<?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-27719366</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:04:03.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cemetery drive-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>308</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-1939555633266130774</id><published>2008-04-16T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T06:09:55.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>www.xanga.com/smartalking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-1939555633266130774?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/1939555633266130774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=1939555633266130774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1939555633266130774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1939555633266130774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/04/www.html' title=''/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-4814750048800402315</id><published>2008-04-15T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:41:31.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH IT'S TUESDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS6jMxXznI/AAAAAAAAALY/aJkxrQh6c1o/s1600-h/DSCN0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS6jMxXznI/AAAAAAAAALY/aJkxrQh6c1o/s320/DSCN0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189477784524148338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS6jsxXzoI/AAAAAAAAALg/AJ6vYdvLT1o/s1600-h/DSCN0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS6jsxXzoI/AAAAAAAAALg/AJ6vYdvLT1o/s320/DSCN0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189477793114082946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS6k8xXzpI/AAAAAAAAALo/RiojWitvkQQ/s1600-h/DSCN0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS6k8xXzpI/AAAAAAAAALo/RiojWitvkQQ/s320/DSCN0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189477814588919442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS6l8xXzqI/AAAAAAAAALw/8cLwVhqrqrM/s1600-h/DSCN0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS6l8xXzqI/AAAAAAAAALw/8cLwVhqrqrM/s320/DSCN0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189477831768788642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS6ncxXzrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ERPDKJCXIfI/s1600-h/DSCN0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS6ncxXzrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ERPDKJCXIfI/s320/DSCN0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189477857538592434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS41sxXziI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ohvSUY6RWiM/s1600-h/DSCN0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS41sxXziI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ohvSUY6RWiM/s320/DSCN0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189475903328472610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS42sxXzjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/v3Vdpd6DsHc/s1600-h/DSCN0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS42sxXzjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/v3Vdpd6DsHc/s320/DSCN0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189475920508341810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS43MxXzkI/AAAAAAAAALA/aNkOiP7r_PA/s1600-h/DSCN0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS43MxXzkI/AAAAAAAAALA/aNkOiP7r_PA/s320/DSCN0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189475929098276418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS43sxXzlI/AAAAAAAAALI/bp7PfauAZ-M/s1600-h/DSCN0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS43sxXzlI/AAAAAAAAALI/bp7PfauAZ-M/s320/DSCN0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189475937688211026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS44MxXzmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2uWAWUPt0D0/s1600-h/DSCN0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS44MxXzmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2uWAWUPt0D0/s320/DSCN0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189475946278145634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I guess you could say today was eventful.&lt;br /&gt;The day started out baaaaaaaaad as in really, really bad. I felt like (shit), I still kind of feel like shit, but better. Anyway, Bio, was whatever. I went to school for bio and I don't think I even left bio class with new info. It's like I heard Mr.Firhad's voice, I just didn't register whatever he was saying. Chapel was rar, boring. But the speaker was very very funny haha but it wasn't a purposeful type of funny, he was just funny. I'll skip all the boring stuuuuuuff.&lt;br /&gt;RnD was fun because we got to take pictures, and Mr.G looks (two thumbs up) best in the pic! Haha, it's my favourite oneeee.&lt;br /&gt;After school, studied with Esther for a while, and it was good cause we got to talk and take pictures with blue dustbins. So yeah, today was fun. great great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got Secondhand Serenade on repeat. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-4814750048800402315?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/4814750048800402315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=4814750048800402315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/4814750048800402315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/4814750048800402315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-its-tuesday.html' title='OH IT&apos;S TUESDAY!'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/SAS6jMxXznI/AAAAAAAAALY/aJkxrQh6c1o/s72-c/DSCN0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-6234367454113315845</id><published>2008-04-10T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T06:41:57.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a happy end.</title><content type='html'>The week's ending, I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week's been tiring, and I'm feeling scattered, I feel like I'm all over the place. This week was test week too, and I don't think I'm acing. It's like I can't think, when I see all the questions my mind just goes "Ok, so?" and it stops soon after. I can feel my IQ decreaaaasing. SOMEBODYSAVEME. But I think it was the cough syrup that made me feel air headed this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't think straight, I guess I've got too many things to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-6234367454113315845?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/6234367454113315845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=6234367454113315845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6234367454113315845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6234367454113315845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-happy-end.html' title='this is a happy end.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-6373478561246963109</id><published>2008-04-06T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:41:32.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M IN LOVE. with 3A</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/R_imVsncr-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/geXvEWlYc9U/s1600-h/o139787765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/R_imVsncr-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/geXvEWlYc9U/s320/o139787765.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186077862601207778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/R_imVsncr_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_S5j2h1MWCw/s1600-h/o139787822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/R_imVsncr_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_S5j2h1MWCw/s320/o139787822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186077862601207794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/R_imV8ncsAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vJxHE4U1_ww/s1600-h/o139787747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/R_imV8ncsAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vJxHE4U1_ww/s320/o139787747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186077866896175106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/R_imV8ncsBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Y2mo5vLzGfo/s1600-h/o139787851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/R_imV8ncsBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Y2mo5vLzGfo/s320/o139787851.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186077866896175122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/R_imWMncsCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/a2zy47yohZM/s1600-h/o139787837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/R_imWMncsCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/a2zy47yohZM/s320/o139787837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186077871191142434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was fun, well more fun than expected at least. I love 3A haha, I think we're a pretty cool class. Yeah, I'll post more soon, when I can think. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-6373478561246963109?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/6373478561246963109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=6373478561246963109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6373478561246963109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6373478561246963109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-in-love-with-3a.html' title='I&apos;M IN LOVE. with 3A'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/R_imVsncr-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/geXvEWlYc9U/s72-c/o139787765.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-2572576313020247262</id><published>2008-04-04T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T07:48:56.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAOW</title><content type='html'>I'm so tirrrrrrreeeeeddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coughing, and I feel contagious. CONTAGIOUS. Haha, I met Cara today, we met kinda late though. But I'm so gald we got to catch up! YES I MISSED YOU SO MUCH CARA CHIANG! HAHAHA. Yeah, I miss hanging out with you and talking to youuuu. It's been forever, but yeah, I had a lot of fun today! And we attempted girl screamo on the bus, all we got were odd noises that sounded like very aggresive burps. Haha, but I feel potential swimming in me. It was a bad idea though, cause now my throat hurts more than it did yesterday. Anyway, yes today Cara made my day awesome, I'll always appreciate the things we say that make no sense, sometimes I think they're the best things we'll ever say. LOVE YOU TO THE MAXXX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alsoooo, I just wanna say YES I do miss Charmaine too, with all my heart! I miss eating melted Mcdelivered Mcflurries, and I miss laughing at stupid things with you. I miss talking to you about whatever it is that's on my mind. I miss screaming cheers in the middle of orchard road with you, (eve though we only knew 2 cheers). I miss sooooo many things about youuuuuuu. Haha, I miss you SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTTEY you're most likely not reading, but just incase you are, I miss you many many much much ample ample. I really do, and we never talk anymore. Haha, and I know you're usually a person of little words, but please! Charlotte! RESPOND! Haha, I haven't talked to you in agessss, and that's far too long. I'm gonna haunt you soon! Haha, one day, very soon. (watch out) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAAR. I'm so tired, and I've got school tomorrow, on a Saturday! Yes, I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-2572576313020247262?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/2572576313020247262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=2572576313020247262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2572576313020247262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2572576313020247262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/04/haow.html' title='HAOW'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-7797104117963127818</id><published>2008-03-30T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T05:59:40.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 2 3 you'll fall into my arms now.</title><content type='html'>I guess I've got a lot to look forward to next week, but the moment I think about all the good stuff, I realise that I've got to remember all the other important things like my tests and my work, and all that stresss. I'm dreading Monday because I've good feelings about it, but I've got sinking feelings about it too. But I'll think about all the goods things that might happen (or might not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to give (someone) a birthday present, cause I feel like GIVING, because I realise I hardly ever give anything away, I should give more this year, this shall be my new year's resolution. I can't wait to sell mac and cheese and potato salad in the canteen, all my food making peeps are (the bomb). I can't wait to see some people! I just can't mention the names without making them go EGO. Because I feel like I haven't really hung out with them in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this song by metronstation, and it reminds me of Rachel because the song is called "Kelsey" and that's what Rachel wants to name her daughter. But the song lyrics make no link to Rachel. Haha anyway, I've been listening to the song all day cause it's beautifuuuul (in sound) so I've been thinking about Rachel Tan Li Wen all day. Now I feel disturbed (sorry Rachel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kelsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take one word you said&lt;br /&gt;You put it in your bed&lt;br /&gt;You rest your tiny head on your pillow&lt;br /&gt;You wonder where you're going next&lt;br /&gt;You got your head pushed to my chest&lt;br /&gt;And now you're hoping that someone let's you in&lt;br /&gt;Well I sure'll let you in&lt;br /&gt;You know that you're in&lt;br /&gt;Oh kelsey, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't let anyone scare you&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll protect you&lt;br /&gt;Always all through the thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;Until the end&lt;br /&gt;You better watch it&lt;br /&gt;You know you don't cross it because&lt;br /&gt;I'm always here for you&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be here for you&lt;br /&gt;(I know x3) I know how it feels believe me&lt;br /&gt;I've been there&lt;br /&gt;(I know x3) I know what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;Tell me kelsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd swim the ocean for you&lt;br /&gt;The ocean for you&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, oh kelsey&lt;br /&gt;And I'd swim the ocean for you&lt;br /&gt;Swim the ocean for you&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, oh kelsey&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to get harder&lt;br /&gt;And it's going to burn brighter&lt;br /&gt;And it's going to feel tougher each and every day&lt;br /&gt;So let me say that I love you&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I've ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;All that I've ever dreamed of to come&lt;br /&gt;And yes you did come&lt;br /&gt;I want you so bad&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it too?&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm so, I'm so in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I want you so much&lt;br /&gt;I need you so much&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you, your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd swim the ocean for you&lt;br /&gt;The ocean for you&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, oh kelsey&lt;br /&gt;[x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you never, ever let me in (let me in)&lt;br /&gt;[x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it's really a very nice song. Makes me feel all fuzzy and warm inside, okay maybe not fuzzy and warm, but it gives me knots and butterflies, like it's starting something. I don't know. Blah. Maybe it's just a song and I'm thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and once again I'M SO GLAD I WENT FOR SERVICE. It was the best best best thing of the whole long boring, happy, sad, fun, week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTLYYY I love myspace! Haha, all the good music's on myspace ( I promise!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-7797104117963127818?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/7797104117963127818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=7797104117963127818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7797104117963127818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7797104117963127818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/03/1-2-3-youll-fall-into-my-arms-now.html' title='1 2 3 you&apos;ll fall into my arms now.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-8272390720369989185</id><published>2008-03-28T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T08:35:34.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>check 1, 2.</title><content type='html'>Today wasn't bad, just kind of boring I guess. It felt like an eternity, but at least the day is ending, and tomorrow's gonna be new, and well yeah. Looking forward to service! Last service of March, so we're all chionging for contacts now haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was kind of fun today, I guess. I had my real 2.4 run today, and I jogged more than usual. But I stopped and had a walk with Terrence. But I started running with Samantha after a while, which was good, cause if I didn't I think I'd have failed miserably. I think Samantha and Esther should be PE teachers, they're both very motivational, haha I'm seriousss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like this whole week has been shocking, I found out so many things this week that just shocked me so much. But this week was good too, though it had it's ups and downs. Yeah, well I hope tomorrow goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-8272390720369989185?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/8272390720369989185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=8272390720369989185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/8272390720369989185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/8272390720369989185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/03/check-1-2.html' title='check 1, 2.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-7290250812430241663</id><published>2008-03-23T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T08:26:13.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not-so-funny.</title><content type='html'>It's late but I'm feeling bloated so I'm not going to sleep just yet. I feel like going for a jog, but it's 11.15pm and running now would be, well, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Populace in Two by From First To Last. I haven't heard the song in, a year or two? Yeah and hearing it now is giving me a a little nostalgia haha, which is good, because it makes things feel familiar all of a sudden. Like "You've got a friend in me" gives me a fuzzy feeling on the inside. It's unexplainable so don't ask. And I like Keane's song "crystal ball" too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone reading this is called Harvard and Jeremy and knows a guy called Mark Leong, go away, and shutup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-7290250812430241663?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/7290250812430241663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=7290250812430241663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7290250812430241663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7290250812430241663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-so-funny.html' title='not-so-funny.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-3355664002926630216</id><published>2008-03-22T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T07:41:18.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take my weak attempts.</title><content type='html'>Easter service today was great. The songs, the mood, the people, everything. I'm really happy that I made it there, cause I was really tired. But when I got there, I just had all the energy in the world haha, so yeah. God really does provide whatever I need, even energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I forgot to post about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I met Esther at the Starbucks at Wheelock place. I went inside to look for her, and when I opened the door everyone looked up from their papers or laptops and gave me not-so-friendly stares. Also, Esther was outside Starbucks so I had to walk back out. We talked for a while before we met Belda at Far East. The place was creepy because we got there very early, and no one opened up early on Good Friday I guess. After a while we went down to Queensway to get our "tacktoos" done haha, not permanent ones though. It was fun, cause we made friends with the tattoo lady, and her friend called Sandy or Sundy (pronounced as SUN-DEE), who was wearing this Miami Ink shirt which made us go insane haha, because Miami ink is in it's own way, famous. So Belda and I asked the guy whether or not he had worked there, and he did, for a week, which was amazing enough. And plus he was really nice and said if we were ever thinking about getting permanent ones, we could call him and ask him to do ours, which made us feel pretty honoured. After that Bel left for service while Esther and I went to get a shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night when I talked to Bel I got to think about things that I hadn't thought of in a long while. It's quite funny how you don't feel things change till you think about it a lot, and it's weird I'm not sure what to say, it's like everything I do want to say is getting jumbled up inside me. It's just that when I think of the best times, it makes me wonder what happened, but when I think of all the crazy things I had to go through, I think I'm really lucky that I've got god with me. So yeah, I've decided that I'm gonna not think about all of the old things anymore. Go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-3355664002926630216?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/3355664002926630216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=3355664002926630216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3355664002926630216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3355664002926630216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/03/take-my-weak-attempts.html' title='Take my weak attempts.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-6752786576765218601</id><published>2008-03-21T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T07:03:35.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO THE PANIC</title><content type='html'>I'm tireeeed. And I miss Charmaine! Yeah, I do. A lot, but yeah, GO OUT SOON K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I missed Louis in Bio yesterday. I don't know why but all of a sudden I realised Louis wasn't sitting infront of me and I was a little sad, but trust me, I was shocked at my own emotions. Then I told Ian that I missed Louis' hamster faces and he gave me the "what the hell?" face. But yeah, it was a sudden compulsion, NOTHING MORE.