love you. there's never a doubt behind that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;you know how i feel, i know how you feel. i can't act upon it. at least not yet. i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;/edited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;just read b's blog and yes i agree w her stand on her 'friends'. certainly reflects on their maturity and worthiness as friends. don't think about it baby. good riddance i should say. who needs friends like them? we'll get our own. from our own kind. or at least ones who are liberal enough. fuck to all you homophobic cunts. (: and yes b, 'll be your best friend. will you be mine too? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and can someone tell me why is it easier to make enemies rather than make friends? i know if i were to write out my hate-list i would have one long enough to reach Mars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-2793464560167292356?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2793464560167292356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=2793464560167292356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/2793464560167292356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/2793464560167292356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-i-had-craving-for-these-recently-and.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RssSpqB446I/AAAAAAAAAGY/OBJvQrQlKMg/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-2972231653956941930</id><published>2007-08-20T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:04:50.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RsnIXaB445I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AfjRODrKOLI/s1600-h/edfdsf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RsnIXaB445I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AfjRODrKOLI/s320/edfdsf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100828357423588242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucktastic i tell you. go try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RsnIMaB444I/AAAAAAAAAGI/rGsY8b4nHzc/s1600-h/AFDG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RsnIMaB444I/AAAAAAAAAGI/rGsY8b4nHzc/s320/AFDG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100828168445027202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RsnH-6B443I/AAAAAAAAAGA/AFQK1FTfe5k/s1600-h/3R3RA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RsnH-6B443I/AAAAAAAAAGA/AFQK1FTfe5k/s320/3R3RA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100827936516793202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WASN'T. it was anything BUT fantastic. CCB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 3.30pm. gobbled down rice w b again. then she had t rush off cos yeye's in hospital. spent the rest of the day being ill and helping w dinner. bigbro and sis came w donut. cute lil thing. he can never fail t make me smile. hes a shih tzu in case you're wondering. sis is getting a yorkshire soon though. i don't know if she can cope, but she'd better. might be kept busy ferrying between sembawang and home since Oreo (the yorkshire) would be quarantined there. watched a couple of EPL matches. need i emphasize on my euphoria? 1-0! HAHAHA. and FUCK t referee Rob Styles who is the most unprofessional thing i've seen in my life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; fucking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; fucking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; fucking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;penalty.&lt;/span&gt; thank you very much. nuff' said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i didnt sleep and was online all the way from sun. b said she'd come over since i couldnt sleep. and that dream became a reality. that silly girl cabbed down at 4plus5 and sneaked in. HAHA. i love the kick we get out of our burglar acts. HAHAHA. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you ARE a burglar. you stole my heart. (:&lt;/span&gt; so we slept in each others arms till 7 and poor b had t hide in my wardrobe while i got ready for school. that brat actually fell asleep in there! must have been hypnotized by bobo. (: so we timed our 'runs' and got out of the house safely without being caught. thanks t yin and boyy who helped us think of the strategies. drama in the morning indeed. had breakfast and TWO cups of barley for me. t quote myself, 'i won't be heaty. i'll be so cooling my nose blood will get sucked back in' i think i'm quite funny, no? cracked random jokes, laughed alot (prob cos we were too tired), reached home and we fell asleep till noon. met boyy at paya lebar and bused t katong for good food which included laksa, barley, ice-cream from awfully chocolate and bacon from cold storage. had two hours plus of pool and as usual, it was great fun. after which we were robbed. YES. daylight robbery i should say. at the motherfucking chicken rice stall. the rice were probably diamonds and pearls and the chicken was probably made of gold. the price was a whopping 11 BUCKS. (gives you all time t react-) we shook our heads in disbelief and swore out loud never t patronize that goddamn stall again. BURNNNN in hell you people! may the chickens peck your hands till they rot the next time you wanna slaughter them. (okay wait, they don't slaughter them do they? they get dead chickens. oh whatever.) rushed back w b and accompanied her home first t grab eyedrops and a purse for yeye then bought grapes and flew t NUH where we were engrossed in eavesdropping on a highly-entertaining quarrel between mother and son. why entertaining you say? yalams trying t speak perfect english. thats HAHA. mother slapping son in the bus. mind you son is in his teens. double HAHA. mother screaming and no she doesnt have a sexy voice. thats OUCH t my ears. and oh content! HAHA hilarious. from the 'you betrays my trust' to the 'useless like your father' to the 'i cant educates my son. my one son.' my ONLY son, no? TOLD YOU it was entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate hospitals. i really do. they're morbid. and when i step in i don't smell crisp air from the air con nor medicine nor dettol. i smell death. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but w you walking beside me, i have no qualms w stepping into a hospital anymore. for youre my angel. and i know you'll never let me walk alone in that morbid place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbq this sunday. imma get fucking wasted on the breakwater and make love w you under the stars. HAHAHA. it's time t start job-hunting. WOOHOO. and it's another off day for me tmr. school, what's that? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now THAT was random. BYE NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-2972231653956941930?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2972231653956941930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=2972231653956941930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/2972231653956941930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/2972231653956941930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/fucktastic-i-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RsnIXaB445I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AfjRODrKOLI/s72-c/edfdsf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-931199807835210023</id><published>2007-08-18T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T11:02:25.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RscyUKB441I/AAAAAAAAAFw/0AfHMEcBtBc/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RscyUKB441I/AAAAAAAAAFw/0AfHMEcBtBc/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100100424891425618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing that caused some serious human congestion. but i have t admit it's pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RscyGqB440I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Do_-6aRsScA/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RscyGqB440I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Do_-6aRsScA/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100100192963191618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY BUDDY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RscxkKB44zI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EGkiz9e2UK4/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RscxkKB44zI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EGkiz9e2UK4/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100099600257704754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RscxQqB44yI/AAAAAAAAAFY/BMDfKTFqJ3k/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RscxQqB44yI/AAAAAAAAAFY/BMDfKTFqJ3k/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100099265250255650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RscxB6B44xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Z-7cIIDJjt8/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RscxB6B44xI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Z-7cIIDJjt8/s320/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100099011847185170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only group picture we could get and it had t be candid. pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke at 4pm today. HAHA. exhausted we are. gobbled our packet of rice down w mommy at the dining table entertaining us w her nonsense. then back t the room, lazed round. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heartfelt talks, serious moments, emotions. i know it's hard for you as it is for me. i just hope you'd understand and be patient while i sort this out. &lt;/span&gt;sue came over for abit, check on the rabbits, had a little talk in the balcony and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, thank you for making me feel better&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;boyy called t ask us out for dinner and we took milleniums t decide on a meeting place. and when we finally did, b and i took centuries t get ready and so we were like 2 hours late t meet jo and li hao (jo's st pats mate). felt a bit bad making those two wait for so long but OHWELL. met them at raffles city and finished up jo's pack of food. HAHA. over w the formalities, we couldnt decide what t eat. wandered round like lost souls. shoulder t shoulder w strangers since it was the last day of the fireworks festival and there were throngs of people. millions and millions. and so there we were, the four of us fighting for air, pushing and shoving. and yes I HATE IT. call me a princess, brat whatever. fuck t you, i'm claustrophobic. i hate not having space round me. tried t go t gluttons bay but was stopped by fucking security guards. decided on hk cafe but left after lihao suggested lau pa sat. seemed like a walk from earth t pluto when we finally reached. there were humans EVERYWHERE. scattered, littered, whatever. it was disgusting- the smell of sweat, human bodies, and OH THE NOISE. RAH. finally got a place t sit at 10.50pm and had our long-awaited dinner. (which is summed up by the pictures above). sat there chatting, laughing AND EATING. (i swear baby and i ate like !@#$% much.) till 12.40am then we cabbed back. fucking imba meter. i should curb my splurging habits. it was a great sat spent, made a nice new friend and yes, what can be better than having baby over t spend another night? IT'S SAT NIGHT LOVES, ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it was wonderful walking w you, hand in hand, watching the fireworks. like what you always say, with me and you even the world has t step aside. and yes baby, it was certainly just me and you in our world at that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-931199807835210023?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/931199807835210023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=931199807835210023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/931199807835210023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/931199807835210023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/thing-that-caused-some-serious-human.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RscyUKB441I/AAAAAAAAAFw/0AfHMEcBtBc/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-4048597636327963100</id><published>2007-08-18T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T02:17:19.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80pt; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;为什么世界上会有这种人?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80pt; font-family: &amp;quot;MS Shell Dlg&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O-MY-GOD, i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:72;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-4048597636327963100?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4048597636327963100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=4048597636327963100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/4048597636327963100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/4048597636327963100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-8886607685840294548</id><published>2007-08-17T04:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T04:33:54.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was another simple day spent, out of school. need i say more. i guess you have my routine memorized by now. met b at 8 AND it was raining fishes and bones. what an intelligent idea it was t have breakfast no? so the umbrella didn't help and we were somewhat drenched. colds like mad and shivers like sick kittens. made it t the coffeeshop alive though. had our usual food. and then took a bus back since it was still raining fishes and bones. maybe this time dinosaurs and carcasses. (since the rain got heavier.) OKAY NOT FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw mr grumpy at home getting ready t leave for school and he prob wondered why i was home so early. changed out of my pants and jumped into bed w b. slept within half and hour. AND YES, we were so exhausted we slept for 6 straight hours. woke up went out for late lunch and b sent me home cos she wanted t view someone's pictures. YES FUGLY. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so b just left t go back home for dinner, grab her clothes then come back cos shes spending the night. and prob tmr too since parents are going t be out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love disagreeing w you, arguing w you, frowning and obstinately try t put my point across. because i know at the end of the day, we would still compromise (okay fine, you give in sometimes) and we would smile and make puppy eyes at one another.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; so this is love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was this topic that b and i were talking about last night. regarding how people would react t us being together. i told her that my major concern was her group of friends since i knew i'd have virtually no problems whatsoever w mine. she agreed but told me she honestly doesn't care about what they think and that if they can't accept her being w me, then it reflects on their maturity level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i agree w it, i still won't be hesitant t make it known that if ever, and whoever, has any problem w us being together and they make it known in a nasty way then i won't actually be v nice t that person either. people have t learn that decisions are made based on what we think is best for us. and yes opinions are welcome but don't expect anything t change between us just because of your pathetic little comment. if you have strong objections w homosexuals, keep it t yourself. esp since we are your friends, shouldn't you take on a different perspective in viewing this? honestly, what century is this? lose that narrow mindedness of yours. you're just gonna end up losing us (if not, me) as friends. not that i care very much since we're barely acquaintances. good riddance, the world can do w less homophobs like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm gay and i'm proud of it and i'm not going t change my sexual orientation just based on what YOU think. losing the one i love (YES I LOVE MY B) because of a shallow friend. think again, buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not as if you'd get t read this but perhaps by word of mouth you might know someday. i love felicia and felicia loves me and you can bet on that. if it makes you feel worse, yes, we've only just begun. and it's not about t end so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there has been speculation whether X will give my url t L,M,N. but what can i say? benefit of the doubt.  on second thought, maybe X should give because  it's meant for  L and co since M and N are supposedly more liberal. i stress, supposedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and sue, i'm done w you. never been more clear about it. i wish you luck in whatever you pursue. i've had enough of viewing profiles and uncovering lie after lie. thanks for the memories, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ex-girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-8886607685840294548?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8886607685840294548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=8886607685840294548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/8886607685840294548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/8886607685840294548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-was-another-simple-day-spent-out.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-8328648797501140719</id><published>2007-08-16T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T09:03:29.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dragged myself t school today because i couldnt miss the computing UT. else i'd fail my module. day started off wrong. was late, so was b. a few scathing remarks but nonetheless both had a common grudge against the taxis that were all in hiding or on call. and at the fuck UT which had t fall on this day. got a cab after a billion years. thanks baby for putting up w my grumbling and frowns. i can be quite a grouch in the morning. cabby was a sweet thing who gave me some lozenges t soothe runny nose and a pack of tissues. LOVE. such people are extinct i swear. so the cab fare was a bomb. reached school in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weird stepping into that foreign place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being greeted by that not-so familiar stale air of the Agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surrounded by a sea of faces, all more unknown than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the not-so familiar route up t class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the once-familiar lift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, there were the faces of the people i've not seen for years.&lt;br /&gt;wasn't expecting red carpet treatment- not that i cared&lt;br /&gt;but it was sweet t know that i was missed by people i missed terribly too.&lt;br /&gt;for the other acquaintances i have in class, it's just another eyesore for me t see your faces once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i missed V the most. endearing as ever. adorable as ever.&lt;br /&gt;smiled abit.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes i was happy t be around classmates once more. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but both your faces honestly ruined my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends-turned-strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;barely acquaintances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it stay that way girls.&lt;br /&gt;cos i don't want anything more w you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up skipping class since i had a classic group. couldn't have been better. FUCK. (i'm being sarcastic if you can't tell.) and so lepaked awhile at the vacant class room (oh lovely lunching place and discussions-after-ponning room- IMISSYOU.) w wanigiler and JEFS. they fagged, we talked, sprawled over tables, fooling about, oh the usuals. left for chicken rice opposite. then t jo's place. fit the label of uncouth teenagers perfectly in the mrt. what w all of us watching porn, me and b playing capcom and ra and jo playing need for speed. vulgarities were free-flow from me and b and noise was an understatement from the four of us. disapproving stares, frowns maybe? