<?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-5688544</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:46:34.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+you+ are so beautiful to me *</title><subtitle type='html'>*you and i.. i wish upon a star,dreaming for a unwanted dream*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>joananne</name><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>195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-113302420377118920</id><published>2005-11-27T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T00:56:43.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, so Os have ended.life is pretty much QUITE boring now.... and as for my blog, i think it is dying. i have nothing to blog online anymore. i just come to realise, why am i so stupid, letting everyone read what i type? how dumb is that? and, i will get comments....... stupid. i rather blog-read. haha.i am bored....i cannot sleep.do you like reading this post?i think i am boring...okay, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/113302420377118920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/113302420377118920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113302420377118920' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-111374724465908943</id><published>2005-04-17T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T22:14:04.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cant believe it. i am going to study now. haha.yay, chinese chinese . i am totally loving chinese.roar.i miss you. hah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/111374724465908943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/111374724465908943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111374724465908943' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-111356701397387627</id><published>2005-04-15T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T20:10:13.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> so happy together, always &amp; forever HERE I AM AGAIN. haha.week so far has been going on really well. its been such a happy happy one. i really have nothing to blog. i am came here to make sure my blog isnt collecting dust. okay, my post is getting real boring. i have nothing to blog. haha. i'll take my leave.you made me so happy.i feel so loved everytime you come near.my heart longs for you.your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/111356701397387627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/111356701397387627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111356701397387627' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-111177529127774369</id><published>2005-03-26T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T02:28:11.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Perhaps, you'll never know how much I hate you Good Friday mass, I didnt go.Why? No one bothered to wake me up !I was slept my whole day away.I feel terrible missing mass, its weird.I have to make up for this. Ugh.Im feeling really bored now.I cant sleep. ( the result of waking up at seven thirty at night )I also cant sleep because Im thinking of something.Do you think I will grow fat?Haha, im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/111177529127774369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/111177529127774369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111177529127774369' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-111169161117674546</id><published>2005-03-25T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T02:21:06.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A new chapter ; A new life so yes, once again.... I AM BACK.it feels very weird blogging again.so where do i start?we just ended B divison and we came in 2nd.well, its better than nothing cos i didnt really expect my team to get this far. yeah, some other players from other schools might beg to differ but i dont really care. it shows that you guys are just being real shallow. it doesnt matter, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/111169161117674546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/111169161117674546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111169161117674546' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-110527753548068893</id><published>2005-01-09T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T21:32:15.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You are the rainbow in my life So yes, someone tagged and said " You suck "Well, thank you very much. I know i suck.. Its amazing that you are the first to tell me. I really appreciate that you come right to my face and tell me so. Haha. Come on everybody, tell me I suck. I really wanna know that I suck. Oh yeah man joan anne, you really do suck.What do I suck?I love sucking nipples.One </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/110527753548068893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/110527753548068893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110527753548068893' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-110432981249039203</id><published>2004-12-29T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T22:16:52.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Babyboy, dont leave me now. boo says there's 12 days of christmas.Yay, quickly spread the spirit of christmas before the 12 days are up. OH, and those who forgot to give ME presents, BUY THEM QUICKLY !! heh heh.3 days of hockey is a killer.3 days of waking up so early, killer.3 days of nonstop scolding, killer.3 days of running, killer.3 days of feeling smelly, killer.BUT,3 days of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/110432981249039203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/110432981249039203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110432981249039203' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-110400478422769495</id><published>2004-12-26T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T04:05:33.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I love spreading the love, but not to you okay, this is madness.CHRISTMAS IS OVER.now, its JOLLY MERRY BOXING DAY !!go all out now, to box anyone you hate.heh heh heh.Its 0344 now and i cant sleep. why? i dont know. maybe cos i cant believe christmas is over.. bye bye christmas. now i have to wait for next year. haha, and i can feel it coming!! yay !!christmas eve was good. went for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/110400478422769495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/110400478422769495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110400478422769495' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-110278387705454070</id><published>2004-12-11T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T00:51:17.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Love I may be able to speak the langagues of men and even of angels, but if I have no love, my speech is no more than a noisy gong or a clanging bell. I may have the gift of inspired preaching : I may have all knowledge and understand all secrets ; I may have all the faith needed to move mountians - but if I have no love, I am nothing. I may give away everything I have, and even give up my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/110278387705454070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/110278387705454070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110278387705454070' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-110273793124182912</id><published>2004-12-11T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T12:08:12.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                                              no more ronan keatingALL i want now is robbie williams.when will he come right to me, i wondered.guess what? he came to me already. (:and that sweet sweet kiss from him.he's so horny alright. (never mind. i like it! ) im so hounoured that he slept beside me.i cant stop thinking about these nights.i totally miss robbie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/110273793124182912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/110273793124182912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110273793124182912' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-110251179972972459</id><published>2004-12-08T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T21:16:39.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I wish you love Now Im in the mood of jazz baby.Rock on with them, they make me feel at peace. Boy, I've waited all my life to cross this line. So will you grant me my wish, And be with me, please?Back from JB is horrible.I survived his training.I became stronger.Yay, I can become Britney Spears.Stronger than yesterday... Blah blah..Oh yeah baby, Im gonna get my Kenzo perfume soon</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/110251179972972459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/110251179972972459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110251179972972459' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-110139386325660413</id><published>2004-11-25T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T22:44:23.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> IM BACK FROM MARS I had a splendid time over at Mars. Checking out guys at Mars was great. I met... Tom, Dick, Harry, Potter, Moses, Peter, Mark, Joesph and Matthew. Ahh.. I miss Mars already.How many days have I not blogged? Since the 7 to now.. Go do the math yourself. Yes, so you must have been wondering, " What on earth has Joan-Anne  being doing ? " Okay seriously, what have I been up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/110139386325660413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/110139386325660413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110139386325660413' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109974292144643320</id><published>2004-11-06T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T20:08:41.