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was kinda interesting, cause I got to "catch up" with James. And I found out he reads my blog. HI JAMES, I'm not a guy. And yeah, had dinner at his house, then had another dinner was Daryl and Cara at orchard, which was good too because I got to catch up with Cara. Bussed back with Daryl after that. On the bus we heard a girl talking a little too loudly, about how guys only act nice to get girls to like them, then they show their true colours and turn out to be jerks. I'm not sure why, but Daryl agreed haha, I'm not sure what that's supposed to say. Maybe it's too true to deny, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanttt the new panic at the disco album, and the unreleased phantom planet album, and a hellogoodbye album, and a motioncity soundtrack album. And I could go on foreverrrr but I'd sound too greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-6752786576765218601?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/6752786576765218601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=6752786576765218601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6752786576765218601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6752786576765218601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-panic.html' title='DO THE PANIC'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-182989299334996411</id><published>2008-03-17T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T04:20:14.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if looks were decieving.</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day back to school, and all of last night i kept imagining this hell, but it was really quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;My mum came back from HongKong yesterday, and bought me this wallet covered in cats. It's not that I don't like cats, I like animals in general but, there were just SO MANY CATS. On the front, there was this huge cat with green eyes and the more I look at it the more I get scared (of my own wallet). When I firsted opened it I was like, what the - CATS, EVERYWHERE? But the more I look at it the more I realise I really do love it. Not for the cats, the cats are still kind of disturbing. But I mean, I really do realise that my mum must have thought about me enough to buy a cat wallet (which she thinks is very nice) and yeah, I guess it is nice, in it's own feline kind of way. I have a kick ass wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I also realised! That I have like 1 and a half years left in FMSS and I think I'll miss it so much, and all the people too, and I think I'll just miss everything I'll cry, not in the whiny annoying kind of way. The "DON'T LEAVE!" Kind of way. So yeah, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother came back from his Japan holiday too, and he bought me a penguin, not the real kind, but it's very cute. I'm thinking of what to call it and so far I've come up with Bruce Pee, and bruce almighty, annnddd Alex Turner OH and chicken chop. But mostly I'm glad my brother's back. The house was starting to feel too big. Not that my house is big, it's just that my brother tends to take up a lot more space than I realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day of realisation I guess, and I can't wait to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-182989299334996411?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/182989299334996411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=182989299334996411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/182989299334996411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/182989299334996411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-looks-were-decieving.html' title='if looks were decieving.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-5480924957849863107</id><published>2008-03-09T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T07:12:12.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO GOOD.</title><content type='html'>I'm happy, very very happy. Because! Yes, because I love The Arctic Monkeys! I LOVE THEM AGAIN. It's been a long long sad time since I've heard music that makes me happy. Hm, I'm happy, I've found them again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm thinking about buying their first album, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; both are VERY VERY GOOD and I suggest everyone buys the album &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, sorry, albums. But the first album is much nicer, to me. Alex Turner is the coolest singer/songwriter to ever live, I think I'm just feeling too much joy right now, feeling rather overwhelmed by the music. I want to get an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; accent, even if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ren&lt;/span&gt; Ting thinks it's overboard. Then I could hunt down Alex Turner and we could have a BRILLIANT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; talk over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; tea and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; scones and laugh in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; laughs, yes, very cool. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, okay I shall stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty busy day. I went out with my parents in the morning then came back for a split second before rushing off to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ren&lt;/span&gt; Ting and Li &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Zhen&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;KAP&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;JingWen&lt;/span&gt; came a little after that, and took lots of pics that I will post soon but not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; good service for me. I feel spiritually refreshed, so yeah, quite happy since I've been a little, overwhelmed by stupid things lately. So yeah, good. Then I watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;BandAGE&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Belda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; it was quite fun. The experience was, different than most. I just can't say it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; the ushers read this post. So OK I shall stop here. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;kath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-5480924957849863107?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/5480924957849863107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=5480924957849863107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5480924957849863107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5480924957849863107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-good.html' title='SO GOOD.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-5535938057692713426</id><published>2008-03-05T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T05:48:52.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MISS CHARMAINE BECAUSE SHE'S THE LIGHT OF MY LIFEEEEE. yes I do. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-5535938057692713426?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/5535938057692713426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=5535938057692713426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5535938057692713426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5535938057692713426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-charmaine-because-shes-light-of.html' title=''/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-2301967181708253710</id><published>2008-03-04T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T05:42:31.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I just wanted to say:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss Cara, cause she talks to me and she gets everything. And I know that we have had so many falling ins and falling outs but you are there, in the end.I want to reason with you, and let you know how much I need you to finish that sentence, to set my mind at ease. Please.I want to tell the both of you that you guys are supposed to be adults, but you guys are children, and that's not the way it's supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-2301967181708253710?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/2301967181708253710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=2301967181708253710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2301967181708253710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2301967181708253710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-i-just-wanted-to-say.html' title='And I just wanted to say:'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-781319531271089115</id><published>2008-03-01T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T07:35:25.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And, uhhhhhhhhh.</title><content type='html'>I've just finished moving into my new house. It's been a tiring 2 days but I like the new house, AND MY NEW ROOM, ALL TO MYSELF. So yeah, I'm feeling pretty good right now. I guess I'm pretty lucky since I've got my own room now. On the down side, I missed service today ): I was still busy unpacking all my stuff. But at least I'll be twice as excited for the next one! : D Anyway, this week's been fun but busy. I'm not sure what exactly about this week made me feel like I realised so many things. I'm not sure how to say it, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while unpacking a cocroach crawled out from no where and my dad killed it right in the middle of the hallway, so when I walked out I almost fell down trying to avoid it. Then when I was walking back, I forgot that it was there and I screamed and almost fell, again. HAHA, and I watched Kev Jumba, who's some guy that Rachel told me about. He makes his own videos on youtube and they're quite funny, haha, so while I was watching the videos I was laughing to MYSELF, and my mum walked past and went 'TSK, crazy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I unpacked and found all my old stuff, and I must admit, though this sounds very thickskin and I know people are gonna be like "WTF YOUUU?" but I was cute when I was in kindergarten! It's just, SHOCKING. Then THEN some sort of tragic thing happened and I became rather pudgy and boyish looking in primary school. It was really bad. It's like you look at a scene and it's so awfully bad you have to look away, but you still want to see what's going on. It's just, yeah, bad. Anyway, after I finished packing I went to buy pots and an iron for the new house, which then turned into a shopping spree FOR MY MUM. So yeah, strange things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, my mum wants to send me to get my "damaged hair repaired" I know my hair isn't exactly, very nice, but damaged is a very harsh word to use, very harsh. And suddenly I want to see all my classmates but not have any class. And NOW, I wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-781319531271089115?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/781319531271089115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=781319531271089115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/781319531271089115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/781319531271089115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-uhhhhhhhhh.html' title='And, uhhhhhhhhh.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-3873961664968392922</id><published>2008-02-20T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T05:24:07.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUDIDWHAT?</title><content type='html'>I didn't make it to school today, I was feeling too, BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a sore throat and an extremely itchy nose. I think it was the fact that I haven't been getting enough rest, rather than the fact that my nose itches and my throat aches. I'm happy I finally got rest, but I'm a little afraid that I might have missed a lot today. We had 3 tests, and I was only prepared for one. It's as if I don't know what the hell I'm doing in school. It's become something you THINK you're ready for, but you're not really ready. You think "okay I'm set" when you're hardly even close. I used to wonder how I was going to make it through school, and for a while I thought, "Okay I can do this." But I'm not sure, can I? Even if I do, how far am I going to make it anyway? It's just that school, sucks. And I don't think it's supposed to suck. It shouldn't be that way but it seems to be for almost everyone. I just think it shouldn't be this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I was on the com and I saw this article about Heath Ledger and his death and I think that if it really was accidental, it really sucks. But I mean, it can't be because no one overdoses by accident, that would be really dumb. But then why would he want to die, he had so much ahead of him. It's just weird when you think about someone who died, and it's accidental? It just makes no sense because it's not the kind of death that you can't control. It's that he was taking the pills, and he knew how many he was taking, so what was he thinking exactly? He wasn't depressed (was he?) I just don't get it and it makes me feel uneasy. I just want to know what he was thinking. It just makes me feel-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-3873961664968392922?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/3873961664968392922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=3873961664968392922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3873961664968392922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3873961664968392922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/02/youdidwhat.html' title='YOUDIDWHAT?'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-5232967117033263075</id><published>2008-02-18T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:41:32.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>old news, not quite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/R7l6GvDVHRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LT2kg-7j9L4/s1600-h/speedracer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/R7l6GvDVHRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LT2kg-7j9L4/s320/speedracer1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168296303512591634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new hair.&lt;br /&gt;No longer do I have the fringe that covers my face.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I have bangs.&lt;br /&gt;BANGS. They sounds dangerous. It's like, look out, I got BANGS (pow).&lt;br /&gt;I just want to set some rules:&lt;br /&gt;1) Do not call me a china girl, a china prost, or a china ANYTHING actually.&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't laugh. If you do I will either cry, make you look like an ass, or just not talk to you for a very long while.&lt;br /&gt;3) Just don't say anything if you don't have any constructive words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S ALL. And incase you haven't noticed, I look like speedracer, the guy up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-5232967117033263075?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/5232967117033263075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=5232967117033263075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5232967117033263075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5232967117033263075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/02/old-news-not-quite.html' title='old news, not quite.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/R7l6GvDVHRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LT2kg-7j9L4/s72-c/speedracer1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-9104372984897467897</id><published>2008-02-15T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T04:34:32.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't blogged in a while. (I also know it's not just been "awhile") School's been busy, you could even say it's been bad. I get less and less sleep each week, I don't get very good grades anymore, and I'm starting hateeeeee doing lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 1) I had wonderful CG lunch at isabel's house! 2) I had wonderful valentines day prep time with ren ting and li zhen! 3) I have great friends who remembered about me on Vday : D and 4) I had a nice little mini adventure with rt. So yes, out of all the bad things, I'm going to pick out all the good ones and thank god for all the gifts, blessing and love he's given me. I may be tired, and down but I know with god I can make ittt haha. I HAVE TO. seeing as next week is test week, and it's my last chance to do well so yeah, hoping to do well. Andandandand&lt;br /&gt; HELLOLOVE'S COMINNNGG hahaha. I MISS SERVIIICEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-9104372984897467897?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/9104372984897467897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=9104372984897467897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/9104372984897467897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/9104372984897467897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/02/blogging.html' title='blogging'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-2324344158687093229</id><published>2008-01-17T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T06:36:26.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do the robot</title><content type='html'>Hello, okay so I decided  to post today, seeing as I haven't been posting much lately. But yeah, some people always saying "AIYAAA SHE ALWAYS NEVER POST" So now I'm posting again. Anyway, today, well today was okay I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm really pushing myself from day to day right now. It's as if I've reached my limit and all I seem to do is try to push that limit higher and higher. I'm not sure how much more I can push that limit. I've got PE tomorrow, and CHINESE and A math and I'm planning so many things. It's like everything's been coming down and trying to stop me from growing, and reaching higher. I've got to get myself some time management lessons. It's just that I'm filling all my time with work and math and I feel like I need more time to think about church, or to BREATHE. I can barely breathe under the pressure. And I'm slowly forgetting why I wanted to go to double science, it's insane how the workload is just given out. It's as if the teachers are saying "You will give me your time, you will give me your energy, I need you 110%" But I don't think I have that much. I'm not sure, I just pray that I can balance school and everything else. I just hope I can continue to serve the best I can and not flunk out. And right now my Mum keeps bringing up things like, you come home so late on weekdays, and you got church on saturdays, WHAT ABOUT MEEEEE. And I love my mum, and my family, but I can't even sit down and think for a second. It's as if I'm a machine, and as much as I wish I could be one, I am not, which is sad, I think. Anyway, I just pray I'll have enough time for church, for work, for my family, and for my friends. I hope I will remain to have time in my life for god. I just, AHHHH what is the school doiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggggg. They're driving me craaaaaaazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But through all the tough stuff, I thank god for all the blessings he's given me. I hope in this time I just don't forget to thank him and KEEP PATIENT as I go out, to school, and anywhere, aahhhh. I hope I don't explode right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-2324344158687093229?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/2324344158687093229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=2324344158687093229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2324344158687093229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2324344158687093229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/01/do-robot.html' title='do the robot'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-7623758386601105556</id><published>2008-01-16T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T06:37:58.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hosanna</title><content type='html'>oh nononono, it's very late noooow.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm getting songs from phoebe, haha thanks : D.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, this week I can't go for service cause my mum is saying that I've been neglecting the family, so one SATURDAY should be made open for them. So yeah, D: sent me on some kind of massive guilt trip. I keep thinking that tomorrow's gonna be a Friday! But it's just another Thursday, which is sad. Seeing as I have 3 hours of math and I can't do 1 A math question, which is sending me into panic mode. OH.NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably be sleeping. I fell asleep during chem class today, and Johanna decided to sing me lullabies, weird but true. AH, and I want to go contact my contacts! HAHA. I pray that they'll be open to my invitations. And I hope I'll be patient and DILLIGENT, and not too creepy sounding. Haha, not like some old chee-ko-peck haha whatever. I should stop trying to put "chinese/hokkien/cantonese" into my posts. Anyway, I'm hoping for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's been less busy, maybe I'm just getting used to the hard work, but yeah. It feels very rewarding to serve like this. Never felt so good before haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I FELL ASLEEP DURING CLASS TODAY AND WOKE UP WITH A BRUISE ON MY CHIN!? WTHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-7623758386601105556?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/7623758386601105556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=7623758386601105556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7623758386601105556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7623758386601105556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/01/hosanna.html' title='hosanna'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-836277761873766604</id><published>2008-01-14T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T06:18:14.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BLOGG-IN YO.</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging maaan.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so new week, new work. I'm feeling so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Church on Saturday was fun (: went for meeting in the morning, pioneering meeting, haha feel so motivated now (I'm a lion, phoebe's an ant hurr) haha Anyway, on the way phoebe get me a donut haha yeahh. I was dead tired from school, but I managed to knock some energy into myself for the meeting. After the meeting we met Eunice and TINGERBELL who wore her tinkerbell shirt (waliu) haha yeah. Then went for service. There was a choir for worship, which was cool. Service was funny too, and yeah, fun fun funny day. Went to eat dinner after service, then walked around before going to RenTing's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to evax tomorrow, so yeah, it's gonna be a busy week. But it'll be fun, so yeah, looking forward to it. There are insane lion dancer drum people playing around my house right now, and it's 10 ++, they have no lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a Monday, a tough monday, but thankfully I got through it, thank you Lord. I almost died in chem. D: I should sleep now D: goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-836277761873766604?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/836277761873766604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=836277761873766604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/836277761873766604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/836277761873766604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-blogg-in-yo.html' title='I&apos;M BLOGG-IN YO.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-7707241971363239473</id><published>2008-01-10T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T05:10:48.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh what now.