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we don't care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked, guitar, cards whatever imaginable. yeah it made up the afternoon at jo's place. his mom was such a dear. she made dinner for us which was honestly fucktastic. left soon after and headed back t jurong w my head nestled in baby's neck. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this was and will always be my favourite part of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be obliged t smile at us if you think you can't&lt;br /&gt;we wouldn't want t make you a hypocrite, wouldn't we angel?&lt;br /&gt;you're too pureand innocent for that, no?&lt;br /&gt;and you fatfuck, i know it's really none of my business but stop that 'baby' thing you're doing w your boy because it's honestly, quite appalling. you're supposed t be all sweet and girly. so try something better honey. how about sugarpuff? or candyfloss? or marshmallowpops. something that reflects your immaturity. lose that i'm cool and sexy mentality. you're anything but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH-MI-GAWDD I CANT BELIEVE I'M BITCHIN' BOUT MY EX-BESTFRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;so sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i never once said i make a good friend anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-8328648797501140719?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8328648797501140719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=8328648797501140719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/8328648797501140719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/8328648797501140719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/dragged-myself-t-school-today-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-2181151514335160538</id><published>2007-08-15T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T13:05:23.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT is wrong w you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even chameleons are no match for your ever-changing moodswings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCK MY TITS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;youre screwing my life; im screwing yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP THESE FUCKING GAMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incessant quarrelling over nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNOW WHEN TO QUIT. PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be there for you, i want to be that friend you wish you could have in me, i want to stand by you through your darkest times, i want to carry conversations w you like before, i want to this, i want to that, RAH SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats the point of wanting all these when it just isn't going to happen?&lt;br /&gt;why is it so impossible?&lt;br /&gt;why is it that this phrase 'not lovers, just friends' can't be applied to us?&lt;br /&gt;why has something as simple as friendship become so difficult t foster w you?&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY.&lt;br /&gt;cos it's YOU that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so moodswings are an excuse?&lt;br /&gt;so bad days are an excuse?&lt;br /&gt;so you going through a rough time is an excuse?&lt;br /&gt;so being depressed is an excuse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah ALL THESE COULD BE EXCUSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you knew how t use them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day can never end perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;our conversations can never end perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can never be a perfect memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-2181151514335160538?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2181151514335160538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=2181151514335160538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/2181151514335160538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/2181151514335160538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-is-wrong-w-you.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-5794356865773488044</id><published>2007-08-14T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T03:45:44.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whats the point of blogging when there's only a handful of readers. i really don't know. usually i don't care because i don't blog for an audience but this blog was set up FOR an audience. oh whatever. contradictions contradictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped school. (i'm getting tired of saying this) can't remember much of what i did. had breakfast i think. back t my place. slept. was late t meet jo. poor guy had t wait for years at the library. finally reached and had ljs. then walked round. (what else is there in JE? YOU TELL ME.) library again. found books and settled in a quiet corner. read, tried t read. had cake at the cafe. borrowed the book. titled 'The Makeup Girl' by Andrea Semple. awesome style of writing.  cutting and honest. its hard t find such honesty in writing nowadays. makes for easy reading. ra came later. had our usual laughs. made quite a din in the library. fagged. had dinner together. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what can i say? another simple but perfect day spent w you. and you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my semester break virtually started two weeks ago. school means nothing now. had an early breakfast. back home. same bed, same routine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i never get tired of the same person.&lt;/span&gt; had plans t meet the duo again. this time at bugis. somewhere more 'foreign' i should say. its hard conjuring up plans t occupy the long afternoons. had lunch together. felt lazy, checked into a somewhat budget hostel for bout 4hours. cash-strapped, thats what you get when you skip school daily. left for home round 6.3opm. stifling, thats what it was. faceless humans, incessant yakking, crawling speed, sights and scenes that make me dizzy. but still i stare out of the panel. looking at what, i don't know. i like knowing that everything's a blur, i can't see any details. everything's a pretty colorful mess. i like the nauseous feeling i get, the enigma the sights bring. yes, all these in just one dumb MRT ride. seriously, what's wrong w me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one clip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;play, pause, rewind, play, pause, rewind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this perpetual motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you catch my drift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what can i say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i'm glad you don't know me at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-5794356865773488044?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5794356865773488044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=5794356865773488044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/5794356865773488044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/5794356865773488044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/whats-point-of-blogging-when-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-1672168674170868638</id><published>2007-08-12T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T08:46:24.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Rr8qr6eydWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZeUSdnuijpM/s1600-h/hsahd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Rr8qr6eydWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZeUSdnuijpM/s320/hsahd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097840237127824738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few of the edibles i had today. remember choki choki? the 20cent stick of chocolate. childhood favourite please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Rr8ppaeydVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BgCT4uae-jc/s1600-h/iujd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Rr8ppaeydVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BgCT4uae-jc/s320/iujd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097839094666523986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was on the day we went t ecp, at bedok mrt waiting for scandal and boyy. AND it's t reinforce my point that my b sleeps anywhere and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Rr8pTKeydUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Os14kMnligM/s1600-h/adjkasd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Rr8pTKeydUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Os14kMnligM/s320/adjkasd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097838712414434626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens when JEF visits Toys R' Us. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend flew past w the help of the long-awaited return of the EPL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't remember much. basically spent a simple but sweet saturday w b. naps, food, teabreaks, chats, old movies in youtube and etc. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we don't need t go on extravagant dates. you don't need t lavish luxuries on me. just like how you don't need orotundity of any sort t get t my heart. all it takes are simple gestures, simple moments. such grandeur isn't necessary. ilymsb.&lt;/span&gt; my whole evening was occupied w soccer matches. and it also meant more bonding w my daddy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made b wait for me t get ready. stormed out of the house w a packet of chicken rice which my parents forced me t eat 'otherwise i'll get struck by lightning'. HAHAHA my parents are adorable. so me and b shared the pack of rice and i had a fag. then took 198 t meet boyy at queensway but apparently he's so dumb he doesn't know how t go so we had t get down at the library t wait for him. so went searching for my eyeliner while we waited. finally got one, but it still smudges. pffft. boyy came, bus came. talked billions and reached queensway. had a miserable but pricey bowl of laksa there. walked round, took milleniums t choose the clique's studs. had my first kueh tutu- yeah quite nice. and a cup of corn- yes the corn was swimming in butter since i told the auntie t 'duo yi dian niu you' (add more butter) so yes, now i realised its actually low-grade margarine so yes i'm consuming plastic and i'm not environmental-friendly. HAHA. okay not funny. had a 50cents ice cream after that. then walked t ikea where i had curry puff and shared a hotdog bun w b at ikea bistro. refilled our drink 3 times like typical singaporeans. walked round then went t BK, had my first mushroom swiss and the ever-delicious taro turnover. (DON'T BRING UP THE WEIGHT ISSUE. i decided t spoil myself a little today by eating whatever and whenever (:) sat there for a bit.  then left t take 198 back home. jo dropped at j.e and b sent me off. once again, simple yet fulfilling day. talked t scandal for a bit. had a great dinner, watched a bit of football. arsenal 2 - fulham 1. (IMBA FULHAM KEEPER!)   chelsea 3 - birmingham city 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i know our love is more than just a few alphabets on our ears. you mean so much more than that and having that alphabet on my ear isn't to make known t the world that you're mine. it's more of reminding myself everyday, whenever i look into the mirror that i'm w my b, someone so wonderful, and i'd better cherish if i don't wanna lose everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-1672168674170868638?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1672168674170868638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=1672168674170868638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/1672168674170868638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/1672168674170868638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-few-of-edibles-i-had-today.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Rr8qr6eydWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZeUSdnuijpM/s72-c/hsahd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-3009632141812330183</id><published>2007-08-10T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T08:47:04.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1zY38p0Lpw&amp;NR=1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1zY38p0Lpw&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch the whole thing. HAHAHAHA! cute kid who has stage fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1IDiQqWmYJI&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1zY38p0Lpw&amp;NR=1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1IDiQqWmYJI&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;search=&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1zY38p0Lpw&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMBA GOOD! HAHAHA. listen carefully t what he says. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fVDGu82FeQ&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1zY38p0Lpw&amp;NR=1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fVDGu82FeQ&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;search=&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1zY38p0Lpw&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! he tries t tell his dad that there's 'BLOOD' and he gets irritated when his dad laughs at him. check out that face at 25secs! he makes me wna have kids. adorable thing. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-3009632141812330183?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3009632141812330183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=3009632141812330183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/3009632141812330183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/3009632141812330183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-2289746143555734850</id><published>2007-08-10T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T03:25:13.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECP DAY. yes we&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; skipped school&lt;/span&gt; just t go t ECP and lepak. had breakfast w b early in the morning, then mrted t bedok t meet scandal and boyy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love having your head on my shoulders, i love feeling your rhythmic breathing; memorizing those angelic features i see whenever you're deep in slumber.&lt;/span&gt; waited for them for abit then took a certain number from bedok interchange. alighted and walked under the scorching sun (YES SCORCHING, and i was wearing pants mind you) t St. Pats since boyy wanted t collect his cert. then walked t ECP, found a pavilion and we started talking bout stuffs. bit of a sharing session. heart-to-heart talks, nice lazy moments, good sea breeze, JEFS' usual banter, slightly more serious conversations and of course my quiet moments w b at the breakwater. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so what if i got sun burnt while we were on the breakwater? the quality moments were more than enough t make up for it. &lt;/span&gt;stayed there for quite some time then went off t the arcade t meet up w leon. then t macs for lunch. saw mel at gelare, which was quite a surprise. macs was crazy. we had an awesome time laughing about everything, throwing ice cubes down each others' fronts, (er, both top and bottom), making absolute fools out of ourselves. but no we don't care. that's what i love when i hang out w JEFS. they make me feel comfortable, we do crazy stuffs and are proud of it. there isn't pretence, false fronts, masks. we don't laugh at each others' stupidity, we laugh WITH each other. i feel carefree, loved and happy.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; who needs other cliques when i've found a perfect one? &lt;/span&gt;sure, we have our differences but we still go home w smiles at the end of the day. we still hug each other and do our trademark handshake. i love JEFS. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ECP we went for katong laksa which was imbaly good i swear i could have ten bowls of it. once again quality time spent w all of you guys. then decided t pool. and so pooled for like 2 hours or so. once again proved why i'm the tyco queen at pool. tyco beyond words. they'd know. HAHA! fagged and talked w scandal and jo outside. decided t start smoking once again. like what scandal said. 'it's not whether i can or can't quit. i WANT t smoke. ' so after pooling for a billion years, we bused t tanah merah and said bye t leon and scandal since b and i were spending the night at boyy's place. walked from tanah merah t his place, lost a billion calories i suppose since we were getting high, playing ball, running and singing while we walked. reached his place, changed then went out for dinner, bought beer, got back at midnight. had our long-awaited baths. talked, played our classic t&amp;d, drank and sat round doing what JEF does best- chit chat and laugh. so put b t sleep since that brat injured her ankle. and i smelled like a walking baby's bottom since i had lotion all over me for that goddamn sunburn. went downstairs w boyy for some fresh air, had a very long talk. found out stuffs, shared stuffs w him that i'd never tell anyone else. got home at 6am and b woke up, jo slept. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love the new side i saw of you. i love how i know i'd succumb t you eventually. i love the game of 'tease'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crashed at 7am woke up at 2pm, didn't meet scandal cos she had t spend time w grandma. talked t her on the phone while b fed me my lunch. (: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i like your genuineness, your tender care and concern, your serious eyes, the way you pamper me untiringly. &lt;/span&gt;left boyy's place at 6pm, ljsed at east point then boyy acompanied us home on the mrt. crazyyy but sweet. b came over t my place t watch Live the Dream. and like -ohmygawd, there's Cats in a Cradle!- so b ended up staying over. hahaha! watched me while i ate my dinner, peeled prawns for me in that adorable way i love so much. then lights out and things got a bit wild. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm glad you're happy and i'm grateful for those few sentences that made everything right. it was perfect; everything was. the burning passion between us; secret sides of ourselves that we comfortably exposed. i like knowing that i've reached you even deeper than i already have. i like knowing it isn't just your heart that i've got. i like the wholesome feeling i get now and the sense of ownership i get over you. it makes this whole thing more rooted; more real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;skipped school &lt;/span&gt;AGAIN. it's become a norm, so much so i don't even care anymore. and i'm starting t forget a few of my classmates' faces. but no i don't feel like getting a hold on my life and start going t school. had a tiff w mom in the morning but all's well. slept till noon, boyy came down t jurong from simei. sweet thing. had lunch together then headed t JP t walk round and kill time in toys R' us. then home and b's sleeping on my bed now. gotta wake that brat up t attend a wedding dinner. it's a lonely fri night for me. boyy's out partying, b's out too and so is scandal i guess. i've lost every form of motivation i've got for school. but i'm gna worry about that later. for now, HAPPY WEEKENDS PEOPLE. and finally, the premier league has started! no more boring weekend nights! (: PICTURES SOON BTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;and i miss you even more than before. and reading your blog didn't soothe anything. i just felt worse. and its an uncanny feeling that i'm getting. that soon, i'm not gna be part of your life anymore. while you still are part of mine, may i just say, i miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-2289746143555734850?