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> All that's missing is your morning kiss That used to greet me This is the long goodbyeSomebody tell me whyTwo lovers in love cant make itJust what kind of love keeps breaking a heartNo matter how hard I tryI always make you cryCome on baby it's over let's face itAll that's happening here is a long goodbye-Indulgence in my own self mourning The pity I get is remarkable. My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109974292144643320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109974292144643320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109974292144643320' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109958416423612774</id><published>2004-11-05T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T00:02:44.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Body Breakdown i feel nothing.one word.hatred.ive had enough.this has to stop.enough, i said enough.so long.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109958416423612774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109958416423612774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109958416423612774' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109940937252371093</id><published>2004-11-02T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:34:54.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Vanessa Cheong Pei Jun !!! :D-singshappy birthday to you.happy birthday to you.happy birthday to vanessa cheong pei jun...happy birthday to youuuuuu !!!may all your sweet little wishes come true.you are a year older so that means.. haha you get to watch NC16 shows !! how exciting !! eh eh, im not jealous that you can watch and I cant.. ANYWAY, you dont have to sneak in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109940937252371093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109940937252371093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109940937252371093' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109913391481041405</id><published>2004-10-30T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T19:06:11.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever since man has learned to give each part of the body a name, the body has given him less trouble. He has also learned that the soul is nothing more than the grey matter of the brain in action. The old duality of body and soul has become shrouded in scientific terminology. and we can laugh at it as merely an obsolete prejudice.But just make someone who has fallen in love listen to his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109913391481041405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109913391481041405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109913391481041405' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109887699498064274</id><published>2004-10-27T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T19:36:34.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Ignorance is the night of the mind, but a night without moon and star - ConfuciusThe moon was up last night.Hidden beneath the murky clouds. I couldnt help but focus on you. Everything that came into my mind was simply you. Why? I nearly missed my bus, just by staring at the sky. Sigh.. Why is it always when I am at my happiest state, things will just change and I start to lose every happy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109887699498064274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109887699498064274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109887699498064274' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109845481781903145</id><published>2004-10-22T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T22:20:17.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello joan anne ! ! ! :D-grinns i know you miss me.boo misses her baby girl so very much.  xoxo boo :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109845481781903145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109845481781903145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109845481781903145' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109844203274123996</id><published>2004-10-22T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T19:12:28.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do the birds keep on singing Ive decided to go to school for the whole of next week. I mean, I cant just keep staying home and not do anything. Plus, my mom doesnt want me to work and according to my classmates, they are starting lessons already. Maybe, I should just go to school and study all over again. I shouldnt be treating this as my holiday already. In fact, it isnt at all. I totally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109844203274123996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109844203274123996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109844203274123996' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109802109306710799</id><published>2004-10-17T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:51:33.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> There is no one out there, not a soul to meet. Is there any meaning to that ?Hmm..Anyhow, I am aching all over.Not play hockey for 2 months is bad.And i stress : NOT and BAD.Just one whole day, playing hockey.Only for 30 mins, only 30 mins !!!And only like.. 4 games we played.I was out of breath, and super tired.My muscles were calling out for me, telling me to stop.On top of it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109802109306710799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109802109306710799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109802109306710799' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109724867252838938</id><published>2004-10-08T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T15:17:31.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everything about you amazes meFinally, the papers are over.Not exactly all.. Im left with Accounts.That is torturing. Help?!?All my papers are alright.Except for Maths - major screw up.Literature - writing non-stop and obviously, crap.English - i screw up my format.Science - chem was a joy ! bio? down the drain.Wonder if i'll get my A's man.I need them. I need them.Off the books..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109724867252838938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109724867252838938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109724867252838938' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109672983390844295</id><published>2004-10-02T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T16:07:34.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>would you marry me?im so tired these few days.its just books,books and books.and i dont know what to do on monday.would my efforts go down the drains?i'm so so so scared now.sigh.dont you all just hate exams?That sucks, dont it?off to study , Again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109672983390844295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109672983390844295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109672983390844295' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109609308985493767</id><published>2004-09-25T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T14:18:09.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The difference between Love and Like )':In front of the person you like, your heart beats fasterBut in front of the person you love, you get happy.In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring.But in front of the person you like, winter is just beautiful winter.If you look into the eyes of the one you like, you blush.But if you look into the eyes of the one you love, you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109609308985493767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109609308985493767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109609308985493767' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109601739377932107</id><published>2004-09-24T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T17:16:33.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maybe, maybe not.. im falling for you, all over again..Hmm.. heard from my classmates that Mrs Karen Leong reads our blog.. Oh well, let it be then. if she wants to read it, go ahead!! cos you will only be reading crude sweet remarks all about you.. how you poke into our lives etc.. like what stacy said, this will only make us Hate you even more.. I really wonder why you want to read our blog</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109601739377932107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109601739377932107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109601739377932107' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109542755371541697</id><published>2004-09-17T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T21:30:28.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No, I seriously do hate you ever wonder if you could have a better day ?no, you wont.. cos it just wont come.this stupid emotions keeps buildingand it cant stop..if you all could just spare a thoughtfor the others, it would be better.it isnt fun waking up and knowingwhat kind of day you will get.it isnt fun when your peersmock you down.it isnt nice at all.i do not like it.i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109542755371541697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109542755371541697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109542755371541697' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109515312803516969</id><published>2004-09-14T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T17:12:08.