</title><content type='html'>This week's been really hectic. I've been getting up to 5-6 hours of sleep each night. But as tired and strained as I feel, I still feel like I'm doing it for the right thing. I have people asking me, "are you sure you're not putting TOO much time into this?" I'm tired, but no I don't think I'm putting in too much time. God's the worthiest cause I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for pioneering meeting today, small one. Just Jing Wen, Natalie, Ric Wan and I. RW taught us how to approach people haha, damn funny. But I think we were good man! We went on 1 trial run and got 3 contacts, not bad. I have high hopes for us, so yeah, we can do it! Haha, JUST WHACK. But yeah, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been really busy lately. I've got too much homework to say the least. Say that I have a lot of homework isn't even the half of it. I mean, school just started and it feels like a total no nonsense year. But WHATEVER LA, I'll just do my best. It's been fun though, and I went to sumo house for the first time this week! I think it's nice, it's not as bad as everyone said, it's just the stupid getai-techno music hahaha, so ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yeah, I think it's gonna be a tough but blessed year. I can feel the blessings man. Haha, I'm gonna make a blessing bottle, sooner or later. Just an idea, but hope I get down to it hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-7707241971363239473?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/7707241971363239473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=7707241971363239473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7707241971363239473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7707241971363239473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-what-now.html' title='oh what now.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-4512218193032138161</id><published>2008-01-05T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T08:20:36.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIIIIIIIIIIGH.</title><content type='html'>School's started, and even though I'm warming up to my class, I really miss 2C!&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say, 3A has POTENTIAALLL : D Haha, can feel it in my bones. I'm just so thankful my class is nice. Anyway, this week was fun, I ate Jack's place (or Jill's house) with Phoebe, TINGERBELL, Rachel, Belda and Ruth after school. I learnt that when they say STUDENT MEAL 6.50! They also say (in extremely fine print) gst AND service charge included. I felt so cheated, but it was fun. I thought one woman called me darling but she said "Sorry may I remove this?" Sounds totally different, but STILL. Then I told tingerbell and she laughed at me AND TOLD THE WOMAN. Haha, then went to Ruth's house to try out my A math, which wasn't so bad. Then had dinner with Rachel and Belda at some poolside coffee shop thing. THEN we walked home through Belda's "short" but extremely long cut. Haha, I got home quite late that day. But I got to talk to Belda while waiting for the bus, so it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day had CG so went to have lunch with the caregroup girls at Pizza Hut and got cheated, again. Student meals really aren't as worth it as it seems man. Then headed down to city link for CG. We were late so we started running but RT and my shoes were giving us blisters so we ran with our socks through cityhall haha, it should be made a sport or something. CG was fun, but I got sabo-ed too many timeeessss. Haha, but yeah very fun. SO yeah, school's been fun : D but I HAVE SO MUCH HOMEWOOOORK. Not cool man. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tingerbell bought a tinkerbell shirt, cause she thinks she's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-4512218193032138161?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/4512218193032138161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=4512218193032138161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/4512218193032138161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/4512218193032138161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2008/01/siiiiiiiiiigh.html' title='SIIIIIIIIIIGH.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-608821118756946492</id><published>2007-12-30T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T08:25:08.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLD ON.</title><content type='html'>Okay first of all,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday James : D&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a good year ahead of you yeah? Take care, thanks for being, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I can start talking about new year's eve, which is tomorrow! or today, by 9 minutes. Whatever. So yeah, I was walking home from the bus stop just now, and mind you, I have a lot to walk. So I had some thinking time. Every year, there's always talk about resolutions. Sometimes, once in a long while, by chance maybe, I'll fulfill one of my not so many resolutions. But this year, this year will be different! SO, next year, I want ;&lt;br /&gt;1) To have commitment! To stay committed to god, and not to be how I was this year, but better. So yeah! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMMITMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2) I DO NOT want to mess up my A math, so I'll be a nerd! (No, I was never a nerd, being smart is not being a nerd, it's just BEING SMART! HURHURHUR)&lt;br /&gt;3) To be a better person, in every way possible. I'm not exactly the best person sometimes, but I hope to at least be BETTER in 2008!&lt;br /&gt;4) I will try to get at least a 40 in CHINESE, and from there, I'll work my way up. COME ON. How bad could it be? Okay, let's start with 30 instead.&lt;br /&gt;5) To not avoid my CCA as much as I have been avoiding it. I know, I know. I might not end up doing this one. BUT I WILL TRYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;and last ( in case 5 doesn't even start to happen)&lt;br /&gt;6) I hope to just "walk the talk" and do good next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, good luck, with all your new years' resolutions. Just have FAITH and if we ask we will receive. So yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-608821118756946492?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/608821118756946492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=608821118756946492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/608821118756946492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/608821118756946492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/12/hold-on.html' title='HOLD ON.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-5716106645135305425</id><published>2007-12-28T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T05:43:42.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how, CURIOUS.</title><content type='html'>I learnt a few things today,&lt;br /&gt;I don't like I am legend, I always say "I'm gonna bring a jacket next time" but I never do, and when I'm scared I cover my ears before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I think hearing scary things is scarier than seeing scary things, at least during movies.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like movies in which the hero dies. In I am legend, he dies, it wasn't very nice.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel like my insides are in knots. It doesn't feel nice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering why anyone would kill a dog with a fork. (It's from a book)&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised I'm talking like the guy in the book.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice talking like the guy in the book.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably never talk like this ever again, it's like talking in statements.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-5716106645135305425?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/5716106645135305425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=5716106645135305425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5716106645135305425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5716106645135305425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-curious.html' title='how, CURIOUS.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-2530255722393805719</id><published>2007-12-23T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T06:31:00.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas</title><content type='html'>The christmas service was yesterday and it was SO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met RenTing to get lunch then change at isabel's house. Then took a cab to City Hall MRT to meet the others. My brother went for service, so yeah, it was interesting. The service was really funny. But I had the most fun at the party at sentosa. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way to the bus interchange at harbour front and waited super long for the bus to come. We walked on the sand in our heels when we got to the beach, we played some simon says games before we got to eat. Then after we ate we had a mask "pageant" I guess haha and our CG won! Haha but our mask was so unique, it would have been insane for us not to win. Then yeah, we played with bubbles, played dog and bone, and catching ( the weird way) and yeah, so fun (:&lt;br /&gt;Then we had christmas present exchange (with a twist) we had to compete for presents, haha, we did some stupid dances and poses, but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party we went to isabel's house to pick up our stuff. On the way we realised RT looks like a witch with her centre parting. Haha, then FEEB and I went to sleepover at RT's house. So dumb, we had an itinerary made by RT;&lt;br /&gt;1)wash up&lt;br /&gt;2)clean up.&lt;br /&gt;It's like the same haha. But it was fun, and RT and I fell asleep at 6 and we all woke up at 12+ hahaha then we ate lunch and GOT HAIRCUTS, except me. RT thinks she looks CUTSIES with her hair hahaha, tingerbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah very fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway tomorrow's the christmas countdown that I can't attend ): so yeah I'll wish you all now,&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-2530255722393805719?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/2530255722393805719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=2530255722393805719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2530255722393805719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2530255722393805719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='christmas'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-2883372171859966323</id><published>2007-12-20T06:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:41:35.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PEECTUREESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/R2qAirhLOEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3ZaI5R34IFU/s1600-h/DSCF2931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/R2p-LLhLN4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2F_Ep-ezLEo/s320/DSC01221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146064254759810946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-2883372171859966323?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/2883372171859966323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=2883372171859966323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2883372171859966323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2883372171859966323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/12/peectureess.html' title='PEECTUREESS'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/R2qAirhLOEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3ZaI5R34IFU/s72-c/DSCF2931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-4908527979336652281</id><published>2007-12-19T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:36:54.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy winehouse.</title><content type='html'>I got the Amy Winehouse CD. Don't ask, it was a gift. But anyway, it's nice, her voice is good.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a fever but I have to go out soon. My insides are aching. Andandand I coughed up this huge blob of phlegm and BLOOD. I almost fainted. My throat is bleeding!? Ohnoz. But I'm getting better, my throat doesn't hurt anymore, and I'm just very sleepy and cooooold. So I guess I'm getting better.&lt;br /&gt;I got one visitor for Saturday's service! MY BROTHER. Haha, not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I'm going to go now. I have to get some rest before I go out.&lt;br /&gt;Or I might faint, oh noooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-4908527979336652281?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/4908527979336652281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=4908527979336652281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/4908527979336652281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/4908527979336652281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/12/amy-winehouse.html' title='Amy winehouse.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-5637052670211150451</id><published>2007-12-15T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T18:32:14.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>funfunfun</title><content type='html'>I had fun today, I met Phoebe on the bus before service and saw a lambrogini? Service was funny, praise was fun too (:. Then went for dinner and shopping with the girls. Haha, then went to Ren Ting's house and ended playing with make-up, haha we had black-eyes and pink, glittery, minty lips haha. We also witnessed the first time Jing Wen wore eyeliner. We look like ghosts with bad make-up. OH, Ren Ting has a cute dog that really likes me, a lot. Miss Earth sucks, by the way. Anyway, yeah, I had fun. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for more fun on monday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edited here)&lt;br /&gt;And Phoebe was (kinda, in a strange, not very noticable way) cute today, because she almost fell down trying to walk in ren ting's heels! YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-5637052670211150451?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/5637052670211150451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=5637052670211150451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5637052670211150451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5637052670211150451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/12/funfunfun.html' title='funfunfun'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-7156583190103175617</id><published>2007-12-12T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:37:31.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIKEWISE.</title><content type='html'>I'm back from camp! I don't have pictures yet though, but they'll be up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired, but there's something in me that's nagging me to post, so I'm posting. Haha, so camp was so fun, so meaningful, so amazing, it was so awesome, it really was. But I'm glad to be back, I'm afraid if I stayed at camp any longer I might put on 10 kg. So, I have to admit, I wasn't so excited about camp, cause I don't have a reputation of being very social, and plus I was new to church, so I thought I'd be emo-ing in a corner the whole time, but I was wrong, all the CG girls are really nice, and I'm so glad I got to know them better, so yeah! I really thank god for all of them haha, I'm just afraid SF reads this and goes "OF COURSE I SO CUTE MAH!" But I'll take my chances. So yeah, I feel blessed to have gone for this camp. The only down side is that I froze my butt off 90% of the time, so now I have a flu. They gave us blankets with HOLES, what are they thinking. That, and the fact that I think I gained a gazillion pounds. I should have gotten before and after photos, but we'll save that for next time maybe. So yeah! Camp rocks : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Kerianne Chin Wei Yi, you can't ask someone, "So, what are you getting me for christmas." Haha, and you can't say "I want something nice and expensive!" Haha, crazy. AND who calls their cookie company "Cookies that eat your brains" no one will buy our cookies. That's why I'm the brains haha. Anyway, I have to get some presents before I run out of time. So yeah, anyway, can't wait for christmas, and school books. I want to see our literature books. 2007's not done yet and I'm freaking out about 2008, just afraid that I'll slip, compared to everyone else in the class, I mean, I had to work my butt off to get into that class, and some of the people got in cause they slacked haha. I had to work to get to slacking level ok, it's not cool. Anyhow, I'm gonna end the post soon, and I probably didn't have to type it out but anyway, I have to catch up with a lot of people, hope to do so soon. So yeah, expect pics soon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;KATH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-7156583190103175617?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/7156583190103175617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=7156583190103175617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7156583190103175617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7156583190103175617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/12/likewise.html' title='LIKEWISE.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-76381331824349505</id><published>2007-12-07T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T07:11:09.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BELDY.</title><content type='html'>So I'm blogging! Thanks to Belda, haha I've been lazy lately. This week's been so busy, but fun. I had Church stuff almost everyday this week, which was good. I think I've gotten to know the people better, they're all really nice haha. I'm kinda tired, but I'm too excited about church camp, 1 more day! Not counting the day itself. Haha, I wasn't that excited, but now I can feel the excitement. I want to pack, and play floorball or whatever haha. Feel the fun coming on hahaha. Anyway, I miss SF! haha SEE YOU AT CAMP. AND I WANNA GO OUT WITH BELDA AGAIN. I miss a lot of people this holiday, I miss KERI too! I miss so many people man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go christmas shopping soon, and I have to work, and hang out and catch up. But most importantly, I HAVE CHURCH CAMP SOON. YEAAAAHHH, I should pack now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;KATH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-76381331824349505?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/76381331824349505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=76381331824349505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/76381331824349505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/76381331824349505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/12/beldy.html' title='BELDY.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-3258740293870748391</id><published>2007-11-27T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:50:23.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>super.</title><content type='html'>I think I just signed up for church camp. I'm quite sure I did, but it hardly feels like I did. I'm guessing I should feel SOMETHING, but right now I don't feel much. I don't mean that in the sense that I don't care. Maybe I'm just sleepy. I woke up todya feeling BLOOOAAATTEEEDD, which was bad. Made me feel bad, sick, but mostly pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today just doesn't feel like my day. My brother blew up at me cause I wasn't hungry for lunch. Don't ask me, I don't understand anything. Then I went to watch TV and he took the TV, just told me to get off. So I did, and then I tried to sleep, but failed, so now I'm here. Watching CSI again, at least I have the computer, for now. I'm having a headache, a bad headache. The type that has pain shooting out of your eyeballs. TODAY IS NOT MY DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-3258740293870748391?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/3258740293870748391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=3258740293870748391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3258740293870748391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3258740293870748391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/11/super.html' title='super.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-2319577881708706607</id><published>2007-11-25T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:50:11.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>say something.</title><content type='html'>Just finished watching Georgia Rule. Now I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; New York Season 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, pearl must be very jealous right about now. Anyway, I wen to church on Saturday, it was fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I was with Pris when we got to orchard, ate lunch at about 12 which left us with too much time at orchard, so later on we met Michelle and Evan. It was fun going to church with them : D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after service we went to meridian to eat dinner with most of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;caregroup&lt;/span&gt; girls. We took lots of pics, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; yeah once again it was really fun. I got home kinda late but I ran into my brother along the way. My mum's coming back from Malaysia in a few hours so I'm looking forward to that. But until then I'll just watch my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kath&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-2319577881708706607?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/2319577881708706607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=2319577881708706607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2319577881708706607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2319577881708706607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/11/say-something.html' title='say something.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-2841441467141528862</id><published>2007-11-21T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:58:31.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go again.</title><content type='html'>Today was boring, it still is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go CG today, was looking forward to it. But I had to stay home, and I heard CG started kinda late, so I really couldn't go this time D:, I guess there will be other CGs though. Lately, I feel that it's hard for me to commit to church. I've really grown to love church ever since I've started going. But it's hard to always find an explanation for my parents. I don't want to lie to them, it really feels bad. So I guess I'm gonna tell them, at least after this week's service, I don't want to miss anymore service. I've only gone for 2 and I feel rather pathetic about not being able to show up all the time. But I will soon! I really wanna commit to this, and I don't want to go once every blue moon, I mean, it just doesn't feel right that way. SO, I'm gonna commit to it, whether or not my parents really like it. Anyway, church and CG makes me happy :D so I should be entitled to go, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a chalet tomorrow. I'm gonna meet Pris at PS to get supplies before we go off to check in. I'm tired already thinking about it. But it's gonna be fun (: gonna pack now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-2841441467141528862?