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2289746143555734850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=2289746143555734850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/2289746143555734850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/2289746143555734850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/wed-ecp-day.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-681352983473716394</id><published>2007-08-07T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T08:25:22.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so yes i ponned school again. somethings really wrong w me. i'm a screwed student. and i thought i would only be like this in sec school. i'm losing my motivation, it's a fucked school and i hate my classmates. wait, do i? i don't know. skipping school is so addictive. b came over early in the morning and we slept till 12.30. had imba lunch where i ever-so meticulously removed the bones from the chicken for that brat. surprisingly, i didn't complain. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's w you that my patience never wanes. it's w you that i seem t want t protect you. it's you that i wanna give the best to. &lt;/span&gt;bused t my beloved bbss. lots of revelations in the bus, oh it was good. i think i'm retarded cos i was actually nervous about gg back t school. oh god, how i miss those teachers, cute as ever. didn't get t see all but important ones. (: was a welcoming sight t see the canteen w the familiar faces of vendors (PURPLE PLATE! (:) and look at little girls w their rolled up skirts, ahlian hair, trying t sit at the canteen w a haughty look and acting like it's orchard that they're in and not school. adorable really. i miss those days where i behaved like that too. nostalgic nostalgic. oh and saw a few old school mates. handsome boy, ben, helmi. what a weird combination but it was nice talking t them once more. we've all grown up now. matured enough t put retarded pasts behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had t leave pretty soon t meet boyy and scandal at town. 77-ed there and saw messiah in the bus. what a pretty boy. so me and b reached early, topshopped and kinokuniyaed. may i say i need money t fall from the sky, or perhaps a sugar daddy/mommy. i don't want t slog, NO. yes call me a brat. so the rest arrived pretty soon, along w wani and fana. walked t fareast t buy tongue studs. they did, JEF went round searching for my eyecandy's shop. found it but she wasn't there. had dessert at Han's where we saw jiali. pretty lady. oh and it was amusing t see how billions of people couldn't recognise b. ljsed soon after then met ken, the tongue-piercer of the day. i was pretty tempted t pierce mine too but b didn't want me t. but i was freaking out anyway. it's okay b, we'll get our tattoos soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished everything then went outside t fag and people-watch. me and boyy had a good time scouting babes and laughing at fat thighs, flat chests, voluptuous ladies, weird body shapes oh and etc. met two of boyy's friends. and talked bout the guys i'd date. subsequently when JEF left for jurong, we talked about the people we'd fuck/get fucked by. hilarious list of names i tell you. oh i love days like these. i feel lazy but accomplished. i feel tired but fulfilled. okay the latter sounded wrong. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b's staying over tmr. cycling plans on thurs. my life can't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;actually it can, i gotta sort this 'lets pon school today' syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;continue like this evan, you'll be a dropout.&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't sound too bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck the future, i love my now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and you, i wonder if you've thought of me like how i've thought about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're the closest thing t perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the one who receives all my affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the comfortable silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the impeccable moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck perfectly phrased sentences and the orotundity that comes along w it&lt;br /&gt;who needs all those when i communicate w your heart?&lt;br /&gt;you're too pure for all these pretentious words.&lt;br /&gt;i hope 'i love you' is pure enough.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-681352983473716394?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/681352983473716394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=681352983473716394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/681352983473716394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/681352983473716394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-yes-i-ponned-school-again.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-8766077192373844193</id><published>2007-08-06T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T09:14:06.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TRANNY DAY TODAY. but i skipped as usual, along w JEFS. yes new member, my beloved scandal. love her like !@#$$#^ much. so we thought of skipping early in the morning and since great minds think alike, it became a confirmed plan. so b came over earlyyyy in the morning. we lepaked at the voideck waiting for my mom t go off t work. then sneaked up like rats and into my own house like we were thieves-.- MYHOUSE mind you. so got some shut eye then boyy called saying that hes at je already. tmd. sometimes when you want people t be on time, they will never be but when you want them t be late, THEY'RE ALWAYS EARLY. so its okay, gave him imba instructions t come over. met him downstairs and waited while he laughed at my black hair. but oh well he was a sweetie as usual. (: breakfast was great then scandal called and rushed us t meet her at je since she already reached. bused over then lepaked at macs. saw marshall! after a billion years, like OH-MY-GAWD. (: exchanged numbers. and smiles. (: sighhh, wonderful feeling of meeting your old crush. HAHA! (steals a glance at b and plants a kiss t reassure) so left round 11 for chinatown. wanted t transit at hotel81 but the cheeblets w dog brains told us ' oh NOOO, our rooms have RULESSS. only can two people' honestly, unprofessional. where's the flexibility, the accomodating attitude they should have for customers. fucktards and fugly fatsos in suits. NO dumbfucks, wearing a suit won't make you more professional. service sector indeed. PAH! so it's okay, didnt waste our breath arguing, went t eat again at chinatown macs where we were beside this gremlin-lookalike. TYPICAL SINGAPOREAN. reserving seats w tissue packs and boyy was so cute cos he didn't know they belonged t someone so he took one of the packets. when the gremlin came back she stared at us out of her cheeby eyes and demanded for the tissue like WOT-EVAA. screw your face you skank. so scandal was openly abusive w her language, i like. (: after that accompanied scandal t town and had a fucktastic time laughing. tried imitating scandal's swaggering way of walking, ass-swaggering i mean. and no i can't do it as well as my sexy bunny does. (looks at b again :D) headed over t boyy's place, slept abit, did two somersaults which caused me t crash into the bed, had a good time w b, had maggi, played guitar, sang songs, dyed hair (yay now someone else's hair is black too!) left boyy's place round 8. cycled t simei. HAHA. and yes, we're def gg cycling on national day. JEFS (L) (:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i really love the quality time JEFS spends together. so what if it means skipping school like crazy? my time is spent worthwhile. and i just wanna be there for the 3 of them in every way possible. for b, boyy and my beloved scandal. i know scandal's gg through a rough time right now BUT WE'RE GONNA STAND BY YOU ALL THE WAY. screw that ugly bitch. ludicrous, really.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you make me want you so badly, but. (:&lt;br /&gt;and you make me want t never wake up from my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and you put my worries t ease w one smile.&lt;br /&gt;and you make my world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-8766077192373844193?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8766077192373844193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=8766077192373844193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/8766077192373844193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/8766077192373844193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/tranny-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-6811051314210977223</id><published>2007-08-05T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T05:21:02.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;sat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now where was i. okay so yeah, after ljs and bus rides and all went back home, napped awhile. waited for sue t come, had dinner tog. then back home, played ball, ordered mcdelivery at round 3am (imba mc wings!) then bed at 4am. was exhausted. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you for showing me you still care, that i'm still your princess. though i don't know how long this royal treatment will last, thank you for your patience, and antics t cheer me up whenever i'm down. if ever, you find someone who can displace me, go ahead. i want t see you happy the way you want t see me smile too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so a night without b wasn't easy. met b early this morning. supposedly t have breakfast but ended up sleeping from 10-2. haha, had my beloved rats' tail and b with her youmian. decided t buy hair dye and so got Revlon's Deep Burgundy in the twinpack which was so cheap we couldn't help but gape. oh basically we chose that one because the model on it was pretty. HAHAHA. superficial, typical evan. dyed it and its cheebsly nabsly nabzz black now. whatever. don't ask me about it. i might snap your head off. BUT ITS OKAY. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you always know the right words t say t make me smile and feel happy. even if i'm the ugliest cheeblet on earth, you will always tell me i'm beautiful. that's why you're definitely going t hell, for lying so much. but it's okay, imma go w you.&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA okay. shut up. i'mma go dine now. w my black hair. but it's okay. i feel young again! whats w all the ugly, cheena gangster orange, blonde, red hair anyway? or the yalamish brown? YAY BLACK. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i get affected by anna and the king. moron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-6811051314210977223?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6811051314210977223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=6811051314210977223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/6811051314210977223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/6811051314210977223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/sat-now-where-was-i.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-8637278570565926811</id><published>2007-08-05T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T02:35:14.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped school (pre-planned) and so morning calls and msgs disrupted my sleep. wound up being late t meet jo. poor guy had t come all the way t lakeside aft grabbing the rugby ball and the volleyb from school. simei to woodlands to lakeside. HAHA loveyou lah! okay so b came over in the morning w breakfast and t wait while i woke up then met jo then we went for breakfast. they ate, i watched. walked t lakeside. mrted t harbour front. saw a pretty swedish girl w her guy at sentosa and were happily speculating where she was from till b went up t ask. HAHA! silosoed for awhile, got sun-kissed (not burnt yet), played ball, scouted for babes, complained about expensive mineral water, envied jc kids who were having fun, ate my cold burger, enjoyed the company and waited a billion years for scandal and her guy t come. but they never did since we got sick of the sun and sand and decided t meet at plaza sing t lepak instead. hitting the showers after tanning is love i tell you. the water was so cold i complained and jo could hear me from the male showers. i went something like 'WAH cheebye very cold sia' HAHA. so i love mrt rides w JEF. theyre always highly entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached plaza sing, met the lovebirds at starbucks, fagged abit, then ate lunch at the foodcourt, once again laughed and made a fool out of ourselves but it was fun. took pics (without leon since hes camera shy) and oh, it was fun. after which me, b, jo and scandal went t fort canning park t play ball. DAMN THOSE MOZZIES WHO KISSED ME. no frenchkissed our legs rather. but it was crazy and wacky. oh being w those 3 is always like that. (: but i love. so since we couldnt stand getting raped by those damn mozzies any longer, we walked back t park mall's Han's and had drinks and I HAD MY FIRST MOUTHFUL OF APPLE CRUMBLE. (thank you jo) THEN, like a pack of travelling wolves (HAHAHA! i don't know why travelling wolves) we went back t yoshinoya ( b pronounces it as 'Yoshiyoshiya' HAHAHA) at plazasing t meet leon and david. lepaked there for the longest time ever. and yes, b looks good in caps. (: had a billion sushi s from cold storage w jo. imbaly nice. okay so i'm not a very adventurous sushi-eater. took pics AGAIN, talked bla. then went out of ps, fagged, then over t an open field near a under-construction condo t play more ball. can't describe the mad things we do, or the crazy laughs we share. its these moments that i live for. and not t mention, my b. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN. the rest left while JEF had our cold-storage outing. and had fun teasing a particular ben nv ren about the names of fish, veges and fruits. laughed till i died. okay fine, we laughed at absolutely everything and anything. scrutinised cheeses, pointed out facial washes we like, ice-cream flavors, marvelled at the king prawn ( i even took a pic of it!), laughed at the bread-woman who went 'two-fifteh, two fifteh, only two fifteh' HAHA. THEN headed home w b who spent the night. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they don't need t know what i felt, the degree of happiness, how my heart was kept warm by you, how you answered those unasked questions, how you once again showed me why i fell in love w you and the magic that happens when i'm w you. you never cease t amaze me and surprise me. as long as you know that i feel you; i feel us. that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at 6am, woke at 2 for ljs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a special bus ride and more special moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i'll treasure them all; i'll treasure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sat and sun t be posted later. cos im eating sweetpotato and i'm lazy. there i said it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrWYjaeydTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/J6yOlfNuhik/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrWYjaeydTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/J6yOlfNuhik/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095146287610885426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after showering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrWYT6eydSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gAtnSifgkvo/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrWYT6eydSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gAtnSifgkvo/s320/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095146021322913058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smirking at starbucks. fugly pics, thats what b always takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrWX3aeydQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/b3exq3fdRRs/s1600-h/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrWX3aeydQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/b3exq3fdRRs/s320/pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095145531696641282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sums up my fri. i love you guys.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-8637278570565926811?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8637278570565926811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=8637278570565926811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/8637278570565926811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/8637278570565926811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-world-fri-skipped-school-pre.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrWYjaeydTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/J6yOlfNuhik/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-8239651412635613800</id><published>2007-08-02T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:34:14.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrHub6eydOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XoTSoQuPvnA/s1600-h/qefdsf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrHub6eydOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XoTSoQuPvnA/s320/qefdsf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094114816855012578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i don't know which nippleface took this photo while i crashed during 2nd break. this was on tuesday i don't know why i was so tired i just was. so lay on the dusty, mites-infested carpet (okay lah, i'm exaggerating) and slept for a billion years. see how i'm curled up like a prawn? yes that pretty much tells you how cold RP's air conditioning is. (i'd love t type 'Brrr.' now but realised its quite appallingly act cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrHtkKeydNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/e5LzfjGQOPA/s1600-h/30-07-07_1347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrHtkKeydNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/e5LzfjGQOPA/s320/30-07-07_1347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094113859077305554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was Mr fish who was the centre of attention on Monday. YES it is a condom. hahaha. so jo and jacky are nooblets cos we had a bet before jo tore open the packet and we had t guess the color of the rubber. so i pawned them when i said yellow while they came up w weird colors like pink and green or whatsoever. dumb males. HAHA! so filled it up w water, laughed our asses off and put it on the chair t let it wobbles like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;, went t school for UT. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love my 7.30ams&lt;/span&gt;. breakfast at macs then had UT. since it was the fat faci day, i decided t pon and no i don't give a fuck if it's my 5th x. i don't like the module, i don't like the faci's fuck face, yes so leaving is normal. went over t the opp class w aa, jo, wani, fana, scandal. nels and iman came for awhile and i tried playing dota and screamed my ass off since it was impossibly retarded. so fana and wani fagged and the room smelt like a ktv lounge. only things missing were mamasans and fugly cheenapianged women. played rugby (okay more like tossing rugby ball) for abit and goddamnit i can't seem t make my ball spin. cheebs. decided t head t tampines w all of em but an accident happened right before we left. HAHAHA. laughed till i rolled on the floor. wani's eyes are big, no? HAHAHA! walked t CWP in the sweltering heat, under the blazing sun. yes, vocab must be used for emphasis. took the bwgly nabzly cheebly cheeb cheebs long bus ride t tampines. i swear it was a journey from pluto to singapore. it didn't help that the air conditioning seems t be malfunctioning so yes, curses and swears like mad in the bus. it was like being in an oven on wheels. thought i might be a merlion when i alighted after 1hour plus but surprisingly no. met leon then had ljs at tampines mall where jo was my dustbin, sweet thing. then headed out t the open air thing found a corner t lepak. fagged abit, talked a lot, sprawled bodies, relaxing in the shade. god i love this sort of life. i love sniggering at those stuck in school doing the ppt while we were out there having a good time. i love my clique. they're such wonderful people. hung round till evening where we joined this SAC girl and friend for a bit of volleyball and that's how i injured the nerves on my right hand. it hurts like piles in your backside. me, jo, scandal, leon and aa had a cheeky talks, sadistic teasing over a certain fat someone, and oh, it was love. headed home at 8, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slept comfortably on that shoulder which gave me all the security i needed&lt;/span&gt;. reached home at 9. safely. (: yes imba 1hr mrt ride. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;used t hate long mrt rides, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad we talked about the boundaries, i'm glad you were not shocked by what you found out, i'm glad you made me feel comfortable about everything. i'm glad you said whatever i needed to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO i'm skipping school tmr for sentosa w the loves again. HAHA can't wait! sun, sea and sexy things. what more need i ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it's getting cold between us. so tell me where's the good in goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OH AND PICTURES FOR TODAY, visit www.friendster.com/evanrocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing, when we were lepaking jo and i tried t be funny and so he taught me the haka (which is the thing the All Blacks do before their rugby match) and i did it w aa videoing it. at the last moment, that monkey RAHed at me and i screamed like i was having multiple orgasms. HAHAHA okay whatever it is, its hilarious and we all had a good laugh! (: &lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iayc3io_V8k"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iayc3io_V8k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-8239651412635613800?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8239651412635613800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=8239651412635613800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/8239651412635613800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/8239651412635613800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-i-dont-know-which-nippleface-took.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrHub6eydOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XoTSoQuPvnA/s72-c/qefdsf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-7600063750442397413</id><published>2007-08-01T07:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T07:50:17.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrCcyaeydKI/AAAAAAAAADk/NayY_FNS1mM/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrCcyaeydKI/AAAAAAAAADk/NayY_FNS1mM/s320/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093743568471880866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrCbSKeydJI/AAAAAAAAADc/4bgMxvxK8eE/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrCbSKeydJI/AAAAAAAAADc/4bgMxvxK8eE/s320/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093741914909471890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ages ago. at the library. aa's camera shy! and i need a haircut. HINT PRECYBABY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrCaM6eydGI/AAAAAAAAADE/JiZoF3Rj1Gw/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrCaM6eydGI/AAAAAAAAADE/JiZoF3Rj1Gw/s320/DSC00259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093740725203530850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrCZ7KeydFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/f88-LuMkEqE/s1600-h/shakeit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrCZ7KeydFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/f88-LuMkEqE/s320/shakeit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093740420260852818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrCZrqeydEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GPT7qOKqlEM/s1600-h/lay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrCZrqeydEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GPT7qOKqlEM/s320/lay.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093740153972880450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us at e5! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-7600063750442397413?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7600063750442397413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=7600063750442397413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/7600063750442397413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/7600063750442397413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/ages-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RrCcyaeydKI/AAAAAAAAADk/NayY_FNS1mM/s72-c/Image017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-2120269377328747820</id><published>2007-08-01T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T07:52:53.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tranny day today. i can't remember much of school but we had a debate. pretty fun but ohwell we changed teams so. er. self-explanatory. woulda been better w the old team though. changes changes. OHWELL. after school jo and the rest had War Cry and full dress rehearsal so me, nels and aa decided t stay back t wait for them. aa had her beloved youmian while i ate some milkshit corn. notso nice. had a short talk w nels in the canteen. finished eating went t the Lawn and found a nice corner at e5 t lepak and watch the whole thing. cheerleaders were bwgly imba. i can't imagine being tossed up so high please? now that explains why im not in one of those fugly flair skirts. the drums were good too, made me wish i hadn't walked out on my first practice. all in all it was nice t sit from a corner and observe the kanchiong spiders move about while the emcees and incharge screamed at them w sentences like ' i don't want t see this tmr when the PM comes' and 'you have t move faster!' yes, SCREAM. i guess they strived for perfection. the Lawn looked pretty awesome, guess RP spent lots of money. well, why wouldn't they be rich? employ security guards t go round patrolling and give out fines t the billion smokers in RP. $50 mind you. yes, once again, RP is rich? tell me about it. so nels, aa and me killed time by taking photos but 'll upload them next time since nels hasnt sent em t me. (YES NANA, hurry!) the rugby boys were good, Haka was cool. so jo came and looked for us after everything since it drizzled halfway. brought a pack of rice which he shared w me. (THANKYOU LAH MOO(: ) so stuffs my mouth like mad since i was starving.  THEN hang round awhile more before leaving for CWP-LJS w iman, nels, jo and aa. had a hilarious dinner there. sat there long after we finished our food laughing our heads off at nels who couldnt pronounce a billion words. HAHA. i love you guys lah. :D and i know IKNOW philosophy bags are bigger than my body. shit. but i love the teasing and i love my friends. then headed home. safely. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIPS DAY! HAHA. oh i love that cheeky thing i tell you. aa skipped her class t crash mine and vips was cheeky about it. met up w luc and izzy for lunch at the cafe tog w aa. and oh yes it was a successful first meetup. MORE TO COME YES! sis is funny as always, izzy charmed and aa fitted in well! accompanied them t carpark where sis puffed then back t class. ppt was cool (it always is w my commpract team!) then after school was in a dilemma. the lot of us didnt know where t go. so since jo had time t spare, me and aa dined w him at cwp while ra went off t meet leon, wanigiler &amp; fanajambu went for JUMP i think. so after dinner jo ran back t school (sweetie i'm sorry i didn't watch you perform) and me and aa went back t bb, waited while she grabbed her clothes etc then back t my place (WE BUS-ED AROUND OKAY! financial advisor at work (: ), rushes like mad since ra was complaining and demanding we get our asses t town by 9.30 (AND IT WAS ALREADY 9, we were at jurong!) cabbed t lakeside then mrted down where we were supposed t meet at heeren but after getting off she told us t meet at wisma. shitttt, then walks down and met the two lovebirds. and erm, yes they showed us what PDA is all about. tsk. HAHA! waited for them while listening to the live band 'Cats in a Cradle' at The Sanctuary.  and hell yeah, they're good. SO WE WARMED OUR ASSES FOR A BILLION YEARS before wani, fana, jo and the two girls' boyfriends Wan and something arrived. they wanted booze so we decided t just chill at The Sanctuary by IndoChine since it was right in front of us. great ambience, fantastic music ( w a fuckable vocalist, Jeffrey the Hot thing) and yes, took a billion years t order our drinks since we didn't know what was nice. ended up having Singapore Sling, jo w his mojito ( this drink is awesome!), raleon w their choco martini (awesome too!), two boyfriends w jack daniel's and two girls w their blue lagoon or whatever. fagged like we were chimneys (okay maybe them.) people-watched which is my hobby, got fascinated by watching a coupla guys trying t hook up w this particular caucasian chick. and yes, did i tell you how hot Jeffrey is? so yes, basically enjoyed the company and the ambience. the two couples had t leave early so it was raleon and JEF left. talked bit more, got comfortable, witnessed an awesome guitar solo and oh, it was a good night. raleon left at 1.30 or so. and thats when everything was screwed for me. had another of my dizzy spells, wanted t puke so bad i thought i might die. we hung round till 2.30 or so while jo and aa waited for me to wait for my damn vomit t come out but it just refused. stubborn, like its owner. HAHA. so i thought i was going t die. thanks jo you're such a sweetie, for the evian and rose. ((((: you made me a happy girl you sweet thing. and aa for making you worried, i'm really sorry. cabbed back at 3. got out of the cab and became a merlion by the side of the road. HAHAHA. reached home w aa, tried t do rj but my head was too oozy so slept at 4, woke at 7 t do rj. then we slept till 4pm which was today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so didn't meet luc and izzy for pool, didn't lunch at indulgz either. since it was evening we were afraid indulgz would be too crowded so decided t dine at fish&amp;amp;co instead. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was a perfect evening, special day, and i had love for company&lt;/span&gt;. ate till we almost threw up. then bought bubble tea and now we're back home. she's sleeping beside me now while i blog. gotta wake her up t go home soon. there's fucking UT and fucking school tmr. RAH. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and yes it was the perfect moment, you phrased it perfectly and you gave me the perfect feeling. i know you'll make this work out. we will. i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and amidst all the crazy happenings, i missed you, the irreplaceable one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the two who were once close t us, we're sorry this is happening. but it's undeniable. the rift between us is growing, rather rapidly. what a classic example of acquaintances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-2120269377328747820?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2120269377328747820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=2120269377328747820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/2120269377328747820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/2120269377328747820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/monday-tranny-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-8816774559679624771</id><published>2007-07-29T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T10:23:18.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i slept at 7plus this morning cos i was on the phone w moo all night long. aa crashed at round 3. moo moo moo. its great t talk t you simply cos i can talk about everything under the sun. from serious issues to bitching to soccer to wrestling to my problems to your problems. everything, anything. thank you buddy! so slept when the sun rose and couldnt really wake up t meet sue for breakfast. she came over and had t watch me sleep for 2hours (sorry sweetie) and finallyyyy i decided t get my ass out of bed and have some imbaly nice rats tail! not literally lah. its that imba dish that aa weirdly dubs as "mee-tai-mak" -.- i don't care its rats tail. so rushed like mad since i was already late t meet aa and jo. met aa at 2pm she went home w me while i changed at like lightning speed and grabs the soccer ball and heads t queenstown t meet jo who was already there practising some dumb magic trick. so teases his D&amp;G shirt. dolce, dolchey, doisay. HAHA. so since jo hadnt eaten, i brought them t have some good chicken rice. was the dustbin as usual, finishing up scraps left on the plate. and did i say i love sugarcane juice w lemon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after their lunch walked t queenstown stadium and played on the nice squishy muddy wet nice spongey whatever field. barefooted. yes i was freaking happy even though i was as dirty as a pig. it woulda been great if i brought extra clothes cos trust me i woulda rolled from one goal post t the other. they both took advantage of my short stumpy legs which had no strength t kick the ball and made me be the goalkeeper. HAHA. a dwarf goal keeper. shoulda taken a pic t show you guys the view from the freekick spot. i looked pathetically small. monkeyed on the field for quite a bit, running, passing balls, feeble attempts on my part t kick the ball into the net (THE BALL JUST CAN'T FLY THE WAY AA AND JO'S ONES CAN! shiet.) after that headed t the stands for more ball games, this time throwing and catching, monkey, netball, jumping, tackling, volleyball even. oh it was fun. time spent w JEF is always fun! (:     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love the power in your kicks. you impress me. like always. its something you do best; its your forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then headed up t the clubhouse t wash our filthy mudcake legs. hehe was sweating like cheeblets then. wanted t pool but realised they shifted t depot building already. so went off t shell t buy drinks and t queenstown library's cafe galilee t have cheesecakes and truffles. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh i love writing in choc syrup. and i love black hearts&lt;/span&gt;. and jo is a lousy magician. left soon after t the nearby block where i gave jo a haircut. WHICH WAS IMBA NICE OKAY. can't stand myself. snips and snaps and tada his bowl head was gone and replaced w a nice clean looking cut. JO YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME! played more monkey there then went off since me and aa were late for dinner. cabbed back from lakeside. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love how you make me feel important by insisting you have your way even when youre late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love how i always feel thinner after exercising and games. HAHA this shows how powerful my mind is cos apparently i've not lost any weight. -.- YET. and w this the weekend comes t an end. i like matching outfits day. and so i know i'll like monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wild night with the loves on tues, indulgz bistro with you on wed. i can't seem t mask my anticipation.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but you, you'll never be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; my sweet love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, i'll never forget you, never ever forget how you touched my life in that special way. and that special feeling that only you can make me feel. and how you taught me whats love and how to allow myself to explore and discover stuffs. yes i loved every moment and i've never regretted anything ever since 25th april. and i never once knew this was what people called love. you showed me how my past relationships were just foolish immature fun times spent and was nowhere near love. you showed me how vulnerable i could be, how weak i was without you and how strong you could make me. i'm gonna miss having you by my side so much so i might cry t sleep every night but i know you wouldn't want me t do that. this isn't goodbye, never was, never will be. you'll always have that place and that key to my heart. i'll always love you. thanks for the memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, i know we're nowhere near the start of anything new. i know youre comfortable w the way things are now and i have no intention t rush you. thanks for being there always. whatever we might be in the future, i love my now. lets just take this slow shall we? anytime you're ready t take my hand, i'll be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-8816774559679624771?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8816774559679624771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=8816774559679624771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/8816774559679624771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/8816774559679624771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday-so-i-slept-at-7plus-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-1947778242649854783</id><published>2007-07-28T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T07:23:16.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I FINALLY WENT T SCHOOL PEOPLE. proud of me or? okay so it felt good t be back in class. missed the loves. (okay, just some.) err it was nice faci day and thank god it was time t change team and so we were allowed t draw lots (didnt i alr say shes the nice faci) and yes i got wonderful people in my team so it made my friday even better. problem was retard shit but my team's cute okay. and i loved my shirt that day. actually its aa's shirt. and she wore my jersey. so school ended pretty fast. had a nice surprise at 2.25pm. thank you love (: and after school was sitting happily w aa reading some horoscope shit( yes i believe in it) when GUESS WHO STROLLED IN. hehe. SUE! so yes, nice surprise abit of talks here and there. and RP was giving out these imbaly nice biscuits. called petit brunch or something. and yes i koped 5 packets home and had 3 packets in school. since it was fri, we had our usual exercise/sports. met the guys after their gym borrowed soccer ball and rugby ball and went round finding courts. played awhile at the bball court then shifted t agora where the sweat poured down our heads like rivers. GOOD. it shows im burning fats. and yes i know i'm smart because i cut my right pinky deep w my left pinky fingernail -.- blood pearls (HAHAHA) formed and i ran t the toilet t wrap it in toilet paper then continued playing till 7. went t CWP for ljs. ( i had ice milo only though) then since sue didnt call yet me jo and aa went t WCC t play more ball. and oh i just love JEF. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed t lakeside at 8plus reached at 9 and yes i love writing draft messages in the train. met sue headed home and was starving like a dog. watched liverpool vs. portsmouth BAC final. yes the new players impressed. so sue stayed over and i had a fattening dinner. slept at whatever time. i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i love it when you treat me like a princess and let me indulge in those magical moments. or maybe i should say, you both. became a grain of salt in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you both. i don't know how i do but i still do and it breaks me t leave either. i hate the complexity and the pain it brings. i want this t end soon. but i don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;satTODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up w puffy lil eyes and refused t see the world. HAHA. you bathed them for me and once again i received royal treatment. sue left round 2 and i went t sleep after having disgustingly inedible roti john. dog food i tell you. so aa tricked me (she calls it a white lie-.-) and woke me up from my sleep telling me i had a parcel outside. smackable i tell you, really. so was forced t drink some sickeningly sweet almond shit which is said t cure coughs. i love talking about case scenarios. and i love choosing matching clothes. (:  dined at ljs, AGAIN. whats makes a good sat you ask me? 2 tsp of clam chowder, black tees, entwined fingers, SSC, mochas, assurances, paddingtons, scents and smiles. i love them all. (: but where's the much hyped-about photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i never once forgot about the other, i swear. so maybe its time for me t decide. clearly this thing can't go on forever. its exhausting, asphyxiating, numbing and oh so cruel. not something i would wanna do. because i love you. and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im home. parents out, bro sleeping or whatever. and yes the night is still young. i really wish i coulda been at the singapore indoor stadium today t watch WWE(YES THEYRE ON TOUR! batista!(: ) w pok and nel. but, sadly i can't. and so W26P is separating. mixed emotions but i'm gna miss the whole lot of you (another post on that soon) and JUMP is this coming tues. not sure if the clique's hitting the dance floor or crashing the party or drinking by ourselves. whatever it is, i swear imma have fun. I LOVE MY LIFE NOW. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe not, not until i get that decision over and done with.&lt;/span&gt; HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND MY LOVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s there are 2 YOUs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-1947778242649854783?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1947778242649854783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=1947778242649854783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/1947778242649854783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/1947778242649854783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/fri-yes-i-finally-went-t-school-people.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-1632907600878163623</id><published>2007-07-26T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:56:31.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was deciding what t wear the night before since the next day was dress t impress for enterprise. but ended up skipping school, AGAIN. yes. so i guess the rest of the class had fun but the top 4 ponners didnt go. (me dom ra wani) so whatever. day was love. it always is whenever i skip school. so slept quite a bit then met kelson at j.e tog w aa for dinner (but it was my breakfast and lunch. HAHA) was a billion centuries since i last saw kelson. HAHA! skinny! so she treated us t dinner. and ate like bwg-ly fast since i was starving like a 3rd world child. (yes all the way coughing like a dog) then couldnt think of where t go so headed t library t 'lepak' but that only lasted for 15min and someone had this bright idea t go watch a movie but ended up not watching since there was no goddamn show. SO. another bright idea by whoever was t go t jp. -.- but ended up not going too. THEN another bright idea t go play pool. and so i sat there and became an ice cube while aa and kel played billions of rounds w each other. my only entertainment was kel's lakerol sweets and disturbing the person racking the balls for a new round. other than that, it was just being an ice cube. then we went for supper nearby then heads home and yeah. erm. yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped school once more. HAHA! (fuckng addictive i tell you) and yes. i quite love thurs. and b/w looks good on some people. met sue for abit in the afternoon. heavy rain, got drenched. couldn't tell the tears from the rain. whatever. shivered like an abused kitten then headed home t get changed then out for lunch w aa. after lunch went back home, napped till evening and aa went home, sue came over. floods the world again. EMOTIONS EMOTIONS. so yes. i had a fucktastic dinner. phonecalls, confusion, heartaches, all lah. i will not be a grain of salt anymore. and i love my friends. okay maybe just some. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't like making decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT GOING T SKIP SCH TMR. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt; (i said no didn't i?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND CAN I FUCKNG BRAG ABOUT AN ACHIEVEMENT SINCE I RARELY ACHIEVE THINGS IN MY LIFE. HAHAH.  bbss sent me a letter telling me of some ' principal's book of bilingual awards ' or whatever you call it. YES. i'm happy. HAHAHA. at least i don't leave that damn school w something. but ican't attend the annual awards ceremony since i have class and ican't skip since it would be my 5th X. i'm happy oh yes i am. now you sour grapes out there, sing w me! EVAN THE IMBA WOMAN. WON A LANJIAO BOO-OK PRIZE. AND IF YOU EVER SAW IT YOU WOULD SAY IT WAS TYCO. (erm it's t the tune of Rudolph the Red nosed reindeer. HAHAHA don't lie you know you want t sing it out loud t make sure) BYE NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1020.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-1632907600878163623?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1632907600878163623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=1632907600878163623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/1632907600878163623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/1632907600878163623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/wed-was-deciding-what-t-wear-night.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-333425052559077486</id><published>2007-07-24T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T04:23:05.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA. hello world! so yes we ponned and i feel damn bad. i love you vips. really. went opp w ra, aa and jo. blasted songs, ate, played games, confessions, carried, slapped, punched, and erm, we made it our 800th. (: so time flew like a fast bird (what birds fly fast huh?) and then jo had rugby, ra went off w minah and prettyfana. so me and aa went back tog. (: i love the way you can read me like a book. i love the way you can tell what i'm thinking. i don't feel stupid at all. in fact, anything but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home, routine as usual. (: then aa told me something. and i realised that all along i've been treated like a fool. yes people, my partner "dumped" me and i was still in the dark. oh maybe not "dumped" since there was no longer any status t begin w. all's well. i feel surprisingly calm, in fact it's as if i can breathe easier now. i don't wish t listen t any explanations if the person even has any because i'd be hurting my ears. thanks for making me clearer in the head as t what kind of person i should avoid for a relationship now and most importantly, thanks for assuring me that what i was thinking all along was right; that this should have ended a few months back and that yes my heart no longer belongs t you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me well, i'll wish you well. all's well. friends forever. HAHA. oh and thanks for the memories. wonderful wonderful But. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to mdxg, i know how serious you are and i really mean it when i say i enjoy every damn moment. for now i just need time i do not want t hurt anyone, anything so t quote you, 'i'm enjoying my now very much'. lets just see how it goes. and yes i have a soft spot for people who can read minds. (: and also for people who finds reassuring me as a privilege instead of a chore. and i love weaklings who are as weak as ethanoic acid but can be as strong as a horse too. you know who you are. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still love all you darling readers. HAHA. ALOT REALLY. okay bye now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-333425052559077486?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/333425052559077486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=333425052559077486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/333425052559077486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/333425052559077486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/tues-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-4805772063915786680</id><published>2007-07-23T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T19:46:49.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i love my saturdays. initial gyming plans were cancelled cos of the lazy bugs. yes i know. i will never lose weight if i continue being this way. but oh whatever. woke at idontknow when. dont know what i did. aa cabbed over and made me rush like mad. got dressed super fast rushed down bused to j.e and longjohned. then met sue at chi garden. home. and then. and then. (: may i reiterate.  i love my saturdays. SHUT UP DONT QUESTION ME. (yes you, that idiot w the burning qn in your head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: i love sun mornings too. and i cant remember the rest. (nono i really can't remember not that i don't wna say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped school since i was nabbzly sick. but. and yes i love mondays. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its love day today. BUT. i might pon again w aa ra jo and maybe nels. school is intolerable. esp for a sick cat(: like me. and i love playing literati and pool w JEF. OWNAGE OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes mom, i do give special treatment. 730, i love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-4805772063915786680?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4805772063915786680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=4805772063915786680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/4805772063915786680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/4805772063915786680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/fri-cant-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-996710537578706721</id><published>2007-07-20T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T08:47:14.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todays relax day. fridays are always nice. mine didnt exactly begin well though. woke up late. cabbed down t lakeside which cost me a billion dollars since there wasnt a traffic jam all the way to Mars what. thanks aa for waiting for me. boarded the train a billion years later. some person itchy backside didn't order any mac breakfast on the train but when reached CWP then say hungry and insists on gg down. met oats, zoe and jo while gg down they left first since it was alre 9 and yes class starts at 9am( 15min grace though) so accompanies and then walks t school met scandal at W1 then class started. dumb problem, understood nothing. played lots of games. COME, LET ME RECOMMEND. stand o' burger, burger island, turbo pizza are all imba fun. plays till you cry. really. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school was over fast. oats and zoe left first. so i decided t lose a bit of weight today. dined w aa jo nels and then headed to the Agora to kick ball, play rugby, monkey and netball. HAHAHA. monkey was cheebs again cos whenever i had t be monkey the 3 of them would laugh. HUH. so i think im starting t like throwing rugby balls. and someday yes someday 'll make a good tackle. HAHAHA. fats burnt at a fast rate i hope since nels that nana made me train t jump. shit. i think i wasnt huffing and puffing (to blow the house down. dont get it nvm). indeed v fat. so the exercise did me good but left me w sore muscles and metal eyes (so heavy keeps wanting t close). finished our games then stayed t do RJ w the world and realises that my windows media player doesnt work normally thanks to oats who meddled w it today. gotta ask her on monday. THEN HOME. thanks jo and aa for the pain inflicted. and for letting me inflict pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, my bruises are gonna own the world. and i'm gg gyming tmr. may i lose a billion pounds of fats. BYE FAT TUB OF LARD EVAN. HELLO NEW NOTSO-FAT TUMMY ME. i'm gna be toned as hell. HAHA. ENVIES RIGHT. okay. shit. BYELAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-996710537578706721?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/996710537578706721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=996710537578706721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/996710537578706721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/996710537578706721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/todays-relax-day.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-5303461474548352825</id><published>2007-07-19T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T09:36:17.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preacher day. school is mundane. she just made it worse. was early enough t have breakfast. i hate that tammzzly old hag at mcdonalds. forever screwing up orders. perhaps theyre too complicated for her shrinking brain to process. then don't work. go to the govt and beg for money, lie and say you got scammed by people and that teenagers dont give up their seats to you. seek sympathy. idiot, just don't work. stay at home and plan for your funeral. think of the troupe you wna get, what clothes you want t be burnt w you and what shade of lipstick the undertaker should put for you. nabbzzz. so old still work. and screw up MY orders a billion times. go lepak at your senior citizen corner and throw your metal ball on the sand pit (whatever that game is called i can't remember the name). i swear i'm staying far away from your counter next time you einstein era thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes back to preacher. preached her lungs out i didn't bother listening. group was love. role play was hilarious. class ended quick or did it not i don't remember don't care. went to hk cafe t eat w zoe, oats and aa. more of a belated bday dinner w zoe. freezed in there, overall nice ambience but freaking sells their coffeeshop standard teh peng at $2.90. and in a metal tin w a handle. shit then made me feel like i'm an inmate in jail right. tamz. so walked round and headed home. suddenly i love waiting in line for the bus t come even if it takes a billion light years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i think i'm a spoilt brat. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tub of lard day. needless to say the ponning bugs were back. hahaha. had delifrance for breakfast where i made a mess and dropped crumbs on the carpet like hansel and gretel. (if you dont know the story, go and hang yourself really) then ms. lard gave out chocs and me and scandal decided t stay and get the chocs then skip class. HAHA. headed next door for a session of 'Monkey' with jo's plushie. fucking self entertaining. all the more entertaining for them since i'm quite a dwarf and so can be the monkey forever. blasted music, tried t sleep (CONTRADICTION I KNOW) then jo came late so he decided t skip too and then it was the 4 of us (the kbox clique again). stayed in sch till noon then decided t go hk cafe t eat again. walking from rp t woodlands has never been so entertaining. kicks bottles like mad and aspired t be soccer players but failed badly. HAHA.  so travelled like a traveller to cityhall. journey was from here to your backside. slept and watched people sleep. (: and ate then t esplanade t lepak inside where the security guard was so anal. screw his backside. then jo went back t school for rugby.  then out to the waterfront. and. HAHAHA. i think i got reincarnated there. don't get it nevermind. HAHA. oh and the group of SMU students there were behaving like brats out on an excursion. hurts my ears w their noise. cheebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so headed home in the evening met sue at lakeside, trudged home and gamed till 10.30pm. had late dinner as usual. and happily looks forward t tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats there to look forward to ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;still the same nabbzzly school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe there is.&lt;br /&gt;BYELAH.&lt;br /&gt;flicks nose shit at all of you-&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA retard. what was that for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-5303461474548352825?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5303461474548352825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=5303461474548352825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/5303461474548352825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/5303461474548352825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/wednesday-preacher-day.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-4733557469250988911</id><published>2007-07-17T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:19:44.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todays vips day which is love day. but the irony is i skipped halfway. met ra jo aa for breakfast, zoe joined. happy 17th bday darling. so we were happily burgering and then realised that we're late so rushes like mad t school and was ten min late for ut. tesoro (my laptop) decided t die on me so i had t ask vips for paper but i realised its been nabbzzly long since i used a pen so my handwriting was imba nice. i myself couldnt understand what i was writing and then tesoro recovered so used laptop for ut instead. types like woodpecker. noisy like shit. finished ut changed group today. dumb problem. jo slept, dom needforspeeded, me and ra gossiped and sarcastic like mad, the other i don't know. so problem was a bore and so contemplated like mad t skip or not. ra that imp wanted t go kboxing and so we did. me jo ra aa left round noon and tmd damn suay saw vips downstairs and we tried t be funny and smart. but failed miserably. in order t hide from her, jo ran into boys toilet, ai turned t face the vending machine, ra turned also. SMART RIGHT. i think she cnnt see from the back sia. i think by turning you all become invisible. so i stood there like a dumbfuck and yes she saw me but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kbox was fun as usual. songs loves and laughter. typical. left t meet sue but yes, yada. had dinner w parents was so full i was practically staggering t the car. felt like i swallowed a basketball(s). so tmrs preacher day and i wna pon so badly my toes are screaming. but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;oh, the façade! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't smile without cringing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;when eeny-meeny-miny-mo doesn't work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(and can i laugh at you nubshits who pronounced &lt;/span&gt;façade as 'fe-kade'? HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND HEY YOU. i don't know why i don't know how but still, happy 13th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-4733557469250988911?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4733557469250988911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=4733557469250988911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/4733557469250988911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/4733557469250988911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/todays-vips-day-which-is-love-day.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-2627435587297140784</id><published>2007-07-16T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T02:00:44.