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> hold on little girl, im coming soonI lead a terrible and lonely life.Why is it so that almost everyday, i spent 23 hours thinking about the saddest moment in my life. I never seem to find my happiness or something that will make me really happy. This makes me insane and makes me want to scream my brains out. Poor little brains, if I ever do scream my brains out. It is as if, life is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109515312803516969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109515312803516969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109515312803516969' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109466444473957209</id><published>2004-09-09T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T14:56:19.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blogger, you suck EDITED !fine.apparently, i typed everything nicely.but fcukinghellblogger just cant post.wah lau..waste of timewaste my time thinking.do you know how precious my braincells are?deprieving me of this.AHHH.what is wrong with me?shitassholecheeebaihell.-If you are a Cat: An extremely lovable, adorable person, sometimes shy,with a passion for quick wit. At times, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109466444473957209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109466444473957209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109466444473957209' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109455210874721933</id><published>2004-09-07T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T18:15:08.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> i bring luck to anyone -bigfatwidesmile:D :DI AM SO HAPPY.BEYOND HAPPY.what is beyond happy?only sam would understand ! -smiles.i wont talk about my papers.i hate talking bout my papers.enough of them, its over.right right?? yes, i am right.okay, firstly, we went over to sam's place.walked movies. FIRST TIME EVER,i got scared watching a scary movie.stace and amy scared me.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109455210874721933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109455210874721933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109455210874721933' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109414106823295995</id><published>2004-09-03T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T00:04:28.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> A wonderful song :Pjoan is a lesbian, thats what everyone says.she thinks she's a fool, but she's so cool.who is lesbian, and i can find the words to saythat song was edited by me.this is the real one.*name is changed to protect the identity of the person.joan* is a gay, thats what everyone says.he thinks he's so cool, but he's a fool.who is a gay, and i cant find the words to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109414106823295995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109414106823295995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109414106823295995' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109414045271166238</id><published>2004-09-02T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T23:54:12.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if i cant have you,no one else willim going to keep this real shortand hopefully, sweet.day off tmr.no school...wait, the school is still therejust that i dont want to goto school tmr.and why ?my little sister is sick andi, being the best sister..will take care of her.oh and yes, study too.eiks.singapore idol is screwed up too.what rubbish singers do they have?not that i am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109414045271166238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109414045271166238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109414045271166238' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109405152453209862</id><published>2004-09-01T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:12:04.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it is the end of me(:i had a really awesome time lastnight.grinn- :Dtown with neng and jessica.THEY are my lucky charm!i couldnt believe i saw zach !!i mean, -screams !!well, neng should know why laa.now i feel as though, ive done the wrongthing back then. okay, i did do thewrong things.. i am regretting now.):but i just didnt get to see gab.how sad is that ?let it be : Very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109405152453209862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109405152453209862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109405152453209862' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109393031632763032</id><published>2004-08-31T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T13:31:56.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you love me, entertain meday was good, i say.cant get any better.. (:taking pictures was fun.hanging around with the girls,was even better.. heh.(:HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY !!although, i hope no teachers evercome here.. i know some does.ah, whatever only lahh..the celebration was alright.dancing was good.singing was good too..hmm, and sam won 3rd forthe best dressing up lah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109393031632763032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109393031632763032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109393031632763032' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109379377151958710</id><published>2004-08-29T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T23:36:11.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The perfect someone could only beyou alone.(':day today was great though.out with sam, azy, stace and sarah ..watched a movie - Stepford Wivesit was alright, wouldnt say real good or bad.but, i'll give it.. hmm, 3 popcorns !!right, i think im really in need of clothes.anyone feeling really generous and rich?spare me cash, or simply buy me clothes !!kidding.but if you really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109379377151958710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109379377151958710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109379377151958710' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109358754332073052</id><published>2004-08-27T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T14:19:03.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stop acting silly and be sillyGRINNNN !! -jumps up and down (:prelims, over !one word :relieved.but i cant slack still, there's the bigger horror waiting for me. BIG N's ! okay, its not really called big but its still big. oh crap lah.all my papers were screwed up.okay, maybe not all.. but i know maths - fail.i think. hah.and i know, i was being irritating duringthe papers. right,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109358754332073052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109358754332073052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109358754332073052' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109342066269183289</id><published>2004-08-25T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T16:00:08.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Orange Wolf type, who is plain and simple.You give an impression of being very clean and tidy.You don't get shy and are open sort of woman.You are very straight forward in that you do not really care about the others feelings and emotions.Therefore people think you lack feminine consideration.You are intelligent person, and have wide knowledge.You will not be influenced by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109342066269183289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109342066269183289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109342066269183289' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109302227643491152</id><published>2004-08-21T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T01:25:33.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i really wonderhow fat cows can run ? the temperature now is cold..cause i just showered.hmm, i predict .. its, minus 0 degrees. ( like how Mr Yeo always asks us to predict the temperature etc.. ) see, this shows, i listen to his lessons and im following his footsteps. hurr.mun yoke asked me something real funny just now.. can anyone forget the website for blogspot? apparently, she did ! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109302227643491152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109302227643491152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109302227643491152' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109282482159051272</id><published>2004-08-18T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T18:32:48.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>god damn it, you big time suckers )':its all a lie.. big lie.right, i was on my way home in the bus, sitting down (obviously) .. and then, this old lady sat beside me. i mean, i dont mind an old lady sitting beside me.. but, she didnt have to sleep right? okay, she can sleep but not like banging her head into my shoulders lahh. it was so irritating and annoying having someone's head just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109282482159051272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109282482159051272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109282482159051272' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109250019653514904</id><published>2004-08-14T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T00:24:49.