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/2841441467141528862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=2841441467141528862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2841441467141528862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2841441467141528862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/11/here-we-go-again.html' title='here we go again.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-6364716413146172451</id><published>2007-11-15T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T03:50:42.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEPLESS</title><content type='html'>I'm getting sleepier and sleepier, but at least it's the holidays, so I guess I can sleep all I want. But I'm still so tireddddd, I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, went to buy FBTs with Priscilla Soon, who was 20 minutes late. She's super picky about everything, the material and the size , and the shop owner. Then went to IKEA to have meatballs for dinner, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was boring, did nothing but eat, sleep and eat somemore.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, met Renting, Desmond and Hao Yang for lunch at PS. Walked around till 4 and listened to all of Desmonds stories haha. Then went to meet Belda to go shopping. Belda treated me to some "famous" wanton mee. While waiting, we saw this drawing with big words "I WANT CHIO BU" at the side, which made me think about Jia Cheng, hahaha so odd. It was fun, but I  was so tired when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went for informal CG, it was kinda last minute for me cause my parents didn't give me any money to go anywhere. It was fun, and I'm still really full from lunch. Now, I'm really really tired, I would sleep now but it's too early and I just got back. Now I have to sleep, and running tomorrow with the best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start working soon, I need moneyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tireeeddd so I'll go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-6364716413146172451?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/6364716413146172451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=6364716413146172451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6364716413146172451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6364716413146172451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/11/sleepless.html' title='SLEEPLESS'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-7693078874243847034</id><published>2007-11-13T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T03:37:50.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe what we tell you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My friend, it hurts that you're gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-7693078874243847034?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/7693078874243847034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=7693078874243847034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7693078874243847034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7693078874243847034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/11/believe-what-we-tell-you.html' title='Believe what we tell you.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-3522198620702836449</id><published>2007-11-11T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:30:11.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep me.</title><content type='html'>Just because I'm sooooo nice I'll leave your post there roasty, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm back from the chalet and it was so much fun! I love 2C more and more, it's so sad we all have to go our separate ways. I got to know some of my classmates more and I really am gonna miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the first night/evening we all went night cycling! The most fun ever man. We cycled till all our butts were in pain. Before that, we went to the beach and the girls took a lot of jump shots and we climbed a huge rock and saw Jia Cheng's SEA COCKROACHES. Then we headed back to get some rest. We played cards till it was the next day, then we went out to watch the sunrise at the beach. But the skies were too cloudy so we decided to head back and clean up the chalet. The second day was more slack, I got to sleep and just play cards. We ordered KFC! The gay guy on the phone was damn irritating, I'm not even going to try to explain. Overall it was really fun. And thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday and celebrated with me (:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleeeeeep now, still sooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-3522198620702836449?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/3522198620702836449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=3522198620702836449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3522198620702836449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3522198620702836449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/11/keep-me.html' title='Keep me.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-7304460822585146204</id><published>2007-11-10T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T06:28:22.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahhahaha roasty here! (:&lt;br /&gt;you can delete this post. or or or you can keep it!&lt;br /&gt;i'm just helping you post something because your blog has been dead since Lots bdaye! HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;anyway! i missed you so much during your crazy chalet! :D&lt;br /&gt;Hope your butty's finey!&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOUSTEAMY&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;ROASTY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-7304460822585146204?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/7304460822585146204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=7304460822585146204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7304460822585146204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7304460822585146204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/11/hahahhahaha-roasty-here-you-can-delete.html' title=''/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-9004741061603391576</id><published>2007-11-02T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T05:09:07.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very happy birthday to YOU, yes you.</title><content type='html'>Charlotte!&lt;br /&gt;It's been so great having a friend like you. I know our relationship started out kinda silent but this year I've seen you grow so much! My lottey's growing! (Oh my) You're so mature and Mum-ish and you always keep me on track. I really appreciate the times you give me advice and your patience. I'm really happy that we've all been here for each other this year, and I'm always here for you, no matter what! (: AND YOU ARE THE SMARTEST COOLEST MOST SLIM SIM EVER! HAVE A HAPPY HAPPY HAAAPPPPYYYY AWESOME BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-9004741061603391576?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/9004741061603391576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=9004741061603391576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/9004741061603391576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/9004741061603391576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/11/very-happy-birthday-to-you-yes-you.html' title='A very happy birthday to YOU, yes you.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-8286795498799819709</id><published>2007-10-30T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T05:14:26.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>agyd.</title><content type='html'>I had remedial this morning, which was quite pointless because most people knew what she was going through. I had no idea attendance wasn't being taken, neither did I know that it wasn't compulsory and I feel like a fool for wasting my time there. I could have slept an hour more instead of going for science remedial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After remedials I went out with SF, Samantha, Marie and Wei Qin. We ate lunch and watched SF and Marie go crazy on a kiddy coaster ride. It was fun, I got to finally go out with SF, it was sad we didn't get full clique time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm feeling rather tired. Streaming results are coming out tomorrow, it really is as daunting as people make it out to be. I hate feeling uncertain about myself, but oh well, what's done is done right? All I can do is pray for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-8286795498799819709?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/8286795498799819709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=8286795498799819709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/8286795498799819709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/8286795498799819709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/10/agyd.html' title='agyd.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-8099453551164976801</id><published>2007-10-28T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:00:55.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>I think there's something wrong, something very very wrong. Veryveryveryveryveryvery wrongwrongwrongwrongwrongggggg, oh no no no. I think I'm addicted to avril's new song, "Hot" which is NOT okay. I mean, it's good, but of course I think it's good, I'm addicted to it. But it's not supposed to be good, it's supposed to be bad bad bad, WRONG. It makes sooooo little sense, okay actually, there's a lot of sense to it, but it's so STUPID. In simple terms she's singing "Ooohhh hug me! Ooooohh kiss me! Oooooh I want to ..." okay nevermind. But it's so infectious, and the line "You're so hot you make me want to drop!" Is so ridiculous. But I like the tune, not the words, please. ARGH, this is stupid. And I'm listening to it, nononononono, wronggg so wrong. Nevermind, I'm sure this is going to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-8099453551164976801?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/8099453551164976801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=8099453551164976801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/8099453551164976801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/8099453551164976801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/10/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-6921294289984592247</id><published>2007-10-26T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T07:17:00.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oddity.</title><content type='html'>Today was kinda weird, really weird actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on time but waaaaaaaaaaaay early to meet the crew, so I sat at the MRT and read my book. Till some really skinny odd looking lady came up to me and talked to me about being a model? She asked for my name and I said "Priscilla, I'm 14" and she bought it, though I hardly look like a Priscilla. Then Lots arrived, and we met up with the others soon after. Saw Jia Cheng and Lum, and I never want to re-live seeing Jia Cheng and Lum at Far East. Nothing much happened until I got home, which was when my dad scolded me for having a bruise on my leg. I don't know how I got it, so that made him doubly mad, but I really don't know why he's mad when I'm the one with the bruise. It's not like I hit myself, that would be really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm realy tired and nervous. Course results are this Wednesday, so I'm feeling really anxious. I just want to do my damn best form now on. Holiday are finally here, and chalets are being planned. Sounds like fun, but it's not easy organising chalets. I'm so tired, so tired, and it's only 10.15. Stupid. Well, I'm going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-6921294289984592247?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/6921294289984592247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=6921294289984592247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6921294289984592247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6921294289984592247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/10/oddity.html' title='oddity.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-3846495222399111179</id><published>2007-10-23T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T04:15:40.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take my time, I'm handing it out.</title><content type='html'>Layer 1: On the outside&lt;br /&gt;Name: Kathleen&lt;br /&gt;Birth date: 9th Nov 1993&lt;br /&gt;Current Status: Single.&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour: Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour: Black, Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 2: On the inside&lt;br /&gt;My heritage: Chinese-scottish(a wee bit)&lt;br /&gt;My fear: I have a few, quite a few actually.&lt;br /&gt;My weakness: knives and threats.&lt;br /&gt;My perfect pizza: Something weird, but nice and cheesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 3: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;My first thought of waking up:"Oh god please don't make me wake up"&lt;br /&gt;My bedtime: when it feels right.&lt;br /&gt;My most missed memories: Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 4: My pick.&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: Single&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: I like both.&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla or Chocolate: chocnilla.&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: Cappuccino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 5: Do you?&lt;br /&gt;Smoke:  No.&lt;br /&gt;Do you Curse: sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower: NOPE. I just do what the cats do.&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: Well that's just too much to ask.&lt;br /&gt;Go to school: yah.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: Usually&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: Nah. I just like vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 6: In the past&lt;br /&gt;Drink alcohol: Not like an alcoholic but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 7: Have you ever..?&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game: Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Change who you were to fit in: Once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 8: Are you hoping to&lt;br /&gt;Get married: Doesn't everyone, at least a little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 9: In a partner&lt;br /&gt;Best eye colour: Green fascinates me, but no real prefrences.&lt;br /&gt;Best hair colour: Blond is cool.&lt;br /&gt;Long or short hair: Short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 10: What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;A minute ago: Talking to friends.&lt;br /&gt;An hour ago: just got home.&lt;br /&gt;A Month ago: Studying&lt;br /&gt;A Year ago: Probably studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 11: Finish the sentences..&lt;br /&gt;I love: a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;I hide: a lot of other things&lt;br /&gt;I miss: a lot of important things&lt;br /&gt;I need: alot of new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer 12: Tag 6&lt;br /&gt;Whoever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-3846495222399111179?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/3846495222399111179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=3846495222399111179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3846495222399111179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3846495222399111179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/10/take-my-time-im-handing-it-out.html' title='take my time, I&apos;m handing it out.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-8538369219077702898</id><published>2007-10-17T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:41:35.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/RxYPi0IRutI/AAAAAAAAAII/-yMXVUcmUbw/s1600-h/TP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122298716963846866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/RxYPi0IRutI/AAAAAAAAAII/-yMXVUcmUbw/s320/TP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pris is GAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/RxYPWUIRusI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BNHmWAJ9k1s/s1600-h/pbd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122298502215482050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/RxYPWUIRusI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BNHmWAJ9k1s/s320/pbd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; P.E.K.K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122298089898621602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/RxYO-UIRuqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/upqcZumH57A/s320/kake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/RxYPKUIRurI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvILGmlKEjs/s1600-h/kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122298296057051826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/RxYPKUIRurI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hvILGmlKEjs/s320/kk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;more soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-8538369219077702898?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/8538369219077702898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=8538369219077702898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/8538369219077702898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/8538369219077702898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/10/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/RxYPi0IRutI/AAAAAAAAAII/-yMXVUcmUbw/s72-c/TP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-675891552353717650</id><published>2007-10-17T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T04:21:56.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SF!</title><content type='html'>SUAN FONG!&lt;br /&gt;Fongfongfongfong! I miss YOUUUU. It's been a while since we last hung out, I'm so sorry! I miss youuu. Haha, I miss mugging and studying and being gay! And fasting! My gosh, I'm sorry I haven't been hanging out with you much, I miss the times we spent time with each other. I'll go to your church this Saturday! Finally, finally. ((: I'm damn happy. Thanks for not giving up on me and continuing to invite me to church. LOVE YOU FONNNGGG. (: Miss miss misssss fong yeah! (: See you in school you smart kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-675891552353717650?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/675891552353717650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=675891552353717650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/675891552353717650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/675891552353717650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/10/sf.html' title='SF!'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-8179587923446234604</id><published>2007-10-15T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:45:33.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well, look look look.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, met Keri at Borders' Coffee Bean and hung out before having an argument about sharing umbrellas. In which Keri didn't want to share. Which has led me to believe she has a deprived childhood and didn't learn the importance of sharing. The important thing though, is that she got more wet then I did. (Thank you hoodies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch at Genki Sushi and went our seperate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if you got off at Harbourfront Mrt and walked around till you saw a BreadTalk outlet, you'd think, OK the breadtalk near harbourfront, right? Well apparently I was very wrong, and made Lum, Jia Cheng and Liang Fu go all the way to the other one which was the real BreadTalk near harbourfront, apparently I was at the Vivo one. Anyway, after we walked around we met Belda, and we went shopping. Then met the guys at cine for dinner, which was really fun cause we irritated Jia Cheng to bits. It was just really fun going out with them.&lt;br /&gt;And Belda and I got hats, though i wanted the shellish one, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-8179587923446234604?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/8179587923446234604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=8179587923446234604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/8179587923446234604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/8179587923446234604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-look-look-look.html' title='well, look look look.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-2086617448292609429</id><published>2007-10-13T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T00:29:59.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stingstung.</title><content type='html'>It's been a fun few days of doing nothing in particular. I'm just glad that everything is over and done with. Anyway, we celebrated Priscilla's birthday yesterday at Suntec City. Happy birthday pris! (: We hope you had a good time. So after dinner we checked out the world's (supposed) largest fountain. The DJ was horrible, but at least she played "She will be loved" By Maroon 5, but after that she played some Micheal Jackson, which completely lost my interest. So Kerianne and I left for home. The day was fun in whole, making my way home was torture. Something about going home at night just doesn't sound fun to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want "The Cribs'" album, actually, I want a lot of things. My MP3 isn't working though, and my radio isn't my biggest fan at the moment. It tends to get temperamental whenever I really need it to do what it was built to do, but whatever. Anyway, I'm tired, and have been tired for the past day I've been through. I just can't fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-2086617448292609429?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/2086617448292609429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=2086617448292609429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2086617448292609429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2086617448292609429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/10/stingstung.html' title='stingstung.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-3156229454576733964</id><published>2007-10-09T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T01:04:11.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate my email.