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tranny day. actually i don't really hate her. but i guess it's not the same sentiments for everyone else. problem was retard, thanks t aa who helped. yesyes we're always plagiarizing off her brain. unwell again. i realised i'm always unwell in the morning(pregnant, you wish! HAHA) so i threw away lots of my lunch since the soy stick tasted like beef and the pork tasted like dog meat. HAHA not as if i 've eaten it before but OH you get the picture! i finally see the diversity in my class. how my class is made up of a billion kinds of people. so different. but i'm not saying its a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's rj is out to murder my brain cells. and i need a new eyeliner soon since i always walk round rp looking like ive been boxed. no thats not the point of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm confused. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;but i love you.&lt;br /&gt;do i?&lt;br /&gt;and whenever i think it's all gone&lt;br /&gt;you let me know that there's still hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe all we need is one night.&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-2627435587297140784?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-1638530730438303856</id><published>2007-07-15T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T09:30:46.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How does it feel to know you never have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;When you get home&lt;br /&gt;There must be someplace here that only you and I could go&lt;br /&gt;So I can show you how i&lt;br /&gt;Dream away everyday&lt;br /&gt;Try so hard to disregard&lt;br /&gt;The rhythm of the rain that drops&lt;br /&gt;And coincides with the beating of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is changing&lt;br /&gt;There’s no one left that’s real&lt;br /&gt;So make up your own ending&lt;br /&gt;And let me know just how you feel&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live at all&lt;br /&gt;My whole world surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;I stumble then I crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could live in your world&lt;br /&gt;As years all went by&lt;br /&gt;With all the voices I've heard&lt;br /&gt;Something has died&lt;br /&gt;And when you're in need of someone&lt;br /&gt;My heart won't deny you&lt;br /&gt;So many seem so lonely&lt;br /&gt;With no one left to cry to baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EVAN(aa)      agri(:     PREev3004 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im sick of knocking at your door t WAIT t be accepted into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Řəza] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you think i don't tell you enough about my life and you want more, but not willing to give in return then i suggest you stop knocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some things just don't change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-1638530730438303856?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1638530730438303856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=1638530730438303856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/1638530730438303856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/1638530730438303856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-does-it-feel-to-know-you-never-have.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-4322566306454583162</id><published>2007-07-14T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T06:46:13.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm officially a grain of salt. if you don't know what i mean, nevermind. i'm going through a rough period right now. anything you can do t help you say? just don't probe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bbqsteamboat at boonkeng yesterday was great though i wasn't full. i got the glamorous job of scrubbing crabs once more.-.- (jo you're a loser and def not house husband material!) talked and laughed quite alot. sang lots of songs(as if it were a campfireHAHA) and me and joy got pretty emo. ( i was emo most of the time but thats beside the point) bla then off to lavender where we started Karen-jokes. and then squeezed into the goddamn mrt w aa and zoe. went bb w aa, borrowed money from her and cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aa i'm sorry for the times i scared you and thanks for the ever-reassuring arm around myshoulder. sometimes when i feel so alone, i'm just glad you're there. &lt;em&gt;and to you, i just want t say if your aim was to mess up my life, congratulations. you've done a good job.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back home, my emotions took a rollercoaster ride and i barely came out alive. and that caused me t ps precy and aa for hollandv today. i'm sorry loves. esp precy. hope you're not too mad at me. slept my life away. woke at 7 and went out for indian food w mom and dad. i love hearing my mom tell me about her courtship days w daddy. it proves my theory right- that nothing should go beyond courtship. it's the only time when everythings rainbows and butterflies. relationships? no, stay away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm one emotional wreck right now. i think i'm gonna have some mangosteens. they're good therapy! and i wna club w bigbro soon. bye world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND HOW CAN I FORGET. haha. for the sake of the NP loves who read my blog, RP OWNEDDDD NP YESTERDAY! 22-5. nublets. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-4322566306454583162?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4322566306454583162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=4322566306454583162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/4322566306454583162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/4322566306454583162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-officially-grain-of-salt.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-473413172558307203</id><published>2007-07-13T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T02:07:52.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friday is relax day. nice faci, retard team. and i'm happy cos i understood the problem! HAHA! and i realised something- i loveee fixing hairdos for people. zoe, joy, ra and aa had imba hair okay. WHO TIE HUH. who!? i love ra, cheer up love! CHINS UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'd be heading t marina later for bbqsteamboat. it's friday! and i've done my rj, eval and quiz. fast or? and i'm hungry already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few pics we took. hilarious i tell you. :D and i wna go bintan, bali soon! YAY:D&lt;br /&gt;and all the best for your rugby match iman! THRASH NP(: and don't fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're such a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Rpc_me3mNRI/AAAAAAAAACs/nC44Btdxe3U/s1600-h/IMG_3496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Rpc_me3mNRI/AAAAAAAAACs/nC44Btdxe3U/s320/IMG_3496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086604234492097810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my crazy, laugh any moment, hellominah partner, WANI. she's such a slenger(nerd) she forgot to turn off the flash so TADA(big sexy white light blocking our faces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Rpc_GO3mNPI/AAAAAAAAACc/S_QaV4lIMDU/s1600-h/IMG_3493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Rpc_GO3mNPI/AAAAAAAAACc/S_QaV4lIMDU/s320/IMG_3493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086603680441316594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks pretty normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Rpc_O-3mNQI/AAAAAAAAACk/2S4vOiN1zbw/s1600-h/HHAHAHAHAHAHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Rpc_O-3mNQI/AAAAAAAAACk/2S4vOiN1zbw/s320/HHAHAHAHAHAHA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086603830765171970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the not-so normal. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE A SEXY WEEKEND MY LOVERS! BYE NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-473413172558307203?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/473413172558307203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=473413172558307203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/473413172558307203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/473413172558307203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/friday-is-relax-day.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Rpc_me3mNRI/AAAAAAAAACs/nC44Btdxe3U/s72-c/IMG_3496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-2679482776221252638</id><published>2007-07-12T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:09:09.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"you need t stay strong, you have to." thanks but easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; suddenly the four most important numbers of my life are just numbers. when the clock strikes midnight 5 days from now, i'd blow out the candles, wish myself happy 13th month and get drunk on my tears. i'd be waltzing the night away. alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so this is love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-2679482776221252638?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2679482776221252638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=2679482776221252638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/2679482776221252638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/2679482776221252638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-need-t-stay-strong-you-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-809222338400530284</id><published>2007-07-12T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T06:13:48.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;okay so i edited this post since i've been told by a few that it's too emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she likes everything you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she listens to everything you listen to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she behaves the way you want your girl to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she gives everything you desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and yes i get jealous, i have emotions, when i say i hate it i really do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SO SUE ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's my prerogative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but nothing matters now.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;TUB OF LARD DAY today! thursdays are always screwed. unwell in the morning, cabbed from woodlands t rp. dumb cabby made a big round. had ut. which was surprisingly fine. then sat in class and listened t the holy fat thing oink her fats away. fucking biased thing. 'i smell another C coming' HAHA! ohhhh i hate thursdays. and i wanna go home. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are irritating me today.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just easily irritated today.&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna eat pork rib tea( go translate).&lt;br /&gt;shit lah. fuck all the irritants.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go home and walk the longest walk from the mrt station back home&lt;br /&gt;i need fresh air. i want fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't wanna miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued..&lt;br /&gt;and I'M HOME! after dinner w the clique at CWP then slept in the train back t je. thats when aa called me from a public phone (for a moment i thought it was you) then apparently aa's phone was w me. so had t wait while she came t je. took her phone then i went off t meet dad. he picked me up met mom at 300plus and had dinner, again. then to 500plus to buy fruits. my dad loves me. (: he handpicked a billion mangosteens for me. HAHA! now i'm home just had durians (SINFUL!) and gave my rabbits one durian seed. HAHAHA. i'm sleepy and it's only 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have i told you? i can't wait for EPL t start! squeals like someone stepped on my tail-&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh and i'm craving for ORNEE!(yam paste) maybe i'll have it tmr. okay i'm hungry again. -.-pffffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-809222338400530284?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/809222338400530284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=809222338400530284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/809222338400530284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/809222338400530284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-know-if-youll-ever-get-t-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-7638305504924280770</id><published>2007-07-10T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T19:26:40.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tranny day! can't remember much that happened. which also means nothing interesting happened. school was love. as always. yay JEF! (: met sue after school for a fucktastic dinner. then home and bla. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIPS DAY = LOVE DAY! hehe. lesson was dry. but vips was adorable as usual. had my heart broken during first meeting. thanks t aa who ran all the way from her class. left for my first break early. (sorry vips) and so did aa. had a talk. met the rest t get food. and i had a box of rice. OH AND I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF cos being someone who hates drinking water. i drank like a cow ytd(don't ask me why cow) i bought a 1.5l and carried it t school (DAMN HEAVY) then drank and peed like mad. HAHA. thanks t JEF for the billion packets of strepsils. lunch, had another box of rice. (fat i know) watched porn and laughed my ass off while the rest watched resident evil. school ended. hang out in class for a bit. left school w the group- joy aa jo iman nel ch jx rid. saw prettywath and her gf in 7-11 and we happily went inside too. PRETTY! (: dined w nel iman jo aa. then had JEF outing. HAHA. at the 30storeys. played dumb games, time flew past cabbed home at 9. and i slept at 12. i've never slept so early in the recent months. but i'm still tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wednesdayTODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preacher day. and shes preaching her life off while i blog. waiting for my scandal t come since shes in my group. my burger is sitting on the table looking at me, begging me t eat it.HAHA i'm so god damn hungry. and my tea is imbaly nice today. JO'S NOT IN SCHOOL TODAY, THAT MAGGOT. thank god for the other third of JEF. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no i won't let you bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;CHIN UP EVAN! AND LET'S ROCK. (:&lt;br /&gt;i always do. (HEHE don't you dare disagree w me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe surrounded by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A million people I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Still feel all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just wanna go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Each one a line or two&lt;br /&gt;“I’m fine baby, how are you?”&lt;br /&gt;Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough&lt;br /&gt;My words were cold and flat&lt;br /&gt;And you deserve more than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-7638305504924280770?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7638305504924280770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=7638305504924280770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/7638305504924280770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/7638305504924280770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/monday-tranny-day-cant-remember-much.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-1181644981339707241</id><published>2007-07-09T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T09:46:56.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RpJlRCL__1I/AAAAAAAAACU/7EPGIWcNYgM/s1600-h/twits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RpJlRCL__1I/AAAAAAAAACU/7EPGIWcNYgM/s320/twits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085238272574095186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! don't even ask! it was 3am in the morning and we both swore t take pics till the batt dies out since we rarely get t meet. and it so happens we both have a nabbzzly BIG issue w people who pose like twits. is that how you spell it? yes and so mocking is an absolute must. OH I CAN'T STAND THE 'OKAY' SIGN ROUND MY EYE! HAHAHA! being twitsy can be fun man. and no in the hell way would you catch me posing like that anywhere else. first, damages the retina. second, i might get referred t a specialist for cramped faces and spastic expressions. but for you guys, have a good laugh! and try it on your own someday. it makes good entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RpJkViL__0I/AAAAAAAAACM/-t-911tOv6c/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RpJkViL__0I/AAAAAAAAACM/-t-911tOv6c/s320/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085237250371878722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i'm not a hockey player. the stick is kept in my uncle's room in case of robbers. HAHAHA! and those things on my knees aren't knee guards. they're weights t strengthen muscles after surgery. and yes i love the repellent Off cos it's a must have when you're at my gran's place. (recall back, prev entry bout billion mosquitoes) and you can't see it but i have one of the weights under my sleeve but i still don't look muscular, so yes failed attempt. and THAT pic was done on purpose. captioned very cheekily by joanne, 'after doing it' and i know you know what 'it' is. ALL IN THE NAME OF FUN OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more, visit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.friendster.com/evanrocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and yes there are more pics, i've yet t put em together thats all.&lt;br /&gt;credits t sue for helping w the putting together.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-1181644981339707241?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1181644981339707241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=1181644981339707241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/1181644981339707241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/1181644981339707241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/haha-dont-even-ask-it-was-3am-in.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RpJlRCL__1I/AAAAAAAAACU/7EPGIWcNYgM/s72-c/twits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-215105410742635411</id><published>2007-07-08T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:29:37.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ITS BLACK MONDAY. AGAIN. the weekend flew pass and i'm back at that sick school. i really wanna skip school but i can't. had mac breakfast again. i think i'm growing fatter by the second. today's problem is dumb. a.a's sick. jo's sick. iman's sick. everyone's sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched 200 (i kept typing 200hundred) pound beauty on youtube ytd. it's quite a nice show. pretty girl, ugly girl, funny father. and if you're wondering yes i cried. now that's not the point. i wanna go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOWNOW. i printed screen when i was watching ytd cos that korean girl looks SO MUCH like dawn. yes that blogger. NOW USE YOUR EYES AND SEE. and i'm happily hugging jo's red apple bean thing. and i look to my left and i see an ugly girl in purple. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES MELAKA PICS SOON. promise. (: okay even if you don't wanna see em, id still upload. HAHAHA. LOVE YOU ALL. may your monday get worse. (no point saying may it improve cos which idiot doesnt know all mondays are black?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numb thighs, numb arms, but it's okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LOOK LIKE RIGHT. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RpGceSL__zI/AAAAAAAAACE/G3IdZu6DGr4/s1600-h/KJ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RpGceSL__zI/AAAAAAAAACE/G3IdZu6DGr4/s320/KJ.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085017498370178866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-215105410742635411?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/215105410742635411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=215105410742635411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/215105410742635411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/215105410742635411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-black-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RpGceSL__zI/AAAAAAAAACE/G3IdZu6DGr4/s72-c/KJ.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-7934519121196273904</id><published>2007-07-08T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T04:40:07.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to melaka at 8 in the morning. stopped at BP to meet up w first uncle and family. spent a billion years at clarence's hostel cos he had t move in for the new semester or someth. weather was fuckbulous i sweated till i became a grain of salt. thousand years later drove to muar (the journey was like from earth to mars) and my stomach was growling like a PMS-ing bear. reached there had lunch and then off to melaka. reached there and started my eating spree. the popiah there is sooo good. cos it has pork fats. HAHA. i think i love pork! sorry my halal loves! then back t grans place. and for those who dont know, her place has a zinc roof. i don't think i have t elaborate on the heat now, do i? so i saw The girlfriend. flat butt. and yes, he can do better. never mind. meeting baby, daxie and jo was great. missed em a hell lot. played cards and laughed till i died. the mosquitoes there come by the billions and they kissed me a billion times too. singapore blood = foreign blood = delicacy. HAHAHA. evening, headed t jonker street. oh hell, i love that place. caucasians aplenty! and lots of stuffs t look at too. walked for a billion hours w the whole gang then went satay celup (skewer like things dipped in big boiling pot of satay gravy) with russ, clarence, daxie, baby and jo. we had 93 sticks betw us. HAHAHA. then back t grans place, lepaked. took photos w jo like we've never used a camera before. monkeyed around till 3am i think then i was so tired i fell asleep while jo was talking. and yes, with that blue thing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo and family left early and i continued sleeping till gran started nagging. (rolls eyes like mad) typical. then had one dumpling (gran's specialty) followed by some nice noodles. sigh, melaka, why must you have such nice food? then sat around for a bit then headed back to SG tog w baby and family. bought half a chicken, roast pork rice and gran's gave me one more dumpling to bring home. i'm done w the chicken. two more t go. school tomorrow, tranny lil eyes is scaring me w her comments and I MISSED EVERYONE. haha. retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILLIONS OF PICTURES IN THE NEXT POST. PROMISE. love you all lah. and i love my bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-7934519121196273904?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7934519121196273904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=7934519121196273904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/7934519121196273904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/7934519121196273904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/sat-off-to-melaka-at-8-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-6971463764914162696</id><published>2007-07-05T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T10:29:43.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>irritating day as usual. duh. basic sciences what. whoever said it wouldn't be screwed. had a entertaining sub faci. who pronounces room as loom, arranged as allanged.. okay you get the picture. he can't pronounce the 'rrrrr' and we had a great laugh over that. call us mean whatever. you would too if you were there. 'ewangjerlee..' HAHA. so presentation was nuts with me and joy laughing our asses off at some random hkss girl. hows this for a laugh people? ' i just thinned mo fringe' with those twitsy typing. and ' faded memoriieexx'  you catch my drift don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after school headed opposite for drinks. vodka orange. yes phobia. so joy and felly turned into lobsters. and joy entertained herself on my laptop. ra and her boy joined us too. with nel. all's well. went to CP ljs to watch moo and a.a stuff their faces w chicken and crumbs. then went to blue 30storeys to curb our fears. didn't work for me. then down to WM coffeebean to talk. but argues and emotional calls. so i left soon after leaving the two there. back to lakeside, dined abit with sue. IMBA FOOD. home, played guitar with sue in the balcony to our four monkeys and rushed rj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm not feeling too well today.&lt;br /&gt;acknowledge that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and quit asking me why i can't be high like always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's self explanatory.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Ro0pvBfLyKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Kj5pd4mYI6A/s1600-h/DSGWET.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083765442200979618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Ro0pvBfLyKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Kj5pd4mYI6A/s320/DSGWET.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was ytd, monkeying during lunch since i didn't eat. don't tell me, i know the shape looks like a cunt. whatever. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Ro0pmxfLyJI/AAAAAAAAABs/d8mECU9vjLo/s1600-h/43545+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083765300467058834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Ro0pmxfLyJI/AAAAAAAAABs/d8mECU9vjLo/s320/43545+(10).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-6971463764914162696?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6971463764914162696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=6971463764914162696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/6971463764914162696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/6971463764914162696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/irritating-day-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Ro0pvBfLyKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Kj5pd4mYI6A/s72-c/DSGWET.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-480320786735134890</id><published>2007-07-04T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T01:47:15.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wednesday is fuckday. because its enterprise day. because its preacher day. all the faci does is preach and really i almost fell asleep. oh what a norm. (okay im trying to remember what i had for breakfast) AH NOW I KNOW. i had mcmuffin and milo and i ended up feeling real sleepy. ever wondered why people always feel sleepy after a big meal? HAHA! presentation was screwed because of a fat thing. now tell me how dumb can someone get? a simple slide, simple points and then she explains one point and turns to us and go ' how to explain this huh?' screw your face you tub of lard. you're so dumb you amuse me. and this went on throughout the slide so much so that i got pissed. responsibility to know your slides? INDEED. pah! spoil my day. fags. what am i? a life jacket, strait jacket? cheebs. use your brains, show me you even have some and show me how you earned your place here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, sue's in school today so i've got one more person to disturb. and pokka pomegranate tea quite sucks. but thanks a.a who swap€ped her green tea w me. (: OH HOW CAN I FORGET! torres is heading to liverpool. (does evil laughter in the ears of all manure lovers) KIDDING LAH CHEEBS. dont get your devil mascot to put me in hell. (wah funny sia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and its interesting to look round class at all the different faces and expressions during the 6thp. HAHA. almost everyone is stoning or sleeping. i know pok is. and joy and lucien too. HAHA. i think i'm easily amused. oh now i spot moo stoning/sleeping too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i get very very amused by how people (ahlians mostly) get such a kick out of staring at people. and nooo they don't stop at staring, they go to the extent of finding fault w you and asking the same old question, ' ni wei she mo diao wo?' (why did you 'diao'/jeling/blink at me) and most of the time, the person wasn't even looking at them. oh the amount of self-centredness. they think god made eyes so we could look at them. its just a phase people and yes i think i went through that before. i'm all grown up now! :D i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i rant alot in this blog. but thats the point isn't it? HAHA! i don't have any pics to post as of now so its a super wordy one. I LOVE YOU ALL LAH. tammzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-480320786735134890?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/480320786735134890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=480320786735134890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/480320786735134890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/480320786735134890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/wednesday-is-fuckday.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-6325466455947847411</id><published>2007-07-03T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T09:07:34.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vippy day today! felt half the enthusiasm please. fucking computing ut took away half of the half so left w 1/4. (DONT THINK I DONT KNOW YOU THOUGHT 1/2 divide by 2 = 1/2! haha.sofunnysia.) then the problem today was retard. my blackie team mate was so dumb i thought he was in the wrong institute. HAHA. kidding. fucking shadow who contributes nothing but trash. CHEEBS. go eat your curry mama. NO OFFENCE UH. love him to bits.(i think so sia) had a crazy time in class w funny classmates. throwing peas into moo's mouth and my accuracy rocks my puss.(i think so sia) and i poured water on a.a's head. and i clowned during presentation and people laughed w me. coughs. i'm funny and i know it. (: OKAY ENOUGH BOUT THAT NABZLY SCHOOL. rp oh rp. besides your cheebzly cold air con and wonderful lifts (that np doesnt have!HAHA!) what else do you have? youtubed in class during the other presentations happily watching my All Blacks do their lovely Haka. DAMN NICE PLEASE. and they run like they had turbines on their feet. i'm sooo impressed! :D and screamed at gory pics tog w the clique, googled for pretty hot things etc. yes this is life in rp. slacks like mad please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ytd i helped moo create this super imba qiang god buddha jesus allah whatever soccer player in Pro evolution soccer. i set the hair, eyes, nose, mouth EVERYTHING. its so detailed you can set jaw width, eyewidth, height, brows, body, neck everything under the sun lah. (suddenly the song you're walking on sunshine woahwoahwoah~~ came to my mind) so like DUHHHH i made the player super damn handsome. handsome till dies and hyperventilates DUHHH i create one can. and then he has imba qualities. all rounder. scores goals like he's born to kick balls. runs like Bambi and oh he's just perfect. AND NOW FOR THE BEST PART... 'HIS' NAME IS... can see not?! don't ask me why arsenal. cos this player is in joel's team. i can't be bothered playing the league mode. simply cos i can't coordinate w two hands. i mean, i'd get the ball and stand there forgetting to run. yesyes, the guys would know what i mean. HAHAHA. thats not the point. its just so nice to see my name on the jersey. HAHA! i think i'll create a whole liverpool squad all damn hot and bwg-zzly imba qiang that pool will ownzz all just like how they will when torres comes to the kop! SING W ME EVERYONE! YOU'LL NEVERRR~~ WALK ALONE~~ (HAHAHAsiao.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RopyaxfLyII/AAAAAAAAABk/d9VCAdwvnLk/s1600-h/EVAN.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083000933727324290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RopyaxfLyII/AAAAAAAAABk/d9VCAdwvnLk/s320/EVAN.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-6325466455947847411?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6325466455947847411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=6325466455947847411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/6325466455947847411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/6325466455947847411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/vippy-day-today-felt-half-enthusiasm.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RopyaxfLyII/AAAAAAAAABk/d9VCAdwvnLk/s72-c/EVAN.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-6429768460429584636</id><published>2007-07-02T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T02:03:34.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>class is over. my lunch sucked! that yalam cheat my 50cents. charge me 50 cents for two miserable pieces of brinjal. GG lor. then nevermind leh. i brought it up happily to the class. sit down wanted to tuck in uh then joy was complaining that it stank (past tense of stinkHAHA) and yes it quite did. so the stingray wasnt fresh it seemed like it was dead for a billion years. and then i took a few mouthfuls and i threw it away and i'm sad cos i wasted 2.20 and yes i got cheated by 50cents. so now i'm hungry i'm starving i feel like eating a shannon. HAHAHA. in case youre wondering thats tranny lil eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent time in class viewing retard videos from youtube .funny as hell. laughed till my abs got toned i think. and all the alcohol inside could burn up. SO FUNNY PLEASE. and monday's group is love. ra is hilarious. she says. past tense of screamed is scrammed. and we laughed like HAHA so funny. then she said all the mice in the class. you know mouse the electronic clicking thing. yes mice! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's always nice to look over at that panel and see that girl in black. i like.. my class is almost empty now. and jo just fucking touched my property! screw you. nono, i don't want to fulfil his wishlist. he keeps praying that santa would come early. i love my group i really do. HAHA! love day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i have to ignore the fact that you didn't contact me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=j4raPxQLpHU&lt;br /&gt;if you dont laugh i'll give you tenbucks. HAHA fucktastic way to tone your abs. AND ITS VIPPY DAY TMR. HAHA. now that explains the good mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-6429768460429584636?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6429768460429584636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=6429768460429584636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/6429768460429584636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/6429768460429584636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/class-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-3467075834118719806</id><published>2007-07-01T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T21:59:30.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAHYEAH. so i got majorly wasted. it was a long night and i think i almost lost my life. exhausting. no more drinks for a long time. nabbbzzz i think i didn't puke like a merlion and cry and scream and shout and tire everyone out. and slapped people and pull out hair and be some hysterical piece of shit. sorry to jo and aa who had t tc of me. and t iman for staying up all night. i know i know. i'm useless. NOT. it was just.. rare and occasional that i'd behave like that okay. HAHAHA. and so you guys would think i'd stay away from liquor right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA you THINK i would. sunday spent meeting up w babygirl and a.a. went coffeebean at holland v. and omfg there were a billion caucasian cuties. and a Utt look-alike. i loveeeee hollandv. really. although my stomach had construction works inside and i had to watch a.a and babygirl drink their coffee. but the sights and scenes of holland v was worth my bus fare and the crawling there(COS MY STOMACH HAD CONSTRUCTION WORKS. okay im repeating) then walked to liwei's house waiting for billion light years(HAHA) for her to get her ass down. camwhored like mad. ugly shit hair. my hair still looks like the beatles. HAHA maybe not as authentic since it has grown since last time. and so i had to look all ugly and deformed in the pictures. did i tell you i hate cameras? they make me depressed and insecure. (HAHA, i think so sia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we headed to NP, had imba food at this place called galileo.(no i didnt mis-spell galilee you fucktard) reasonable pricing, cute old grandma ( ithink she's nyonya hence the cuteness.AHEM) then we went to the much hyped about 'halo bar' we were the only ones there. retard like who would go back t school on a sunday. nono, who would go to a bar at 7.30pm? HAHA. so we did and we ordered some cocktails (one of them tasted like antibiotics/vitamins) and then we realised we burned our 10bucks on em. then had a jug of beer (which me and liwei had t finish) and babygirl had her vodka (which she didnt finish since she turned so red she could illuminate the placeHAHAHA) then we left at round tenplus, toilet for a billion years till liwei couldn't stand us then went home and i felt like rolling down the hill (OH YES. np is really teletubbyland unlike rp.HUH!) and a.a took a pic of me lying on the fucking road. yes i think i'm crazy. hailed a cab, drop everyone off like i'm bill gates daughter (HAHA no lah, we split the fare) reached home, went down again to grab my stuffs from sue. then phone and hyperventilated till i died and evaporated and condensed and sublimed and [add in scientific terms] etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so i was super early today and i love my group. okay my devotees bow to the tub of lard cos I WANT LUNCH. BYE NOW! oh i've got a beer belly. and i miss you. and if you didnt realise this is the longest post of the century. i think its longer than a bible, longer than the writings on cave walls, longer than shakespeare's sonnets, longer than enid blyton's dumb stories put together. HAHAHA. i'm mad, i need food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised people call me evan cos they can't pronounce evangeline. HAHA. jo says 'evehjelee' iman says 'cassandra' (KNN) and a.a says it the best w the 'evannngelinn' (: sue says 'evahngelinn' (: and i'll update more soon. HOW CAN I FORGET SOMETH SO IMPORTANT! look at those bruises will you? and no i wasn't abused. don't have to get all flustered and dialing 999 on your phone for me. HEHEHE(-.- funnysia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoiFqRfLyHI/AAAAAAAAABc/DZ_VL1AQtRM/s1600-h/235435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082459140782803058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoiFqRfLyHI/AAAAAAAAABc/DZ_VL1AQtRM/s320/235435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-3467075834118719806?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3467075834118719806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=3467075834118719806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/3467075834118719806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/3467075834118719806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/07/yeahyeah.