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wish for you on a falling star,wondering where you are it was friday the 13 yesterday.its been one year since i lost my handphone.stupid friday the 13.. /:stayed home the whole day, doing maths. hurr.during the process, i damaged my brain cells.burst.jean told me to practice math like everyday for urm, 2 hours? and she will be my tutor. yay ? or boo? hm. (:found out things that were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109250019653514904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109250019653514904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109250019653514904' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109229480847520392</id><published>2004-08-12T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T15:21:22.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there was a man,a lonely manman is .. Me.okay, im not a man, a girl.. but who cares? we're all regarded as men whether or not we're females and blahh.. right? hmm. oh yes, ive taken out the tagboard. its pretty screwed up just leaving it there and apparently, no one can find it, cos if stace cant find it, no one else can. then again, you might just have to blame it on her blurness to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109229480847520392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109229480847520392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109229480847520392' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109214904902021703</id><published>2004-08-10T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T14:57:33.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have the perfect song right now to post, but i'll do it later or another time. cos i found something really nice.. its a poem. hmm.. speaks alot. wonder if it can relate to me.. hmm.the song is - The glory of loveaye, the song is really good, damn nice.(':at you, i stareaway you glareyou walk awaythe sky is greyi see no trusta big contrastfrom a memoryus, lovey doveyat me, you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109214904902021703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109214904902021703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109214904902021703' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-10920672504430718</id><published>2004-08-09T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T22:31:22.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'll blame it on the weather man )':life at one moment may seem the fullest to you. but by one single silly action of ours, everything seems like its back to square one. falling down is easy, getting back up is difficult. why? why is it that humans lack of courage? to stand out to anything.. we just hide behind screens, waiting and hoping for things to happen. then if we cant get what we want</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/10920672504430718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/10920672504430718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#10920672504430718' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109197972472950194</id><published>2004-08-08T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T00:18:00.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tag board is on the left.. go find it. hah. this is just goddamnirritating. i cant seem to fix the bloody tagboard.. its irritating me.. haha. actually, i dont see why i should put it up, cos i might get more somebodys to diss me again. yeahh.. but who cares? leave whatever msg you want, i dont mind. its not as if, i'll get OHSOAFFECTED by it.. hah. how funny though, how people will hide behind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109197972472950194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109197972472950194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109197972472950194' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109186704419052899</id><published>2004-08-07T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T16:28:51.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what goes around, comes around whats up with people dissing man? totally no life. or maybe trying to seek attention from the crowd.. hmm ive a good feeling who this somebody is but i wont make any wrong accusation. however, just dont let me confirm it and just dont let me find you. but what have i done wrong to you that you have to say that bout me? and, i am not proud of myself being a leader </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109186704419052899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109186704419052899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109186704419052899' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109152598544757091</id><published>2004-08-03T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T15:45:16.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She ...may be the face i cant forget havent blogged in like ages. haha.i cant really be bothered to update either.there's nothing i can blog bout ? and.. my comp is freaking hell screwed. thats damn sad.. it'll just off like that. damn. rarrrr...game later. and i havent changed. shit.. gotta run now.haha. just wanted to post sthg. cos my blog seems lifeless? haha.adidos peeps. tc !</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109152598544757091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109152598544757091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109152598544757091' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109060585834558545</id><published>2004-07-24T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T15:39:21.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you only have one life so make full use of it, once its gone, your life will never return to you.-points up. dont you think its true? sigh.. what if one day my life is taken away and given back to god? sigh, i have so many things i have yet to do.. things i want to say to others.. that is why, we have to be happy 24/7 .. we cant let anything bring us down. meaningless. people say their life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109060585834558545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109060585834558545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109060585834558545' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109051192943626514</id><published>2004-07-22T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T00:02:32.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh look what you done you've made a fool of everyone:/ so someone.. whats up man? do you have a problem if i have a junior like hanwei? does it matter if i call her huajia? why dont you just COME uo to me, and tell me what you just tagged? hey, your parents didnt give a name? or are you a orphan? tsk. i pity you.. no name, no parents.. no identity. how sad can that get? come on, do you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109051192943626514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109051192943626514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109051192943626514' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109007651635576739</id><published>2004-07-18T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T23:01:56.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good morning everyone!!!lets say the morning poetry out loud by HUAJIA.good morning mr sunshine.i see you every morning.you gave me light and energy.all thanks to you mr sunshine.its midnight now.not morning my dear.i know i am crazyy.but all you need to know its huajia which is me!!? love joan!!!hahaha.i love her.huajia invaded.shh!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109007651635576739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109007651635576739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109007651635576739' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-109006883435716304</id><published>2004-07-17T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T21:44:13.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why cant it just be me and you? is there a need to have someone else?   and so, i havent been blogging for how BC years. miss typing. haha but i dont know what i should update bout. Hmm.   but i must say, blogger keeps changing. god, this damn post thing sucks. haha.   AHHH !!! there is this stinky smell coming from my house. its killing me.. im having a headache due to this. and i cant </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109006883435716304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/109006883435716304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109006883435716304' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108948534089046719</id><published>2004-07-11T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T02:49:00.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Notice me, take my hand Why are we strangers when Our love is strong Why carry on without me -just got back home frm movie. Spider Man 2 (:haha. okay, it was alright. nothing great.thought it could be better though.hmm. recap what happened during the week.090704-out with sam and sarah.-watched a movie, Super Size Me(and i ate Macs today. and according to ian,THAT show, gave me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108948534089046719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108948534089046719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108948534089046719' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108920828686302257</id><published>2004-07-07T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T21:51:26.