</title><content type='html'>I hate, and when I say hate, I mean a very strong sense for dislike, but anyway, I hate my email. I know what most of you are thinking, which would be "then why did you choose it?" honestly, I don't know. But I'm begining to think an email is another sick and twisted invention by bill gates (?) or some other tech man, that was built to cause everyone else loads of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a new email is up there with the top ten things I hate doing. Of course it's not above taking a chinese test, but it's not too far below it. But what I'm saying is, I hate my email. What was I thinking calling myself crazy4candy2? What I was thinking was maybe, that I love candy. Which is of course fine, but I really shouldn't have made it my email address. I'm just a bad email address(er). I've tried numerous times to come up with something, but nothing good ever came out of me when it came to email. Of course there was coolcatz77 which thank god, expired (somehow). But nothing, and I truly mean nothing, is as bad as crazy4candy2. Mainly because it gives others the chance to say "Oh look! She's crazy 4 candy man! HAWHAW." Which isn't very funny at all. It's sad, for me, seeing as I am crazy4candy2. The only two things that keep me going with this email is that there is obviously someone else called crazy4candy because I had to add the two at the back since crazy4candy was simply taken. Of course the other reason is my obvious hate for email changing, it makes me feel stupid, unimaginative, and very frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to grow. Not mentally, please, I've had enough of the "I'm going to grow and become more undestanding about this world." posts, because it's a waste of my time trying to understand something as absolutely stupid as the world, but i'm getting thrown off topic. As I was saying, I'm trying to grow, taller. The only way that would happen is if I got some sleep. Which isn't very hard if you'd ask a lot of people. But it is hard, very very hard infact. Maybe it was the cup of coffee I had, the one with 1643923856129237589057 packets of sugar and coffeemate. So now I'm listening to catpower, hoping their songs are going to send me to sleep, but it's hardly the case. The coffee is simply too strong, and I am simply too charged. So yes, sleeping is very very difficult. Everything today, is difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-3156229454576733964?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/3156229454576733964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=3156229454576733964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3156229454576733964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3156229454576733964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hate-my-email.html' title='I hate my email.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-2318001111780817558</id><published>2007-10-05T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T20:25:33.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update (ohmy)</title><content type='html'>End of years has started and it's very very intense now. Doing intense studying, intense thinking, so much tension. Today I was supposed to go studying with Fong and belda but my parents want to take me to (?) Little India (?), it's not bad, just, weird that's all. Anyway, hope Fong and Belda have good studying :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really sinking in that maybe in about a few month's time everything that happened this year's gonna be, not gone but, just, blah. I'll miss 2C, I love 2C (: but I guess we all have to do what we have to do in order to move on. I'm starting to question my stream choices. I never though it would be this difficult to pick a stream. Why would I go to double science? I don't even want to do science in the future D: but it'll look good? I guess, I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is math, which I expect to be horrifyingly difficult, or mind numbing. It feels more daunting than Geography, which was by the way not as smooth as I thought it would go. Something about a chunnel, linking Europe to some other place in Europe. But nothing beats a good ol' Chinese compo writing test right? Right. I failed (or will fail) terribly, but what else could you expect from ME anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Good luck for the rest of your test! (And I am updating for belda? Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Charms cheer up, I know you did your best, we still love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-2318001111780817558?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/2318001111780817558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=2318001111780817558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2318001111780817558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2318001111780817558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/10/update-ohmy.html' title='An update (ohmy)'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-1299944264153253493</id><published>2007-09-22T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T08:28:31.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crash the best ones.</title><content type='html'>Last night was the first girl's night out (of P.E.K.K), best girl's night out, and last night/day out. So far, I mean, I've been out late, but it was with the guys at LAN or watching a movie or eating or something. But girl's night out was awesome. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELYNA &lt;3. Okay, so we camwhored, but I don't have any photos with me yet, so photos coming up pretty soon. Mainly, we pigged out at Swensens, went to the roof of vivo to cam whore, and eat donuts. Then frantically made our way home at around 10. Very awesome, love you guys : D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my brother's graduation day, so, Happy Graduation Bro!&lt;br /&gt;The graduation was so boring, I actually slept for an hour out of the 3 hours I was there. Then there were bagpipes, I mean, what the hell? Who plays bagpipes? And the guy wore a quilt and I SAW him playing the bagpipes and walking down the isle, and I just stared. I mean, it was the bagpipes, and a guy wearing a skirt looking thing. Poor guy. After the bagpipes were done I fell asleep and only woke to see them claping for the graduating guys. Oh, and they played S-Club 7. Haha, nice to know some people still remember S-Club, though they're songs are kind of, gay. But whatever. Anyway, I'm very tired and stressed, gonna sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-1299944264153253493?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/1299944264153253493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=1299944264153253493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1299944264153253493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1299944264153253493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/09/crash-best-ones.html' title='crash the best ones.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-8138103583719373117</id><published>2007-09-14T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T06:00:40.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why.</title><content type='html'>This week hasn't been to bad, we got a relief teacher called for chinese, Miss Zheng. Chinese is quite fun now. I sat next to Belda this week, and we talk a lot during chinese so it's quite fun, and we're usually laughing, so it's been fun. Then on thursday we talked about what we wanted to do after sec4 and I just realised how little time I have left to decide what I'm going to do with myself. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I want to work in a magazine, like ELLE or Harper's bazzar, I would kill to work for them. AND I found a super funny picture of Belda and a shark. Funnier than my P6 PIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been talking about the future with a lot of people. Belda, Charlotte, Keri. I still don't have a clear decision for the future. I'm getting quite stressed out thinking about what to do. But for now I guess I'm still allowed to dream a little. Charlotte and I are going to rock the world. I'm going to start my own magazine, vogue but better. Charlotte's gonna become a supastar miss diva-alien-fashiondesigner. I still miss those days spent sitting at self proclaimed spots, chips for lunch, ice cream for snacks. Gosh I miss all my friends. EOYs are soooo close, and I don't want to mess up my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the record, Priscilla Soon Wen is more of a camwhore queen than I am. SO IS KERIANNE CHIN WEI YI. But the Ks are the champions my friends, THE P is the LOSER till the endddd. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ charlotte is an alien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-8138103583719373117?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/8138103583719373117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=8138103583719373117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/8138103583719373117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/8138103583719373117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/09/why.html' title='why.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-5463419501803501300</id><published>2007-09-08T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T08:41:02.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too short.</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling a little below average. The stress, I cannot handle the stress. I don't like hearing all this talk about double science geniuses, because I highly doubt that I am going to be one of them, and that scares me half to death. I love humanities, but I can't help but feel this expectancy from people, as if thinking humanities isn't so bad, really is that bad. I can't help but feel, helpless at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, and only sometimes, I can't fall asleep. Thinking that every waking moment for this long haul will be spent thinking about you, the last thing I need to be thinking about right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to study with Belda, Jia Cheng and Lum today at Jurong East. Jia Cheng bought us a lot of stuff as usual, treating us to a lot of small things. Then I got to talk to Belda, who is really good to talk to. I really feel like she understands a lot, and I'm not afraid to talk to her. Then we went to KFC after Lum left, to eat 3 piece chicken meal. Then went home at around 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that lately, I've had so little patience to spare. I just want this to end, this hellish feeling I have. Everything is daunting. This coming Monday is daunting, due homework is daunting, End Of Years are the most daunting. I wish I could sleep, for so so long and just miss this whole thing, whatever it is. I guess you could say I'm scared, but for some reason I'm just so angry that people are expecting so much from us on such a short deadline. I'm so damn angry that I can't seem to keep up, I need to keep up. The stress is insane, this feeling is insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-5463419501803501300?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/5463419501803501300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=5463419501803501300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5463419501803501300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5463419501803501300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-i-feel.html' title='too short.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-7704361792418879013</id><published>2007-09-07T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T09:02:08.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>watching.</title><content type='html'>I've spent 90% of my day watching things, runway videos, reality shows, spongebob squarepants? My eyes are feeling the strain, and the pain in my head isn't making it any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's holiday has really gone by faster than i expected. Monday was spent attending math remedial, then heading over to Keri's house to do more math, it's much worse than it sounds, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was so wasted, I didn't do any study at all. I spent the afternoon buying Elyna's present with Keri, then taking a walk, swinging, and eating waffles. Spent some time cam whoring, I just haven't gotten the pictures yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was the first day of the crew study sleepover special. We spent the first few hours living up to our "study maniacs" pact, but then we slacked for the rest of the time. Went out at 12? Got back at 9, bathed, watched "interview with the vampire." and chilled at the pool. Slept rather early, or tried to. Charmaine was, nuzzling me? So disturbing. I woke up really early though, because I needed to go to the toilet. We drank carrot juice and ate pizza for breakfast, it was a very vegan meal that day. Anyway it was fun, love the crew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, yeah well I think I talked about today already. I've been feeling stressed out, so today was quite okay, I spent it alone for the first few hours of the day, reading, making myself breakfast and lunch. Then spent the rest of the day, watching shows on the computer. There's really no way of making it sound very interesting, it's not really. Just relaxing, I guess I needed it more than I realised. That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-7704361792418879013?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/7704361792418879013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=7704361792418879013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7704361792418879013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7704361792418879013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/09/watching.html' title='watching.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-6277006474835143089</id><published>2007-09-01T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:41:36.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happu birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Suan Fong and Ian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105442419524267010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/Rtos1Kz0bAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RtFbjKNlyXs/s320/IMG_7695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Suan fong: FONG FONG FONG. Happy birthday! You're the most retardedest friend I've made this year! You rock! I have so much fun talking to you and sleeping over at Cally's house even though you suddenly kick me at night. Thanks for being so cool! We have to sleepover again soon. Fong rocks rocks rocks. Have a happy birthday yeah? Take careeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Getting to know you this year's been very, educational. I've learnt a lot about you and I hope you have a good birthday. Happy birthday (: Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-6277006474835143089?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/6277006474835143089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=6277006474835143089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6277006474835143089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6277006474835143089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/09/happu-birthday.html' title='Happu birthday!'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/Rtos1Kz0bAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/RtFbjKNlyXs/s72-c/IMG_7695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-5521549638734117465</id><published>2007-09-01T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T19:55:09.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday.</title><content type='html'>The latest news? Mel Gibson's here. Like OH MY GOD. Haha, I'm slightly shocked, mostly baffled. What Hollywood superstar vacations here? Tiny Ol' Singapore, to eat curry? Haha. Oh those headlines scream "Mel Gibson spotted on serangoon road eating curry." I wonder if he came here for the curry. Haha, let's all go Mel spotting! Take a picture with him eating curry maybe, we'd be famous curry buddies. I just can't comprehend this news. Mel Gibson man, why of all Hollywood stars, Mel Gibson? Maybe this will result in a trend, we'll be the next Hollywood stop. Hard to imagine, but give it a try. After all, the curry here rocks. Pearl and I shall go Mel spotting! Yes we shall. I just can't stop asking myself why? But then again, do these Hollywood types ever have actual reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting cranky now, I haven't eaten anything, I'm so hungry and so lazy. I'm feeling annoyed, I don't have any damn FOOD to eat. I don't want to eat another damn apple, I've eaten 5 apples this week. I can't take another apple, I'll hurl. Holidays officially starting tomorrow, but I've got extra math lessons. I don't understand half of the topic on proportion, I lost focus somewhere along the way. EOYs are coming and I cannot cannot cannot loose focus. I just can't wait until this is all over, so I can relax. I feel like skipping school every school day., but I can't. I'm afraid I might be getting by just barely. I got my report book back, and I totally forgot to show it to the parents, and now I'm afraid it's too late to show them my report book. They might be thinking "She shows it to me NOW? How convenient, after she's gone out, she decides to show me this." I honestly forgot, I've been meaning to show it to them, but everytime I remember, I have something else to do. I'm just glad it's Sunday, CSI, Ghost Whisperer and The hills. I barely watch any TV anymore. Sigh, I'm so hungryyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go buy some curry, hopefully run into Mel Gibson, maybe I'll even get to watch CSI with him on his (I can only imagine) private jet equipped with big screen plasma TVs. Oh the possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;KATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sir,&lt;br /&gt;no I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-5521549638734117465?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/5521549638734117465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=5521549638734117465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5521549638734117465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5521549638734117465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/09/holiday.html' title='Holiday.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-5488781716486559108</id><published>2007-08-31T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T07:47:25.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today didn't get any better.</title><content type='html'>All the bad things happen at once.&lt;br /&gt;And you were wrong, today didn't get any better than yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It got worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-5488781716486559108?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/5488781716486559108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=5488781716486559108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5488781716486559108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5488781716486559108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-didnt-get-any-better.html' title='today didn&apos;t get any better.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-5002520096829851394</id><published>2007-08-30T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T05:35:30.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the dead don't stare.</title><content type='html'>I feel like - I'm not sure. BAD. I feel too stressed out by school. End of years are coming, and I feel very very very bad. All the teachers are scolding cause of small things here and there. It's damn unfair and damn annoying I cannot take it. I'm very tired, even though I sleep as early as I can, I feel very very useless because of school. To think, tomorrow I have to celebrate teachers day, the people making me feel horrible and stressed out about myself. I've got very little appetitte now. I have very little patience, I cannot stand anything right now. School sucks sucks suuuuucks. Geog is absolutely awful, and english is useless as a class, chinese is CRAP and math isn't so bad I guess, but worst of all SCIENCE is totally aboslutely STUPID and USELESS. so much stress, I cannot handle. So much scoldings man, too many small stupid things to scold about. ARGAHRGAHGRAHGRHGRH. HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot me shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;SHOOT ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-5002520096829851394?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/5002520096829851394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=5002520096829851394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5002520096829851394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5002520096829851394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/08/dead-dont-stare.html' title='the dead don&apos;t stare.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-8371900043138513502</id><published>2007-08-27T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:41:36.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>titanic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/RtKofaz0a_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/HxxQPFTO8LI/s1600-h/DSC00725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103326585490271218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/RtKofaz0a_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/HxxQPFTO8LI/s320/DSC00725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best friend rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-8371900043138513502?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/8371900043138513502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=8371900043138513502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/8371900043138513502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/8371900043138513502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/08/titanic.html' title='titanic'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/RtKofaz0a_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/HxxQPFTO8LI/s72-c/DSC00725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-6554381719259310567</id><published>2007-08-24T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T02:50:42.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SORRY.</title><content type='html'>HAHHAHAHA. Charms' has the ultimate power to remove stuffff. wheeee. (: Sorry kath. But I know you stilll loveee meeeeeee as much as I love you! WHO WANTS TO WATCH THAT MOUSE SHOW TOGETHER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, though this is late, HAPPY REAL BDAY CHARMS. Just to let you know, I wished you earlier before, on one of my posts incase I had no time to wish you, like now. SO, I didn't forget you entirely, because I did wish you before! Anyway, I love you! Thanks for being such a great person to laugh with, cry with, smile with and do whatever with. You're awesome! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-6554381719259310567?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/6554381719259310567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=6554381719259310567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6554381719259310567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6554381719259310567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;M SORRY.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-4364975341428729276</id><published>2007-08-21T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T04:27:43.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bury this city.</title><content type='html'>Today was okay. It rained quite a bit again, I think it's the monsoon season (whoo). Anyway, today my Chinese file was checked (and found to be pathetic) so now I have to search for all the Chinese worksheet that I just can't seem to find. Filing is a whole load of extra work to me. I think my geog file is due for checking too. I don't know if I have one. I remember having one, but it's gone! Just like all the other files I possibly had, but currently don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of years, oh my god. Streaming is so daunting. It's very very very very daunting right now. It makes me shiver, and cry, on the inside. I am not, at all in good shape for the end of years. It's very very hard, to just suddenly focus, because I just can't seem to focus right now.It's getting me down, it's very depressing to see myself go like this. But, I will have to practice, I guess. Nothing comes for free. So serious study begins VERY VERY VERY soon. I just need to sort my mental mess out. I'm so so so nervous now, I can't take the pressure. I cannot cannot cannot take it. They make it sound soo easy. "Just plan a time table and FOLLOW IT" Yeah, you follow it if it's soooo easy. They haven't even stopped CCA yet, how am I going to cope? September holidays aren't that far, and I'm counting down slowly, very very nervously. School is hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BORING.