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoiFqRfLyHI/AAAAAAAAABc/DZ_VL1AQtRM/s72-c/235435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-5395028475553900287</id><published>2007-06-29T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T07:32:44.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm always extra happy when it's friday. haha. and it helps that the faci today is cute as cheebs. so we could choose our own group today. and needless to say i'm w the clique. breaks as usual. for a change, sue was here! took a nap during lunch. made no sense out of the nabbzzz ppt. oh i don't care. sidetrack abit, i counted my Xes and i realised i have 10. HAHA. tmd, if i repeat next year, laugh w me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at jo's now. with zoe, felly, joy, jo, iman. waiting for people to complete their rj. then gonna start our drinks. although i'm quite sleepy now. nabbzz always sleepy at the wrong time. pigfuck i know. so jo's parents doesn't seem too happy but somehow i feel like brushing away the guilt and say 'Whatever. i wanna have a goooooood time. but im sleepy now. and im blogging w jo's laptop. and really, fujitsu SUCKS CREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright bye now. and all's well ends well. HAHAHA. may i be the last man standing tonight. HAHA. fuck ive got a beer belly. REALLY! swears w my three fingers like mad---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-5395028475553900287?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5395028475553900287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=5395028475553900287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/5395028475553900287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/5395028475553900287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-always-extra-happy-when-its-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-2153932314297785724</id><published>2007-06-28T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T08:34:08.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello world! now, who said RP's ponnable shit? cos it really is! smart person really. (i think it was meHAHA. okay fine it was aa) after UT we ponned and because the tamzz UT was so nabbzz-ly hard, we decided t go kboxing. HAHA. cabbed down in two separate (i had trouble spelling this wordHAHA) cabs since the whole world of cabbies don't wanna fetch five. tmd. then reached and sang till we died.a billion songs, a billion hours. and dogfood. the carrot cake at 'food culture' is inedible i swear! i don't have to be the makan-sutra guy to know. really, dogfood. sang like mad, rockin' to spice girls was love. carpentered w joy(rare to find carpz fans okay!), and yes, has anyone ever wondered why almost ALL the music vids for most english songs in kbox HAVE to include the sea and some random tranny look-alike running fingers through their mane of hair and posing 360deg for the camera? SO HERE ARE THE PICS w/o zoe cos she left first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoPTGhfLyFI/AAAAAAAAABM/e33RNKtbXGU/s1600-h/afdaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081136913625892946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoPTGhfLyFI/AAAAAAAAABM/e33RNKtbXGU/s320/afdaf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoPSEBfLyEI/AAAAAAAAABE/ztquzrmGfgc/s1600-h/wqewqr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081135771164592194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoPSEBfLyEI/AAAAAAAAABE/ztquzrmGfgc/s320/wqewqr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoPRGBfLyCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/av4S_1IjG2Q/s1600-h/DFere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081134706012702754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoPRGBfLyCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/av4S_1IjG2Q/s320/DFere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoPQaBfLyBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fsmPsBKVsy8/s1600-h/atwt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081133950098458642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoPQaBfLyBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fsmPsBKVsy8/s320/atwt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so this sums up my wonderful thursday. tomorrows gonna be a long day. drinks and hotel after school. and to my love, please don't worry. THE END AND NOW I'M GNA DINE COS I'M STARVING. (love me cos i delayed my dinner to post this entry!) BYE NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-2153932314297785724?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2153932314297785724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=2153932314297785724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/2153932314297785724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/2153932314297785724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-world-now-who-said-rps-ponnable.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoPTGhfLyFI/AAAAAAAAABM/e33RNKtbXGU/s72-c/afdaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-6720483913029332319</id><published>2007-06-27T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T09:31:44.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm seriously running out of places to find motivation to go school. tmd, i need motivation for every damn thing. walking through the never-ending green grass that makes me giddy, squeezing w mannequins for space in the lift, faking smiles for the losers in the class, hearing the faci drone on and on and on like a helicopter thats running on never-ending petrol. its irritating. motivation people, MOTIVATION! i think i'll chant it every night w my bracelets (beads what.HAHA) I LOVE SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for aiai and the clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been sleeping well and i don't know if my dark circles are showing. sometimes i wish i was 'the security guard' in my class (identity protected for obvious reasons and only W26P would know who it is). if i were him, i wouldn't ever have to worry about eyebags. HAHA. fuck. but my sleeping hours are forfeited for a good reason and a reason that i love so damn much okay. Hey Reason, smiling now? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FUCK! i had some drama in the mrt on the way home just now tmd. the faggot scared the shit out of my intestines onto my pants. aiai and me were happily talking and then suddenly noticed everyone at the opposite row were bending and looking to their right. so we decided to turn too and fuck we saw this huge piece of pork standing like some 10m away from us and yelling/screaming/MAKING SOME FUCKASS OF A NOISE. yes, a fucking nutcase and i thought to myself 'oh shit i don't wanna die so young' so me being the ball-less shit got terrified and aiai the brave one (COUGHS, YOU GOT SCARED LATER!) kept telling me to relax and nothings gonna happen. so the whole world happily watched this piece of pork while he had fun making the mrt go off the tracks making a noise somewhat like when a boar (you know, shan zhu) is about to be slaughtered. i don't know wtf was wrong w him. maybe his ankle was hurting. THE WHOLE PIECE OF FLESH CAME OFF AND THERE IT WAS THE CHEEBS GAPING PINK HOLE IN HIS FAT LEG STARING BACK AT ME. god. i think i almost died and i think my LJS chicken and shrimp almost came out. fuck. oh wait, maybe he's just mentally unsound. OH and now that the saga is over, i actually went to imagine what it  would be like putting salt on his wound. HAHAHA! GG! i think he won't 'AHHHRR' for the last time and fall to the ground dead siaaa. HAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he got nearer to us (YES SCREAMING ALL THE WAY) and fuck we got scared like serious. decided to run to the right(didnt really matter since its the last cabin.YESFUCK!) and don't you guys dare laugh. there were people moving away too. really its like. a beast has escaped in the zoo and don't tell me all you do is stare and laugh. balls to you. so i wanted to get off at gombak but the mrt took FOREVER to reach. i don't really pray but at that moment i was praying so hard i'm sure i'd have done enough to clear my whole lifetime of sins. and so the train pulled in at gombak(IVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER HEARING THE LADY'S VOICE GO 'BUKIT GOMBAK') and then we hopped off stood at the platform laughing and i went 'omggg i'm so scared feel my heart, its gonna explode' and aiai went 'EH REALLY LEH! I CAN FEEL!' and so we caught the next train back w me praying like a nun again hoping i wouldn't run into that nutcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, now how about a standing ovation for my imba story-telling skills! bet i had you all gripping your chair in fear. (HAHA-.-) and yes, how about THAT for a dramatic wednesday? OH and just for the records, we decided to name him Holely Ankle Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its science tmr but that fatty's out of the country. and i think i can finally go to school w sue tomorrow. but i think that ass will skip again. ITS MESSI-MASCHERANO DAY ON FRIDAY! :D i promise at least ONE pic. and i hope tmr will be a good day. super lei lah tmd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-6720483913029332319?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6720483913029332319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=6720483913029332319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/6720483913029332319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/6720483913029332319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-seriously-running-out-of-places-to.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-6524198483375177967</id><published>2007-06-25T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:39:28.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoCzRNhsuDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Hqe3_FvF3XY/s1600-h/6041%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoCzRNhsuDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Hqe3_FvF3XY/s1600-h/6041%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoCzRNhsuDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Hqe3_FvF3XY/s320/6041%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080257487944071218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoCz1dhsuEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cJtDHLD6z3Q/s1600-h/tees.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoCz1dhsuEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cJtDHLD6z3Q/s320/tees.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080258110714329154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're done with presentation. i skipped lunch. but i dont feel thinner in any way. haha.  im on a blogging frenzy. and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i really like some of the David and Goliath tees&lt;/span&gt; i saw.  IMBA NICE! HAHA. and i'm getting sick and tired of sitting in this fucking classroom , first meeting, break, second meeting, powerpoints, presenting. i feel like i'm living my life like a cow.  and what an irony somehow since this is poly, the supposed Hip and Unpredictable  life. but goddamn it, the only difference from secondary school is i get to dress in whatever i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/70955/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-6524198483375177967?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6524198483375177967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=6524198483375177967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/6524198483375177967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/6524198483375177967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/were-done-with-presentation.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoCzRNhsuDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Hqe3_FvF3XY/s72-c/6041%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-2973762217200381889</id><published>2007-06-25T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:09:40.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought my tuesday would be good. started out well. the loves and the laughters. i might just pull through this 3years with you guys. UT. screwed the calculations. chewing gum and banana for breakfast. dick lee's nonsense blasting from Rid's laptop. and then i fucking found out. chris benoit is dead. gone. i hate finding out about wrestlers' deaths. eddie guerrero's death made me an emotional wreck. and now another one had to go and oh fuck i dont know i feel he died such a wrong death and i'm gonna sit here and cry rivers and flood woodlands and die. why. god. its a black tuesday for me today. and i'm wearing white. HAHA. can mourn.-.- wah funny sia. and i don't wanna watch the tribute on raw. i might cry till my eyeballs drop out of my sockets. but then again.. why must you die. NABBBZZZ. i'm gonna find a hooded jacket now, pull the hood over my head, sit at a dark corner(preferably w cobwebs to add to the effect.HAHA) and stone all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this post just made me feel more depressed. (good chance for me to diet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoB4bNhsuCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/96ggEgTy_i4/s1600-h/200px-Chris_Benoit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoB4bNhsuCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/96ggEgTy_i4/s320/200px-Chris_Benoit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080192788556724258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoB4bNhsuCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/96ggEgTy_i4/s1600-h/200px-Chris_Benoit.jpg"&gt;R.I.P and you're always my champion(walao wei bth corny:D) SHIT IM GRIEVING. and he's only 40! whines like a dog-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oh may i digress abit? vippy's hot shit. (: BUT, red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-2973762217200381889?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2973762217200381889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=2973762217200381889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/2973762217200381889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/2973762217200381889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/r.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/RoB4bNhsuCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/96ggEgTy_i4/s72-c/200px-Chris_Benoit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-1571070821655519250</id><published>2007-06-25T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:39:09.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>left school tog w Aa and Rid. why Rid you say? cos i needed t borrow his lighter. HAHA. dunhill sucks. reached woodlands and Aa the rich shit wanted t cab back t bb. i think i got money sia. then cabbbzzz then dropped at wm took mrt (yes i know retard) t lakeside meet sue. dunhilled again. and i think my throat grew cancer lumps on the spot since this brand of cigs really sucks. dinner at MS again. emotions ran free, sick, cabbed back. played the guitar, fiddled with the lovely olympus (pictures soon!) and then sue went home, i rushed my rj like i've never written one in my life now i'm here. saying hello and goodbye. HAHA. i can't believe it's only 11.36pm! oh and i had 6chicken wings now i feel like a tub of lard. lying on my bed counting down to bed time. and to tomorrow. glorious tuesday. with my favourite faci :D and the fucking UT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna wear kaya green tomorrow. and make everyone hungry. HAHA. so funny sia-.- LOVE ME EVAN AND I. NIGHTS DAHHHLINGS~ (tries to imitate a drag queen)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-1571070821655519250?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1571070821655519250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=1571070821655519250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/1571070821655519250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/1571070821655519250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/left-school-tog-w-aa-and-rid.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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-4153560066079440183.post-7354352657371554591</id><published>2007-06-24T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:17:59.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Rn9PWNhsuBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KfLMh1V0PcA/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Rn9PWNhsuBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KfLMh1V0PcA/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079866147703928850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a black monday today but i'm wearing yellow. what a walking contradiction. my smiles are fake yes they are. alcohol in the morning. drowning out what, i don't know. i don't mind pretending i'm okay. it saves me from the questions. but there's just one thing- i'm not a good pretender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever came up with the dumb logic that you're supposed t feel happy when you're wearing yellow. oh wait, i think it was me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-7354352657371554591?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7354352657371554591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=7354352657371554591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/7354352657371554591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/7354352657371554591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-black-monday-today-but-im-wearing.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-p6xfudc7t0/Rn9PWNhsuBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KfLMh1V0PcA/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153560066079440183.post-802900877478104950</id><published>2007-06-24T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:39:13.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a public blog. republican what. -.- wah so funny sia. okay found a template. its so colorful it makes me feel like puking but nvm i know you all readers see so happy colors also will happy right. haha yeah-.- i think so sia. i dont know why the name is hosanna or rosanna or what. my names evan and its my skin so should be my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres sch tmr. tmd its the tranny's lesson. i still feel weird blogging like this. its like a 13year old's blog please. then again, its for the fun of it. HAHA. i feel like peeing now. and i had a good dinner just now w family. met rand after a billion years. cute as ever. DUH my brother. and his wife. hahaha. so many presents from her. 2 a&amp;f shirt (yes with one fucking moose only joy!) and havaianas and perfume and YADA. tmd i wna be air stewardess. yeah so funny. then must wear stilts right. cos im short right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmd did i tell you all my hair is hideous. i look like the beatles now. like helmet like bowl. dont know who cut one sia. but i still love you. and i love my a.a. seeing you tmr. hug you till you die. and i wanna see sue too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM LIKE WRITING A FUCKNG COMPO NOW. see! pointless lah, have a blog like this. tsk. LOVE YOU ALL UH. KISS LIKE MAD-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4153560066079440183-802900877478104950?l=evan-thegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/802900877478104950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4153560066079440183&amp;postID=802900877478104950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/802900877478104950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4153560066079440183/posts/default/802900877478104950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evan-thegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>EVANGELINE THE GREAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10962847702180239767</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>