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> how can such simple wordspierce thru my heart okay. this post is mainly for you. i dont know why the sudden change of everything. but its making me go crazy. i wonder if you ever thought if i was leading you on? you have given me two choices : one, its either i let you go, for good. or make you mine. which should i choose? sigh. are my expectations so high that you have to compare youself?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108920828686302257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108920828686302257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108920828686302257' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108887918357342815</id><published>2004-07-04T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T02:37:31.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> my eyes are set on you alone -stretches! im very tired. i stress on very.yawns. but i dont want to sleep yet. just not in the mood to lie on my bed.i need to take a cold shower. have to.my head feels so heavy. roar !! :(sunday (last night)game today was great. i loved it. (xit was much better without Him. everyone got sub, which was good too.score 6-1 .. yupp. empire was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108887918357342815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108887918357342815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108887918357342815' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108878384469360925</id><published>2004-07-02T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T23:57:24.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh well.i have been trying to say how much i love huajia.and how much she mean to me.she isnt just a normal junior.oh i just simply love her.shhh.huajia invaded.but i know she do love me.haha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108878384469360925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108878384469360925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108878384469360925' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108878299534626423</id><published>2004-07-02T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T01:48:13.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> undress my soul,its dying to be free havent been blogging for 4 days.good.. im trying not to come onlineduring the weekdays okay. and i did it. HAH. let's see how long this will last. hmm..right, lets recall from monday to thursday.monday : school was a horror.i forgot what i did. but i had trainingwhich i enjoyed. yupp. oh yes,it was a sleeping day for me.last period - Chinese.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108878299534626423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108878299534626423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108878299534626423' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108809052059034131</id><published>2004-06-24T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:46:37.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>roasting like a chicken sounds goodMood : Irritatedwhen i look into the mirror,i see a pig staring right at me.:|my mood is messing me up.ive got a real terrilbe headache.it's killing me. ROAR !!got red today after going to the beach.the sun wasnt really good but it was nice.not too hot; windy. wondeful. guess i waspretty tired till i fell asleep while tanning.and yes, im only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108809052059034131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108809052059034131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108809052059034131' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108798355515405645</id><published>2004-06-23T17:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T19:44:01.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>take my hand, oh sweet angel.im yearning for that touch-doesnt the date remind me of something?something which was long ago.something dear to me.but ive lost it all, just like that.i dont like the date todae. sigh. memories rushing back.-backkk ! had stupid fnn practical todae. screw it okay. ughh.CHUbrain didnt bother to taste my food.cos she said there's nothing she can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108798355515405645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108798355515405645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108798355515405645' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108781686610818725</id><published>2004-06-21T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T20:04:02.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love having you under my controlits nice to see you helplessabd begging for helpI'm enjoying every moment(:Mood = Ecentricfirst things first,-GRINNNNim thinking of cutting my hair this week.back to fringe again, but i'll make its nicer.and and, babygirl too wants to cut her hair.also fringe. and im talking to her right now,and we're afraid that we'll look kuku la.and i said, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108781686610818725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108781686610818725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108757014718080072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108757014718080072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108757014718080072' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108737956204894064</id><published>2004-06-16T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T17:52:42.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> i dont wish to do anythingi cant do anythingits beyond my reach -sorryi think i made things worse.i guess, i shouldnt have said much.now things are worse, all thanks to me.i know, sorry aint gonna do much help to all these.but i cant think of what im supposed to do.or what i think is right. how am i to solve it?i shouldnt have said anything, done anything.i should have kept it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108737956204894064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108737956204894064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108737956204894064' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108731516551332192</id><published>2004-06-15T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T00:20:18.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maybe time will make things right-right. so training was horrible. worse training i ever had. maybe its just me, i dont know?hellers. two sides was total shit.this really is my lowest moment, huh?but the coach was simply great.he is really nice. at least better than bal.so training was good and bad. good cos i enjoyed the drills.bad cos, i couldnt think.-and i think about you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108731516551332192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108731516551332192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108731516551332192' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108722941104566388</id><published>2004-06-14T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T00:18:55.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why is it whenever im at my happiest moment,i'll fall and hurt myself by someone who is close.-still pretty lost over what happened. not sure who to trust, what to believe.my ears aint helping me so is my mind, heart. sigh.i just dont want things to get worse? or out of hand? or you getting into trouble.you seem not to care. sigh. maybe it wasnta right move of me to tell you bout it,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108722941104566388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108722941104566388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108706793427373693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108706793427373693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108706793427373693' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108705617817620147</id><published>2004-06-12T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T00:02:58.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> where did things go wrong ? whatever it is, i dont know and i dont care. i just feel so pissed. okay, not pissed. not even angry. i just feel.. ugh. seriously, i dont know what im feeling. its so funny, how things could spread so fast. what people said and all. please, i hate those kind of people. yah, if pathma didnt tell me what happened, hoho. god knows what else THEY would say. or maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108705617817620147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108705617817620147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108705617817620147' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108696922290417920</id><published>2004-06-11T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T23:53:42.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>give me one more try, please ?i will prove you wrong. IM BACCKK !!!hockey camp was G R E A T ! to me i guess. at least he wasnt that bad.he was way way way much better than before.and, it wasnt really that tough. i think ?we did the same thing everyday okay. and i, study everyday. HAH. but, i didnt only study.only boo, mun and xinni knows what i did. BAHAHA (:i just dislike the last</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108696922290417920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108696922290417920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108696922290417920' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108644546741314556</id><published>2004-06-05T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T22:52:08.