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-4364975341428729276?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/4364975341428729276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=4364975341428729276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/4364975341428729276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/4364975341428729276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/08/bury-this-city.html' title='Bury this city.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-7170306282254689656</id><published>2007-08-20T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T06:06:10.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology.</title><content type='html'>Charms: Hey, sorry about that name. I had the name for a while, before I knew about the whole situation. I'm really sorry, I'd change it if I could but it's quite hard to now, since I'm so far i to fexcellent. I hope you can handle, if not, I'm sure I'll think of something. Tell me 'kay? Thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like updating fexcellent, but I think I'll leave that for another day. I really like the rainy weather, it's so windy and calming. I just wish it was rainy at the right times. Not when I need to walk to my bus stop in the morning. I feel like dropping chinese, and picking up french. But we all know how dumb someone like me would sound trying to pull off a french accent. So dumb it wouldn't be funny, it would just be, wrong. But it's french! The language of, the french. Haha, passion and deep feelings. Oolala. Haha, anyway, I'm sure I'd be much more interested in french anyway, so yeah. School was O-K. Cause well, I don't know. Belda kept saying I looked like (butercup)? Haha, and Kenneth kept commenting on my hair. Well, almost everyone did so I guess it doesn't make a difference. English was bad, it was just, bad. That's all I'm gonna say. The rest of the day was okay, but I have a very very bad feeling about my math results coming back. (Why am I failing everything?) This is very very frustrating. I hate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to explode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-7170306282254689656?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/7170306282254689656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=7170306282254689656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7170306282254689656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7170306282254689656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/08/apology.html' title='Apology.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-2362096640473762855</id><published>2007-08-18T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T06:19:51.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catchy tunes.</title><content type='html'>This week's been rather full, but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I went for, band, haha, it wasn't so bad cause we were playing the awesome piece of Pirates. Okay, it's not that awesome, but it's just something about playing a movie soundtrack that's so cool, somehow. So Monday was okay, I don't think anything big happened on Monday though. Tuesday was okay, I had my last orange valley visit which turned out to be kind of a bummer since it was probably the one we prepared for the least. You'd think that we'd get the hang of visitng old folks who don't understand a word you're saying, but I guess it's harder then we thought. Wednesday started off bad cause the school got called into the hall to get yelled at by Miss Lim. Afte school watched Rush Hour 3 with William, Ian, Louis, James, and Chee Siang. RH3 was too funny. Okay for now, whatever this is worth, to Louis, Ian and James, I'm really sorry about how I was. Yeah, sorry. Okay, awkward moment there, now moving on. Thursday was cool! Okay, I finally bought Christopher his long awaited Mcdonalds meal from KAP cause Lum's tuition thing was at Bukit Timah. So Jeremy, Chris, Lum, Man Kit and I took 74 to KAP. The bus ride was funny cause Lum tried to make a vegan song for me. But it just didn't work out. Anyway, Jarron joined us later on at KAP. Then went back to school, watched Jeremy and Man Kit try to out run a bus, and fail haha. Then got treated to Pizza Hut by Miss Tai. The whole thing was fun. Belda got cheesed, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I met Lots after school and hung out at MG before drama night. We went to KAP for a late lunch early dinner thing. Drama night was really good. Drama nights never seem to amaze me, something about drama nights just give me this feeling. It's magical and sophisticated, I just don't know, it's a sensation I get. Anyway, big big big love to CARA CHIANG for playing the best strange crazy jealous self righteous girlfriend I've ever seen! You were awesome, it was awesome the dress was nice but the wig should go. Haha, mad love to my mad showstopping Phoebe, it's been so long since I've seen you but you were too funny and too good on friday. AHEM. Haha. So yeah. Then I left with Lots and we sang to Paramore on the way to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I couldn't go to my project cause my parents think it's family day. Which was kind of a let down cause I went to Jurong East Library to borrow some well needed books. It's been a long long long few bookless painful weeks so yeah. I finished a book already, so I guess I'll be going back sooner than I expected. It's been a lazy day, and I had to use most of my will power to skip tonight's drama night because I think I'm hooked on that drama night sensation I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let some of you know, fexcellent's been updated. I'm hoping I'll have the time and energy and creativity to update frequently, but for now, I have one update so I hope you guys like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-2362096640473762855?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/2362096640473762855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=2362096640473762855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2362096640473762855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2362096640473762855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/08/catchy-tunes.html' title='Catchy tunes.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-7871314524916720833</id><published>2007-08-11T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:41:37.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/Rr5ogsQFgsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_w2BN1CxZos/s1600-h/DSC00624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097626739073712834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/Rr5ogsQFgsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_w2BN1CxZos/s320/DSC00624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/Rr5oX8QFgrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gKW52r_Df1s/s1600-h/DSC00618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097626588749857458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/Rr5oX8QFgrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gKW52r_Df1s/s320/DSC00618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/Rr5oNsQFgqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/W8qWKX_mwP0/s1600-h/DSC00606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097626412656198306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/Rr5oNsQFgqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/W8qWKX_mwP0/s320/DSC00606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/Rr5oHMQFgpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ygyFND7OeS0/s1600-h/DSC00605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097626300987048594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/Rr5oHMQFgpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ygyFND7OeS0/s320/DSC00605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-7871314524916720833?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/7871314524916720833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=7871314524916720833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7871314524916720833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7871314524916720833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/Rr5ogsQFgsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_w2BN1CxZos/s72-c/DSC00624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-2896063058766850341</id><published>2007-08-10T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:41:37.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wear the biggest smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/Rr0ZUMQFgnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9guycTA511g/s1600-h/Picture1069tdgdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097258187930042994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/Rr0ZUMQFgnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9guycTA511g/s320/Picture1069tdgdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The week's been okay, except for my cough, so irritating! Cough please go awaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;We had this orienteering thing, which made us go all over Singapore, so my team (Jarron, Ariel, Kh? Cally and I) went to DB and got stuck there for so longggg. But it was fun, then we went to Novena to do another station, then we went back to school. Guess who we ran into? James, Kieth and William. Haha, so the train ride was more fun. So we got off the train, took a bus to school and I ran up to do performance. It was super rushed 'cause I was late, and the weird thing was, a lot of people were later so yeah, I was late-early. Gah, anyway, the performance was AWESOME, it was so fun, and I love the moncheechees! Doing PULAU CHOOBS! I love 2C our dance rocks! At least we can do it again, for the old folks. Oh those lucky old people. Anyway, cut to after the national day thing ended. Jia Cheng asked Lum and I to watch the secret with him. Haha, and we made stupid faces, (ooh it's the secret, SHHH, it's a secret), retarded. Then met Kerianne, and we ended up at Borders, so I could get a CD, Yellowcard baby. Then we got really hungry, so we went to McCafe to get fries and a brownie. Haha, awesome lunch best friend. Then went into Mango, where she made wise cracks about turtleneck sweaters, (cause I told her I used to think that they were cool, and they were). Then we went to waffle town, to grab some ice-cream waffles and went to swing. Then went back to chill at Balmoral, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Awesome ccckrew outing! We met at 10, and went to book tickets for The Simpsons movie, best movie of the year. Homer was so hilarious, Bart was really good, Maggie was too cool! Lisa and Marg were, kinda retarded. Haha, and spider-pig is awesome, one of my favourites. Hm, after the movie, we kept singing "Why do birds, suddenly appear? Every time, you are near!". Then we took neos, because well, we had no camera. After neos, we went off to eat lunch with Pat, Will and YK? Which was nice, cause the food was really nice. Kinda weird, I'm not sure why. Then cabbed back to Orchard, Far East, just hung out and did stupid things. Then went to topshop, to TRY to find a present for Charmaine, who didn't want anything! So we ended up not getting her anything. Then Cara went off, and Lots, Charms and I went to Borders to look for magazines. Then I had a really bad coughing fit, which scared the crap out of Charmaine, haha, sorry. Hm, then we decided to chill at BK, where we found like one totally full cup of Coke, and charms wanted to drink it. She didn't, cause she was scared of, catching AIDS? I don't see a connection but OK. Haha, I love you charmaine! Then took a bus back with lots, and had some one on one time. I love lots too! Cause you're so understanding (: haha. So yeah, had very good crew time, and I got to watch the Simpsons, so yeah, no big downside. But I still have my cough, and I think I'm starting to pass it around. Sorry haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Happy birthday to BELDA! AND SINGAPORE! Haha, and to CHARMAINEEEE. You are awesome and I know this is pretty off the date but yeah, better now, since yeah. Thanks for being such a good friend, and always trying to be there even though you're so far away and busy. You'll always be in our heads and hearts! CHARMAINE ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-2896063058766850341?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/2896063058766850341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=2896063058766850341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2896063058766850341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2896063058766850341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wear-biggest-smile.html' title='I wear the biggest smile.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/Rr0ZUMQFgnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9guycTA511g/s72-c/Picture1069tdgdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-1630320728139258982</id><published>2007-08-08T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T04:47:02.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the lights came out.</title><content type='html'>It's that feeling I get, it's that feeling you give. It's the fact that I'm trying so hard, it's the fact that you're not trying at all. What did we do? When did we become strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can always go back to you, to the way everything's simple. The way the light hits the ground, the way it lights up the air. The way we're not perfect, but it just feels fine. It feels familiar and warm, almost like home. Where I feel safe, and for some reason I'd never want to leave, because I know that this is as near to perfection as I'm going to feel, and that maybe, just maybe, my stupid big ideas and dreams aren't all that stupid after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when I know who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-1630320728139258982?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/1630320728139258982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=1630320728139258982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1630320728139258982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1630320728139258982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/08/lights-came-out.html' title='the lights came out.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-3863091826663012158</id><published>2007-08-04T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:41:37.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>october.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/RrV18sQFgmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/74Fcdrvm9vg/s1600-h/IMG_7695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/RrV18sQFgmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/74Fcdrvm9vg/s320/IMG_7695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095108238970815074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The week's been really really busy. It's been "non-stop" practice for the cultural performance, but I think I'll be kinda sad when it's over. Our dance is awesome! It's really addictive and fun, and I think that we're all really happy doing it. Nothing happened today so I'll post about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Founders day was good. It was short and I got my awards, $140 worth of borders vouchers was better than I expected. Anyway, I went home straight after the service cause I was so tired. So yeah, I went home to sleep before meeting Cara for lunch at MG which was really good, cause I've been meaning to talk to Cara for a while, and the visit was something I'd been wanting to do for a while too. Then went to meet Keri at waffletown, to have some K-time, swinging and waffle eating. After that I went back to school to meet SUAN FONG before going off to kallang for FOP. I didn't think that I'd be someone to really go to FOP, but it was really good. It made me think a lot about how I've been lately and maybe how I haven't been very, "good". I just feel, better somehow. Anyway, after FOP Suan Fong and I sleptover at Cally's awesomely huge and nice house. Love her movie room, which was really cool, the chairs recline and everything! It's just really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, actually nothing big has happened, so yeah, it's boring old Singapore. I'm getting so tired of it. I want to moooove cause this is so boooring. I don't know what's up with me lately, I've been so tired. I guess it's cause I've been so busy lately. I don't feel so well right now, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-3863091826663012158?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/3863091826663012158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=3863091826663012158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3863091826663012158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3863091826663012158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/08/october.html' title='october.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/RrV18sQFgmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/74Fcdrvm9vg/s72-c/IMG_7695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-754963894948942247</id><published>2007-07-28T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T18:52:58.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you couldn't even do that right.</title><content type='html'>To put this lightly&lt;br /&gt;I hope you&lt;br /&gt;choke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-754963894948942247?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/754963894948942247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=754963894948942247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/754963894948942247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/754963894948942247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-couldnt-even-do-that-right.html' title='you couldn&apos;t even do that right.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-4083842763796001290</id><published>2007-07-27T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T02:21:12.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she's running.</title><content type='html'>The attire check was horrible. I have to tie my hair (though I barely have any hair to tie) because it's going over my collar, then I had to pin up my fringe so it wouldn't go over my eyebrow. School rules are so stupid. I think I'm old enough to know when my own attire is "not acceptable". I don't understand how dyeing my hair is going to affect my learning abilities. I don't understand how my hair going over my collar is going to make me look so horribly messy, I can't focus. I'm only going to say it like this, my fringe going over my eyes doesn't bother me for one reason, I put it there. If it annoyed me or got in the way, wouldn't you think I'd push it away? So yes, I know my hair is in my face, I put it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong with school, it's gotten so unbearable, it's so boring. I feel like getting up and screaming "What are we doing here anyway!?" and walking out. It's starting to make less and less sense to me, why we get up and spend 90% of our teenage lives going to a place that's so painful. I know, that maybe I'm slipping, and that I should listen more in class because maybe then I'll learn something, just like how I used to. But I just, don't like school. Even the "fun" subjects are really boring. Argh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't go to school today so I shall talk about yesterday. Yesterday was the attire check, and everyone, or almost everyone at least, thought I was gonna get caught for my fringe, but yeah, sad to say, I didn't? But when I went up to chinese class and let down my fringe, Miss Tai was like "Kathleen, if you want to join all the other people on the bridge (to get their hair cut) I can send you down too." So I pinned up my fringe. Then we watched some S.H.E music video that made me laugh till I started tearing and people thought I was mad. The scenes in the music video had like zero connection. Then I had music, which was damn boring, so Jarron told me that I could listen to the radio, so music got a little less boring. Next week we're continue with watching "The adventures of Shark Boy and Lava girl" cause we watched the movie and when there was this really exciting part, it stopped. So anti-climax! Then had Lifeskills, so my class had to join 3G so we could form our orienteering groups, and I'm in some group with 3 other guys, I only know Jarron D: but oh well, make new friends. Then after school, I sat with Louis, Chee Siang and Keren for a little while, then went to sit with Keri. Tried to give Ian back his hoodie but I couldn't find Delia so I just gave it to Louis to pass it to Ian. Ian's insanely "dao" so weird I cannot be bothered already. Haha, dao me I dao you right back. ARGH I sound so immature, but it's really weird. Forget it. Anyway, after that I met Cara at Bishan to have some one on one time and talk some random girl talk. So yeah, yesterday was good.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, so tired, gonna sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-4083842763796001290?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/4083842763796001290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=4083842763796001290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/4083842763796001290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/4083842763796001290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/07/shes-running.html' title='she&apos;s running.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-1927052432317186590</id><published>2007-07-25T06:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T06:15:57.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's an invasion.</title><content type='html'>I'm running out of things to blog about. SCHOOL SUCKED. I have a very bad feeling about my stupid math test. Anyway, yeah, school sucked. It's really cold, and I'm really tired. I slept a little during Science, okay I tried to, but the moment I even put my head on the table, Terri Tan would tap on me and tell me to sit up. So messed up, I mean, this sounds fake and ridiculous but honestly, I still listen to the class when I close my eyes, I actually do. Geog was more fun than usual, cause Belda and I started talkig about tattoos, haha. Kenneth and Chris only "allow" us to get tattoos if it's their names. No thank you, not their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Met Keri, Pris and Cheryl in the canteen and went to Dover. Then saw Kenneth and Alvin, and Kenneth gave me a semi free drink. Which was cool, because Kenneth finally shared, FINALLY. After lunch I walked to the bus stop with Keri who was being extremely stupid making no sense, and talking about how things sound offensive even when they're not. Too mad, it's not normal. Got on 200 and went to James' house, which was all noisy from Louis, Liau and Ian. James went to the other room to sleep, and I tried to listen to music and read PITNB but Ian made me listen to GC and Louis formed this new philosophy that Josh Duhamel and Johnny Knoxville are clones of the same person, which is all a lie because, well, Josh Duhamel looks a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;The usual insanity I guess. Left James' house and went to Clementi interchange to walk Ian there, because I'm nice. But I borrowed his hoodie again because it's freezing and I'm just not used to it at all. Global warming is way too freaky for me to handle. Okay, I'm damn tired now, I can hardly keep my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fongfong thinks she rocks, but I think I rock more! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-1927052432317186590?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/1927052432317186590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=1927052432317186590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1927052432317186590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1927052432317186590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-invasion.html' title='It&apos;s an invasion.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-6951695055029980199</id><published>2007-07-24T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T07:12:49.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack</title><content type='html'>There's nothing much to say. I'm so tired from school, I had Chinese remedial today so ridiculous, I was the only girl, besides Jean, who was all quiet which left me to ask the guys all my Chinese questions. Who didn't answer them very well, thankyouverymuch. Haha, they just talked about how I was so white and glaring. Such bull man, such bull. Miss Tai started telling the remedial class about how we weren't ever gonna go to CLB on her watch, so we should give the idea up. Which seems okay, as long as Chinese remains uncounted for during my O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streaming is getting to me, but I can't bring myself to do anything. Class is so boring, and it's so cold and windy. It's so nice to sleep, it's hard to stay awake at this rate. I'm just worried I'm not doing as well. GARGAHGARGAHGRHAGRH, but people are starting to make me feel like I'm not trying. I'm trying, it's not easy. "All you have to do is study and be a good student". If it was as easy as it sounded we'd all be bloody bunches of scholars. I'm getting so tired, I feel asleep during English after I finished my worksheet, and a little during Science, because Terri Tan sounds like a broken tape recorder. My shoes are screwed because of our stupid surprise attire check, so whatever, 1 demerit point here I come. I don't want to know what's gonna happen next, maybe I'll get caught for my hair, again. Whatever, I'm getting so sick of school, ugh. I really am trying, I just don't know how long I can last with all the crazy rules and the pressure and the lessons. Global warming is screwing up the temperatures around here, it's so cold I wouldn't be surprised if it starts snowing by December, but if that were to happen I think I'd kill myself before the sun explodes on me. We live in Singapore, cold isn't the word I should be using to describe the months of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-6951695055029980199?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/6951695055029980199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=6951695055029980199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6951695055029980199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6951695055029980199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/07/attack.html' title='Attack'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-1323801935746458795</id><published>2007-07-21T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:13:50.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one word</title><content type='html'>One Word Answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer: Drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Anorexic: Bones.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships: Tough.&lt;br /&gt;Power Rangers: Red.&lt;br /&gt;Pot: Clay&lt;br /&gt;Steroids: Southpark.&lt;br /&gt;Cartoons: network&lt;br /&gt;President: bush.&lt;br /&gt;Tupperware: Microwave.&lt;br /&gt;Florida: Sun&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus: Old.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween: Pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;Bon Jovi: Hair.&lt;br /&gt;Grammar: Fullstops.&lt;br /&gt;Friendster: Viewing.&lt;br /&gt;Worst fear: Rejection&lt;br /&gt;Marriage: Love.&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton: Skinny.&lt;br /&gt;Brunettes: Dark.&lt;br /&gt;Redheads: Envy.&lt;br /&gt;Blondes: Woah.&lt;br /&gt;Pass the time: Music.&lt;br /&gt;One-night stands: FOB&lt;br /&gt;Donald Trump: Wigs.&lt;br /&gt;Neverland: Peterpan.&lt;br /&gt;Pixie Stix: Blue.&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla ice cream: Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Port-a-Potties: WTF&lt;br /&gt;High school: die.&lt;br /&gt;Pyjamas: white.&lt;br /&gt;Wood: trees.&lt;br /&gt;Wet socks: freaky.&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol: Vodka.&lt;br /&gt;Love: Forever.&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;The Bible: Holy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-1323801935746458795?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/1323801935746458795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=1323801935746458795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1323801935746458795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1323801935746458795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-word.html' title='one word'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-3538529824291872334</id><published>2007-07-21T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:41:39.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PINKY AND THE BRAIN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/RqLGXcQFgkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/65RDvqbfPeY/s1600-h/DSC00336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089848634905035330" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Met up with Keri before that to go to orchard for fun. Loser best friend, I LOVE YOU TOO. Haha, pinky. Then yeah, got to school a little later than 2 and sat with Ian before going in. I sat alone in the talk cause Ian had his MUM, so damn boring, so I listened to my music. Not like I haven't heard what was going on DD: so ridiculous. Then I got an sms from fongfong, who was two rows down from me or something:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fong: I see you!&lt;br /&gt;Kath: LOL. I see you too! wave!&lt;br /&gt;(turns and smiles at fong)&lt;br /&gt;fong: YOU DIDN'T WAVE! DO AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay okay fine!&lt;br /&gt;Fong: Better! LOL. Cally thinks you look emo alone and with your hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm too cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;Fong: PPFFTTT. I can see you sleeping and listening to music! YOU PIG!&lt;br /&gt;Me: oink oink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gar, I don't get school. It's so stupiddddd, they should make the talk during school curriculum time! Took away my Saturday afternoon, at least the talk wasn't that long. But it was 1 and a half hours of stating the obvious. I have to go to school tomorrow. D: I'm have a bad feeling about going for band. I want to take combined humans I think, I'm not that sure. I want to take CLB. Then I heard Miss Tai say that no one is going to go to CLB as long as she was our teacher D: I almost died.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still want the Hawthorne Heights CD. Damn it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-3538529824291872334?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/3538529824291872334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=3538529824291872334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3538529824291872334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3538529824291872334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/07/pinky-and-brain.html' title='PINKY AND THE BRAIN.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yE48mptn2qc/RqLGXcQFgkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/65RDvqbfPeY/s72-c/DSC00336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-832998828301103869</id><published>2007-07-20T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T06:04:46.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanted you to know,</title><content type='html'>Today was a world of ARGHAGRHGAHGAHGRHGRHAGRH. I have nothing left to say about school. Gosh, I feel like dropping out. Shush, no bad thoughts, nononononononononono. So routine, I know that school isn't made to be fun but it's so long, and meaningless feeling. I'm begining to care less and less about what the school thinks of me. Gosh, I'm getting a whole bunch of weird complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan: Kathleen why do you look so sleepy now a days?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan: Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: oookaaayyy, sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is going onnnn?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Keri and Kath time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keri says:&lt;br /&gt;LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE&lt;br /&gt;Keri says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM THE BRAIN!&lt;br /&gt;Kathsays:&lt;br /&gt;okay then I'll be pinky. everyone prefers pinky.&lt;br /&gt;Keri says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;Keri says:&lt;br /&gt;NOW I WANT TO BE PINKY&lt;br /&gt;Kath says:&lt;br /&gt;too bad&lt;br /&gt;Kath says:&lt;br /&gt;you said you were the brain&lt;br /&gt;Kath says:&lt;br /&gt;now shutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shopping for nothing and everything, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a retard today. Gosh, shutuuuuuuuuuup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-832998828301103869?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/832998828301103869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=832998828301103869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/832998828301103869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/832998828301103869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-wanted-you-to-know.html' title='I just wanted you to know,'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-1671036512343948358</id><published>2007-07-19T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T06:04:46.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three-word Answers&lt;br /&gt;1. Where's your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Short and straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where's your father?&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favourite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;It all depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favourite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream car?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in now?&lt;br /&gt;Small and plain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your fears?&lt;br /&gt;Death and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who did you hang out with last night?&lt;br /&gt;Msn and books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What are you no good at?&lt;br /&gt;chinese and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Muffins?&lt;br /&gt;taste so good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. One item on your wishlist?&lt;br /&gt;a million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where did you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Right here, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;typed these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What're you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't concern you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Your computer?&lt;br /&gt;Is so old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your life currently?&lt;br /&gt;Way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;Beyond any words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Missing?&lt;br /&gt;The old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;Some bad story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your car?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't exist now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your work?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Your summer?&lt;br /&gt;Way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Your favourite colour(s)?&lt;br /&gt;More than three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Few hours back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. School?&lt;br /&gt;Is so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-1671036512343948358?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/1671036512343948358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=1671036512343948358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1671036512343948358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1671036512343948358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/07/three-word-answers-1.html' title=''/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-2320983362636994517</id><published>2007-07-18T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T06:52:48.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A k day we shall have.</title><content type='html'>Today we talked, and today we had a K day.&lt;br /&gt;Today we walked in circle around the third floor, cause it was a K day.&lt;br /&gt;Today we did the dumbest shit and laughed about it, cause it was a bloody K day.&lt;br /&gt;Today we made a list, of all the other stupid shit we had to do, because we had a K day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learned that Kerianne is easily insulted, and absolutely retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello best friend.&lt;br /&gt;I rock more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-2320983362636994517?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/2320983362636994517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=2320983362636994517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2320983362636994517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2320983362636994517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/07/k-day-we-shall-have.html' title='A k day we shall have.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-1701629303818874708</id><published>2007-07-16T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T05:45:00.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you go,</title><content type='html'>You've got me all tied up and strung out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt to take the "I'll will understand"s and put them aside.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt to take you down from your pedestal and to put you among the reality I long lost sight of.&lt;br /&gt;In simple words, I'm better off on my own.&lt;br /&gt;I won't change you, just like you won't change yourself.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, when did my opinion start to mean something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-1701629303818874708?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/1701629303818874708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=1701629303818874708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1701629303818874708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1701629303818874708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-you-go.html' title='When you go,'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-7818323907168928365</id><published>2007-07-15T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T05:45:50.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST FRIEND.</title><content type='html'>A K day it is.&lt;br /&gt;CYCLE?&lt;br /&gt;cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SET BEST FRIEND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-7818323907168928365?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/7818323907168928365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=7818323907168928365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7818323907168928365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7818323907168928365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/07/best-friend.html' title='BEST FRIEND.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-3384936322905133568</id><published>2007-07-14T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:08:39.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow White Queen.</title><content type='html'>I wish I could paint you a picture because I don't have to right words to say this. It's calling me out again, like the very breath of life being drawn out of my body, set me in a trance and I promise to obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is getting &lt;em&gt;so old&lt;/em&gt;, I can't begin to describe.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you in my finest of dreams, my finest of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burn in my chest and the sweat on my palms feel all too familiar.The buckle of my knees and the blood on your tongue. The gurgle in the pit of my stomach, the ache in my back, the hunger over the sugar highs. There are so many reasons but not one that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;There is nothing I can give you that you'd want to take. There is nothing I could do to make you turn around and see what you've done. There is nothing that will take away the acid in your eyes, the slur of your words, the feel of your skin, the sweat of your palms, the buckle of your knees, the blood on your tongue. Sometimes in my finest of dreams I can taste you I can almost feel you. I'm almost there but I'm too far to reach. I have done too much damage at once, but too little for you to care. I am so far away from where I need to go.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby if you're gonna starve, do it right,&lt;br /&gt;do it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me superficial, but the burn in my gut is victory. The bones I feel under my skin, it's called triumph. Stop telling me to get a grip, I've gotten my grip, what have you done? How far have you gone? You've done nothing and gone no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How far will you go? Can't you see what you're doing to everyone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away please please please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-3384936322905133568?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/3384936322905133568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=3384936322905133568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3384936322905133568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3384936322905133568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/07/snow-white-queen.html' title='Snow White Queen.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-839642743700216279</id><published>2007-07-14T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T05:13:26.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hold your breath, but not too long my dear.</title><content type='html'>I am living in the past and waiting for this phase to pass, I am wandering and wondering, I am presently presenting myself to you, and I am waiting on you to wait on me. I wish I could get this right for once. I am waiting for you to say something so I could echo whatever you'd want me to. So keep it up and I swear I'll try to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream a little louder, cause it doesn't hurt yet, it just stings. I can handle whatever you throw at me, be it words or knives. I'll dodge your bullets and bite my tongue, cause you're the only one around here that matters, aren't you? And to follow is to be a fool, to stand on your own two feet is pure suicide, so what the hell are we doing? Lean on me, and I promise for no promises. Fall and take me with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your big chance, just take it and walk away. I hope you're happy, I sincerely do. I hope you'll be everything, except like me. This is where I turn to my blurred memory, and my too strong to control imagination, and this is when I hope the most. This is when I need to not need you the most. I don't need you like I need my sanity back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how you should be, beautiful. This is how I should be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone, and unquestioned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-839642743700216279?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/839642743700216279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=839642743700216279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/839642743700216279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/839642743700216279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/07/hold-your-breath-but-not-too-long-my.html' title='hold your breath, but not too long my dear.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-1819394482059053283</id><published>2007-07-13T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:11:56.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hungoverandout.</title><content type='html'>Damn,&lt;br /&gt;you hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so far&lt;br /&gt;And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-1819394482059053283?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/1819394482059053283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=1819394482059053283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1819394482059053283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1819394482059053283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/07/hungoverandout.html' title='hungoverandout.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-4404935829620669861</id><published>2007-07-10T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T06:52:20.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you always make me smile.</title><content type='html'>Congratulations, you disgust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could find the right words to describe my current mental status, then, well I would have the words, but I currently do not. Which is rather disturbing, since you know, it would be pretty good to have a word for my current status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel really, wrong on the inside. I just don't know why, something doesn't quite fit. It's making me uneasy and I can't tell you cause I can't I just can't get my mind around it. Doesn't make much sense, but then again I never make much sense anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot handle this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-4404935829620669861?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/4404935829620669861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=4404935829620669861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/4404935829620669861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/4404935829620669861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-always-make-me-smile.html' title='you always make me smile.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-7949351748280409913</id><published>2007-07-08T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T05:31:22.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and if you had the time,</title><content type='html'>I just don't know what I'm doing anymore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling disconnected, just suddenly, and not so reasonably I guess. I just feel as if I've been kicked in the stomach and all the air is just escaping from me all of a sudden. I just feel deflated and confused, with nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd stop being so quite, and stop smiling at everyone but me. If you're angry then say it, if I disgust you then tell it to my face. I wish you'd just get over yourself so I can get over myself. You keep kicking me in the damn head when I'm down, and maybe if you'd stop I'd finally be able to get up, and maybe you'd finally shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And honey,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not everyone out there is your friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-7949351748280409913?