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> sexiest goddess okay, so i haven't been updating.but does it really matter ? hmm.3rd June 2004it was utterly horrible.irk. stupidest game ever.tonnes of scolding from him, no doubt.and i dont like his exzpectations frm us.its irritating !! together with that word. ugh. even if i do give instructions, i will still get scolded. so what for say anything ?and yah, you said it wouldnt be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108644546741314556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108644546741314556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108644546741314556' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108618585296629709</id><published>2004-06-02T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T22:21:21.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> would you like to be my king ? and I your queen ? -day worked out fine. woke up early today, surprisingly. got my sister to massage me than i went to bathe.headed out with family for lunch. then to auntsplace. haha. spent the whole day there, eating.tian, been eating way too much. i hate holidays. got back home, ate again. dang, dinner is out for my tmr. so is lunch. yeahh.. im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108618585296629709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108618585296629709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108618585296629709' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108610121791095673</id><published>2004-06-01T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T22:46:57.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-i think its just me. and maybe you.i dont know. im kinda like feeling low..i feel sad. like really sad. i feel ignored. unwanted.whats happening ? i think i need to talk to someone. but i hate talking to people bout stuff like these.why on earth am i making it known ? i dont know whats wrong. i need to be happy. i want to be happy.am i being happy because i am trying to cover my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108610121791095673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108610121791095673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108610121791095673' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108609977239751894</id><published>2004-06-01T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T22:29:53.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> frm head to toe im in pain seriously am aching all over now.frm my body all the way to my calfs. sighh. its hurting me, i cant walk properly.really.and i have a beep test on thursday,plus a game. how shit is that. shit.today. hmm. the game was horrid. very bad. extremely.plus, i told them not to do some stuffs but in the end, i did it myself. how stupid of me.and, i didnt play my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108609977239751894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108609977239751894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108609977239751894' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108597387447260801</id><published>2004-05-31T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T11:28:30.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> apple of my eyes. goodheavens. samchng left !! she left already !i miss her. haha. well, i really feel likemeeting her now. dont know why. her company is simply great (: till she comes home, i'll be missing her. just read The Little Prince.nice book. hmm. sweet.adults can NEVER understand us kids. right ?yes.. training the past few days.great i tell you. nice. he seems nicer.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108597387447260801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108597387447260801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108597387447260801' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108575775137417989</id><published>2004-05-28T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T23:22:31.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> im a drama queen ? day was good. all went well. at least i enjoyed myself.(:yah, went to school. blah blah blah.total waste of time in school. shouldnt have goneto school man. should have just stayed home andsleep all day. be an owl again. heh. had founder's day mass today. 150 years. ij !went out after school, headed to town.ate at pasta, (im feeling the fats already)then, we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108575775137417989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108575775137417989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108575775137417989' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108567247460841971</id><published>2004-05-27T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T23:50:51.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> butterflies kisses had a very tiring day. bahh.went for school training with babygirl (:which was totally fun and exciting !!also, we had a great time. me spanking her butt x)after that, went all the way down to delta for another training. hur ! super shagged. yawns.school was great too. well, not THAT great.had to see mrsleong cos i did badly for mids. shitthemamaasses man !! roar !</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108567247460841971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108567247460841971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108567247460841971' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108556793069727421</id><published>2004-05-26T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T18:43:01.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> unity is THE word just found out that MORE THAN  HALF my class didnt come to school today. haha. and im one of them. damn funny. i mean, its very obvious la. my clique didnt come to school. jaime's clique as well. HAHA. we are so going to die tmr. heh. oh hecks !!but hey, staying at home is super ok !! (:i was sleeping all day long. hehehe. frm 12am to 4pm. how nice is that ?i know. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108556793069727421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108556793069727421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108556793069727421' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108549098919628362</id><published>2004-05-25T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T21:21:02.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cant sleep at night till your by my side(:day was awesome. hah !played speed in the morning. in the afternoon.and yes.. i beat rina and almost won stace. heh.sam didnt come to school today, wonder how she is. ahhh.. sarah was really funny today. wegiebution.ohmytian. she is funny la. totally made a fool out of herself.hurhur.just read rina's blog. HEY. i wasnt doing ANYTHING to the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108549098919628362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108549098919628362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108549098919628362' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108541177813386819</id><published>2004-05-24T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T23:18:33.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> 'Because I'm sadistic' said Crake.I love to watch you suffer. bought a new book  not long ago..haha. i must say, its alittle weird. the plot and all.. haha. Oryx and Crake. Nice. Margaret Atwood. yesterdaythe dinner was great. (:jean was asked to sing a song for us !!whoohoo ! run away.. run away jean.. heh x)it was simply great la. the company. cool.plus, we had some awards, and i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108541177813386819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108541177813386819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108541177813386819' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108522685316125216</id><published>2004-05-22T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T23:20:30.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DenyMy beingRefuseMy worthI amSyntheticExistingFor what?back from school. long day man..plus, with all those decorations. phew. its over.tmr, having a dinner in school. M3 orangized it. hmm.she's been really nice lately. and its giving me the creeps.dinner tmr can be screwed man. going to see suppiah. and i dont want to see her cos i havent been goingfor trgs. shit. booo, how? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108522685316125216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108522685316125216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108522685316125216' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108496053184468030</id><published>2004-05-19T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T19:56:43.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>captivated by that smile of yours:)not only am i happy, im extremely happpy !!grinnns. waterboy waterboy.. you totally rock  !! (:dear sam, im sorry. i wont snatch him from you. i wouldnt dare. plus, you see him all the time. heh. sorry, i wont look at him. no maybe, i'll stare at him frm a distance. smiles. :D cant wait to go to your house again. laladidum (:yes, we went to sam's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108496053184468030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108496053184468030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108496053184468030' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108464297402934312</id><published>2004-05-16T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T01:42:54.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If love was meant for us,the aile of the church was made for us,and eternity will be name after you &amp; I In this moment of being a girl, so pretty, giving, focused on the rest of the world, why can't it mean to be myself instead?I walk away from love and hang my head.So cast me "deep" into the western sea, Let the water and the fish and sand untangle the whole of me. I gaze out on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108464297402934312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108464297402934312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108464297402934312' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108462852680418281</id><published>2004-05-15T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T21:42:06.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>screw the bloody tits of our team la. why on earth do they have to go for a trip during the holidays? yes, all the rich kids. so what? hey. i think team bonding is much more important than your stupid holidays la. also, so much cock bout ure wanting to win THE tournament when the players in the team aint doing their part.. like HELLO ?? excuse me. cnat stand it really. i really hope all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108462852680418281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108462852680418281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108462852680418281' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108460127274364570</id><published>2004-05-15T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T01:17:36.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> pitchblack EDITED okok, i haven been online for yonks and yonks.and blogger changed drastically la. didnt have time to blog cos of exams.and almost every paper was screwed up. sighh. everytime i get the paper, i start to get nervous. and then, i'll start to feel sleepy and i'll sleep.all the time la.for ss, after every question, i sleep.fnn, also the same.. sleep.the only paper i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108460127274364570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108460127274364570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108460127274364570' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108351169267709578</id><published>2004-05-02T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T23:36:41.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> with the taste of your lips im on a ridee the thought of school tmr is so dreadful.dangs la. five periods of HER. 2 periods of HER as well.what else man ? i hate mondays. monday blue. eiks !! out with rina, clara and neng on friday. haha. had real fun with them la. all three, hm. mad womans. (xheard they were trying on alot of clothes. then after that, we walked, and walked. clara </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108351169267709578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108351169267709578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108351169267709578' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108282403476212345</id><published>2004-04-25T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T00:46:01.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I just love to see you smile  Rain on me now simple simon says..i hate you. i hate you. i hate you.i hate you.simple simon says again..i love you.i love you.i love you.i love you.so what does simple simon says? hm. hm.hm.hm.hm.maybe you shouldnt have told me anything.-rina, i want you back. cos i feel like i need to talk to you.i need to ask u something and tell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108282403476212345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108282403476212345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108282403476212345' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108236508083525737</id><published>2004-04-19T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T17:07:31.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> the morning dew  BOOMMM !!! im frustrated already. whines. i slept thru chinese today and theytried to wake me up but i simply refuse to get up.plus, i was trying to sleep cos i wantedto get rid of such idiotic thoughts that wereramming thru my mind. it hurts. but haha. i dont know how im feeling, really. i just feel so..weird.funny.pissed ??annoyed !!!sad.happy. ( i dont know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108236508083525737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108236508083525737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108236508083525737' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108222248922057501</id><published>2004-04-18T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T16:29:50.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>annoyedfreakkk !!!!okok, i have found out something but damn it la.sigh. i dont know now.. if i should carry on whatim doing. as rina puts it, im living in denial. that so freaking suck. i always thought of you asa really nice person .. i know there isnt any intentionbehind all those that happened, but, hell la. i dontknow la. im just feeling very annoyed and yes, i haventfelt like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108222248922057501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108222248922057501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108222248922057501' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108212407206819297</id><published>2004-04-16T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T22:05:53.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> moon princess hooray for Isabel house (xwell done sharon, haha. thoughi know you will never read this,but hecks, you did well. glad for you !!yes, sportd day was good.but it wasa kinda boring.. yah. actually, its just a waste of time. Marie house won in cheerleading.i had to lead the house in cheer ofr awhileand i went off key. wth. bahhhhs.oh yah rina, you did a really goodjob </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108212407206819297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108212407206819297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108212407206819297' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108193818387209656</id><published>2004-04-14T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T18:32:31.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> the world has turned upside down smell my fart. POOOT !!!school today was crappp. big time hell yes. sigh. stace was in a horrid mood. well, now i know what happened, must be the monthly lady pestering her. or as she says, the weather. the weather hasbeen like crazy these past few days. beans.its either humid. no single wind at all or or or, totally damndamndamn hot. wth la. okok, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108193818387209656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108193818387209656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108193818387209656' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108161949328593379</id><published>2004-04-11T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T01:54:20.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> lonely eyes will see me fall yes pei cheong jun..im here to update again. hurms. had a really hot training today. luckily for good friday, i can have more rest at home rather than being in school and burning my brains. i found out something.. haha. cant believe we have something in common huh? haha. grins (xits really amazing that we think the same? hah. my sweet crush !! grinnns</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108161949328593379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108161949328593379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108161949328593379' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108100425853004769</id><published>2004-04-03T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T23:05:22.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> perk me up now, im in need for that first things first... mousemouse x)sorry for not updating. yes i know you missed me terribly. but that doesnt mean i have to update my blog for you, BUTBUT, since youare my loyal blogreader, i will update it.. just for you !! be honoured !! plus, i know you missmissmissmissmissmissmissmissme like crazy right? orhh, i am starting to feel oh-so-shy ..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108100425853004769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108100425853004769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108100425853004769' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-108031033494064145</id><published>2004-03-26T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T22:33:18.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> olly olly olly haha. had a really fun week at school. but let me start off with this first, (:during biology, i was sticking my head into gemma's pyjamas and guess whati saw? haha!! looks at -samstacesarah.I saw pubic hair !!! and its gemma's hair la. it was likebloody long and curly? goodness. so we just laughed&amp;laughed&amp;laughed !!okok, trg tmr. bahhhs. game on sunday. ughh.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108031033494064145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/108031033494064145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108031033494064145' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-107984349020488367</id><published>2004-03-21T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T12:33:56.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> hot yum chocolate m gonna go sentosa soon. waiting for cousin to fetch us there. wanna tan tan tan. i am so fair. yucks.sigh. i am back to my sad shit again. ugh. hate feeling this way. ):ive been so lonely. so alone.no one there.. for me. sigh. i've been here before a few times, and im quite aware that IM dying.eyes dont you fall, tears dont u cry. i dowan to cry no more. tears</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107984349020488367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107984349020488367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107984349020488367' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-107971136403921218</id><published>2004-03-19T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T12:27:04.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> what does the world need now? just watched Naruto.bet yall wouldnt know what it is..heh. it's a japanese ninja show!!!:)super nice la.. that is why. ive spent my nights watching themand ended up, getting nagged by dad. hurhur. anyhow, that's another reason whyim always shown as 'busy' when im online. okok, enough of it. [(*you took my heart away. give it back to me now.*)]am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107971136403921218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107971136403921218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107971136403921218' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-107911271129062175</id><published>2004-03-13T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T01:34:09.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> more than words Saying I love youIs not the words I want to hear from youIt's not that dont want youNot to say, but if you only knewHow easy it would be to show me how you feelMore than words is all you have to do to make it realThen you wouldn't have to say that you love meCos I'd already knowWhat would you do if i took those words from you,More than words to show you feelThat your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107911271129062175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107911271129062175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107911271129062175' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-107911094994028022</id><published>2004-03-13T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T01:26:31.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> talk to me, tell me your sign I need you like water, like breath, like rainI need you like mercy from Heaven's gate,There's a freedom in your arms that carries me throughI need youokok. lets get down to business. im so happy that both girls&amp;boys lost. yes yes yes :))) the difference between us and RI..RI came is 1st----STC came in 4th.uhhuh.. same coach by the way. i think he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107911094994028022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107911094994028022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107911094994028022' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-107873816986277885</id><published>2004-03-08T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T17:42:36.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> can i kiss you? its raining, its pouringthe old man is snoring. he went to bed and knock his headand could not get up in the morning. rainrainrain. how nice is the rain? its been raining since school time. its really the best weather to sleep now. yawns. school was fine. had five laughing periods. (: idiot4 became really moody towards the end of school.dont know what came up with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107873816986277885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107873816986277885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107873816986277885' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-107849298511564552</id><published>2004-03-05T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T21:25:15.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> its all over. our dreams are dashed. no matter what, we are still as one. just keep holdig on to what we are dreaming of. I will make things work next year. I will make things work. I wont let you down.cry no more girls, its over. look forward to the next.if you fall, we just have to pick ourselves up again. winning and losing is always part of life. we are champions, in each and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107849298511564552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107849298511564552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107849298511564552' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-107798924790077589</id><published>2004-02-29T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T01:32:00.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>which way am I suppose to go? turn left? turn right? or do i just go straight and never make any turns?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107798924790077589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107798924790077589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107798924790077589' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-107798697460003642</id><published>2004-02-29T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T01:00:07.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> heaven by your side little girls are adorablelittle boys too. but once they start to cry,you feel like killing them too.-one week passed like so damn fast.and the weekends are so short. how can I even take a long rest? CA week soon, i feel prepared , but still am so worried. my mind is dead, tired. how in the world am i to study? kill me, joan. sighs. troubles troubles. my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107798697460003642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107798697460003642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107798697460003642' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-107746193596717894</id><published>2004-02-22T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T23:03:05.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> was it wrong of me to say, I love you Anything but ordinarySometimes I get so weirdI even freak myself outI laugh myself to sleepIt's my lullabySometimes I drive so fastJust to feel the dangerI wanna screamIt makes me feel aliveIs it enough to love?Is it enough to breathe?Somebody rip my heart outAnd leave me here to bleedIs it enough to die?Somebody save my lifeI'd rather be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107746193596717894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107746193596717894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107746193596717894' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-107736976354295900</id><published>2004-02-21T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T21:25:17.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> grumpiness i think this is me now.  feeling all grumpy. ha!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107736976354295900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107736976354295900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107736976354295900' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-107736848982865897</id><published>2004-02-21T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T21:13:21.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> little girls flowing to heaven training was alright today. surprise surprise, he didnt scold us !!haha. maybe cos, martens was thereand he wldnt really wanna spoil the imagethey have on him la. tsk.. ! playing for premier tmr. holly. my balls are shaking now. as in, really shaking. (: but, i do not have balls, so what cani say? breast? nono, not right. Ha!actually, its really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107736848982865897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107736848982865897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107736848982865897' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-107727839741516819</id><published>2004-02-20T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T20:05:49.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> the kiss of your lips break me. shake me. tear me up. to you : you ought to know who you are.but, dont worry. like i said, you need not apologise to me since i am in the wrong. i wont vent my anger on you and i wont beangry anymore. i aint such a petty person. but if you want me to take you for who u are,it might be difficult. you didnt really leave such a bad impression on me, but.. i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107727839741516819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107727839741516819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107727839741516819' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5688544.post-107711724292009511</id><published>2004-02-18T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T23:21:29.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ripping you into millions of pieces you are making me go mad. fuming. angry. pissed. everything. oh yes, ive got a bad judgement shit. ugh. you didnt have to tell me anything. you should have just kept it to yourself. why tell me? have u ever thought of whati would tell you? rash.. ure just being rash. okay joan. i am the mean person here. my friends said i was. you happy now? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107711724292009511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5688544/posts/default/107711724292009511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kneelights.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107711724292009511' title=''/><author><name>joananne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