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/7949351748280409913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=7949351748280409913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7949351748280409913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7949351748280409913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-if-you-had-time.html' title='and if you had the time,'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-811221223619183926</id><published>2007-07-07T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T08:15:07.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hellogoodbyeagain.</title><content type='html'>Crashed at James' house today but before that I met Daryl (all emo-ed up?) at the Macs next to Clementi Interchange. I think he looked okay, but Louis, well yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Louis: "YOU LOOK GAAAAY!"&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was fun, the usual indescribable organized mess off a day. I really really enjoy the time I spend with Akat. I learn so many things, like the fact that Louis is afraid of applying eyeliner (don't ask), and that Ian likes cam whoring on my phone. 9 pictures and counting, fascinating I know. After going to James' house I was sent home (thanks) and the guys headed off to LAN. So I guess that's why I'm here now,  blogging. Whatever, the things I do for minimal entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's one small shout out because it feels so oh-so necessary (and you should know who you are cause I think you'd rather names not be mentioned?);&lt;br /&gt;I know it's sad, and you can be sad. It's hard, and I know it'll be hard. But we'll all miss you. I know I can't compare to James cause he's known you for pracitcally an eternity. But, you're probably one of the coolest guys I know. A good bro and a good friend, and we'll all keep in touch one way or another. Yeah, probably one of the closest and coolest guys I know, and it really sucks to have to see you not be around. I know I haven't known you for as long as the others have but you've become really close really fast, and it really does hurt to see you go. But yeah, I'll miss you and we'll all miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, had to get that out of my head one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I still get that tugging feeling at the back of my head, reminding me that it's still there. That you're so much more beautiful in the dark. That your skin was so warm cause it felt so familiar. That you're such a bloody fake. And that I'm so bloody blind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-811221223619183926?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/811221223619183926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=811221223619183926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/811221223619183926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/811221223619183926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/07/hellogoodbyeagain.html' title='hellogoodbyeagain.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-6152319308092919539</id><published>2007-07-06T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T06:16:54.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd love to.</title><content type='html'>So, this school week has been everything but enjoyable. I mean, I'm happy I'm back with FONG and my classmates, but I don't get why this term feels so slow, I really hate it. This just really doesn't feel like my term at all. I even got caught by Mr. Ow for my cartilage piercing. Gosh damn what is happening to me? AMATEUR MISTAKE. It was so embarrassing, I mean, I never get in trouble, what the HELL is wrong with me, GOD. So now, I'm practically on edge with the comments I have yet to get on my shoes. But I'm almost too aggravated to care right now. I don't get the extremely uncalled for rules. I can understand some rules, but I just think school's way too ridiculous with some rules. School is hell in disguise, I just count the seconds till the school bell rings. Maybe it's because there's no more Lit left to look forward too. Gosh, school sucks. Okay, so this week, this really really long week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched talent time in the auditorium, it was quite cool. Okay, I'm not saying I can sing really well but the Sec 1s were really really, something else. I know I sound so mean but what the hell were they doing? There was one guy who was singing into like no where, and his friend with the mike had to do everything. But Ian's band was cool, Isaac's a good lead singer, and Alif was way way way too awesome to describe. He had his whole thing going on with his mad guitarist skills. Ian's bass was cool, and he sang some parts too so yeah, haha multi talented man, and the drummer was cool too. Anyway, we checked out "Transformers" after the gig and it was really good. It's funny, and Shia was smooth, real smooth. After that grabbed dinner and headed home. So yeah, highlight of my week? I guess you could say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I'm feeling pretty dazed. I'm not extremely happy, but I guess I'm not sad either. Whatever the hell that's supposed to mean. I don't get why I'm talking about my emotional state, stupid stupid. But whatever, for once I can proudly say I'm pretty damn indifferent feeling right now, and it feels good. As of now, and for now, I shall not ask anything of life, and I shall not expect anything from life. It's pretty stupid sounding, but my expectations always get the better of me, and maybe if I didn't have so many expectations, well, you get what I mean right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my life expectancy is shortening, ohsavemenow. I could scream just thinking about Monday coming up. Monday means band, band means a whole lot of "Where the hell have you been?!" I just hope I don't get any bookings, I could faint at the thought. I am seriously going to have to re-think my whole system of functioning. I'm too lazy to go to band, but I'm too paranoid not to care. I wish I'd just make up my damn mind. What the hell am I going to do with myself? Don't remind me about Tuesday because I'll have to stay back for, you guessed it, Chinese remedial. There has to be a bright side to this, I just really, really can't think of one right now. There is no bright side to chinese, what the hell am I saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh, you're killing me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-6152319308092919539?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/6152319308092919539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=6152319308092919539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6152319308092919539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6152319308092919539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/07/id-love-to.html' title='I&apos;d love to.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-666550569295848797</id><published>2007-07-04T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:01:12.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>genius is accidental in my case.</title><content type='html'>This is so wrong, this shouldn't be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your concern is soft and silent, it's nice, but it's too tempting to pursue. This shouldn't be happening because I'm merely not allowed to, am I? No I'm not. I can't and I shouldn't. This is wrong Kathleen, and you should know better than to be like this. You're going to have to toughen up and block it out. You can't think like this, it's wrong, it's wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in sick today, and the Poly clinic smelt of old people and death. So I read my book till my neck ached and my head gave way. So I guess I'm feeling a little better than I did last night, I had my tiny freak out session on the way back, but I'm fine now. I've been feeling quite okay lately, but there's just some really bad feeling I have, and here goes my paranoia, but I should end this feeling before it becomes more than just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do so many things at once.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get away, I want to take you with me. I want to tell my conscience to pipe down so I could get over myself for once. I want to tell you how your concern is starting to eat me inside out. I want to get out of school and get a life, I want to Do Something, real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-666550569295848797?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/666550569295848797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=666550569295848797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/666550569295848797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/666550569295848797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/07/genius-is-accidental-in-my-case.html' title='genius is accidental in my case.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-5036394958530832224</id><published>2007-06-29T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T05:36:50.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and you promised you wouldn't go.</title><content type='html'>MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, we all go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;Mama, we all go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this letter and wishing you well,&lt;br /&gt;Mama, we all go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, now,&lt;br /&gt;Mama, we're all gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;Mama, we're all gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry,&lt;br /&gt;Mama, we're all gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we go don't blame us, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;You made us, oh, so famous.&lt;br /&gt;We'll never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;And when you go don't return to me my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, we're all full of lies.&lt;br /&gt;Mama, we're meant for the flies.&lt;br /&gt;And right now they're building a coffin your size,&lt;br /&gt;Mama, we're all full of lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue,&lt;br /&gt;You should've raised a baby girl,&lt;br /&gt;I should've been a better son.&lt;br /&gt;If you could coddle the infection&lt;br /&gt;They can amputate at once.&lt;br /&gt;You should've been,&lt;br /&gt;I could have been a better son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we go don't blame us, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;You made us, oh, so famous.&lt;br /&gt;We'll never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: "You ain't no son of mine&lt;br /&gt;For what you've done they're gonna find&lt;br /&gt;A place for you&lt;br /&gt;And just you mind your manners when you go.&lt;br /&gt;And when you go, don't return to me, my love."&lt;br /&gt;That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, we all go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;Mama, we all go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;It's really quite pleasant&lt;br /&gt;Except for the smell,&lt;br /&gt;Mama, we all go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - 3 - 4&lt;br /&gt;Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhh!&lt;br /&gt;Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Liza Minelli:] And if you would call me your sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;I'd maybe then sing you a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Gerard Way:] But there's shit that I've done with this fuck of a gun,&lt;br /&gt;You would cry out your eyes all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're damned after all.&lt;br /&gt;Through fortune and flame we fall.&lt;br /&gt;And if you can stay then I'll show you the way,&lt;br /&gt;To return from the ashes you call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all carry on (We all carry on)&lt;br /&gt;When our brothers in arms are gone (When our brothers in arms are gone)&lt;br /&gt;So raise your glass high&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow we die,&lt;br /&gt;And return from the ashes you call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-5036394958530832224?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/5036394958530832224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=5036394958530832224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5036394958530832224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/5036394958530832224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-you-promised-you-wouldnt-go.html' title='and you promised you wouldn&apos;t go.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-8296119995868801905</id><published>2007-06-28T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T03:18:05.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>babe, did you get what you deserve?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Your words are violent,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if you like, I could get just as violent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we'd start living our own lives and stop talking about everyone else's. If you have something to say, then say it to my face. I can't promise I'll understand, but I can promise that my reaction would be better if you said it straight up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been so painful in many different ways. As usual, there are the highs then the lows. I can't find the energy to smile right now, it'a not that I'm sad and emo or whatever you would imagine. It's that I truly can't find the energy to do it. And it probably sounds so childish that here I go, complaining about this and that "Oh how will I ever go on?" I probably won't last, I just don't believe I've been built to survive in this, lifestyle. I don't know, I guess I'm just not cut out for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wish you'd stop thinking you get it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You hardly ever will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-8296119995868801905?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/8296119995868801905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=8296119995868801905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/8296119995868801905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/8296119995868801905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/06/babe-did-you-get-what-you-deserve.html' title='babe, did you get what you deserve?'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-1044288273210186200</id><published>2007-06-26T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T06:43:37.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're a cheap trick</title><content type='html'>I've slacked way too much, now is game on and no side tracking this time. I mean, how could I possibly afford to? I feel horrid. Anyway, I better go off, just a uh, post to let you know I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-1044288273210186200?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/1044288273210186200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=1044288273210186200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1044288273210186200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1044288273210186200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/06/youre-cheap-trick.html' title='you&apos;re a cheap trick'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-173524938974237134</id><published>2007-06-25T05:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T05:21:30.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keep me.</title><content type='html'>I can't really hold it in much longer so I'll just say it now.&lt;br /&gt;You know that sinking feeling you get when you think about something, it's kinda like a flashback. Just in the bad/good sense. I mean, it was good in the past, but cause of circumstances now, it just makes your heart sink and the bile rise. It just keeps happening, and you know you can't stop it. I just wish I could, and for so long I believed I had complete control of my mind, body and soul, whatever, but apparently I'm not as in control as I thought I was. But whatever, I just want to stop thinking for a moment, this is getting frustrating and pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're such a waste,&lt;br /&gt;such a beautiful waste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-173524938974237134?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/173524938974237134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=173524938974237134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/173524938974237134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/173524938974237134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/06/keep-me.html' title='keep me.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-6830872181350295890</id><published>2007-06-25T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T02:08:09.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HI IM IAN</title><content type='html'>KATHLEEN IS COOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-6830872181350295890?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/6830872181350295890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=6830872181350295890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6830872181350295890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/6830872181350295890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/06/hi-im-ian.html' title='HI IM IAN'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-1915480698248922076</id><published>2007-06-23T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T00:55:51.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're running out of places.</title><content type='html'>From Dashboard to MCR it's a big jump but they seem to put me in some sort of trance. The kind that could send you into some deep thought. Whatever, I just need to think for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as the official last day of holidays, it's a pretty okay one I guess. I don't think going all out mad and partying will help with the next day. I mean, I've got my alarm set to 5.15 am, so someone please shoot me. I guess it'll be good to get back to school, get back in work mode. I'm afraid the holidays might have set me in slack mode. That's the hardest mode to get into. But I have to admit, when I get in work mode I have to keep it going really consistently or I'll drop slowly. Gosh, talk about will power. I mean, I'm feeling pretty damn lazy now a days and it's frustrating. I just have to remind myself that if I want a good scholarship anywhere, doing what I'm doing right now isn't going to get me anywhere but Ngee Ann Poly maybe. I mean, I do want to do Mass Com, but if I could get out of Singapore and do that somewhere else, that would be awesome. On this serious note, I probably should be packing my empty bag right now. Which means I'll get to it when I think I can stand to. So I better get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-1915480698248922076?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/1915480698248922076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=1915480698248922076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1915480698248922076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/1915480698248922076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/06/youre-running-out-of-places.html' title='you&apos;re running out of places.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-7673613159418774851</id><published>2007-06-23T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T08:50:44.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stolen.</title><content type='html'>I like Dashboard Confessional, but I've never liked them as much I (suddenly) do now. I'm not sure why, it just, happened. I think I've had my fair share of Indie and rock. Though Dashboard is rock, but it's the softer gentle kind. Maybe that's just what I need, something to set me at ease for a little while. I guess this holiday I've been anxious to get at somewhere and do something and shake things up a little, maybe I got what I asked for, maybe I didn't, I'm not exactly sure. I guess it's those times when you ask for something so much and you kinda lose sight of what exactly it is you want. I'm not sure if that's good or bad yet, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, went out today, again. Met Daryl and James at Jurong East interchange and dropped off my 6 library books. Haha, shocker. Anyway, after I dropped off my books we went over to Bugis to walk around and they played this really gay arcade game with over sized bugs, and James was the girl. Uh, after that we went to PS and I got a necklace? With the same pendant colour thingy as Daryl's haha. After that, I got treated to dinner by Daryl (thanks) and I'm starting to feel like a major free loader. Haha, but yeah. They banished my PMS so thanks again. Anyway, we went to lan with Ian and Jon. Which was fun, weird, but fun. Anyway, I got sent home again (thanks you, again) and yeah, I guess you could say I'm happy with pretty much what I got. Haha, they're cool, and I'm happy so yeah. I have no problems as of right now, except for the fact that school is starting but there's nothing I can do about that so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-7673613159418774851?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/7673613159418774851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=7673613159418774851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7673613159418774851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/7673613159418774851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/06/stolen.html' title='stolen.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-2197032038732524548</id><published>2007-06-22T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T22:39:26.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're like a shot to the head.</title><content type='html'>I think the PMS is kicking in right about now. Though I think the timing is really off. But whatever, I know PMS when I feel it, and believe me this is major PMS. I feel like screaming, a lot, at no one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't get much sleep, which could explain a lot. But I really doubt sleep has much to do with this PMS invasion or whatever this is. I just feel really strung out all of a sudden, really really strung out. It's very frustrating, I probably shouldn't disrupt the happy posts flow but damn, I feel like kicking the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, school sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-2197032038732524548?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/2197032038732524548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=2197032038732524548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2197032038732524548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/2197032038732524548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/06/youre-like-shot-to-head.html' title='you&apos;re like a shot to the head.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-121605675835167972</id><published>2007-06-22T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:20:36.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a change of scene</title><content type='html'>Changed the layout cause I guess change felt needed? Whatever. I'll post later, just wanted to explain the layout change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxoo&lt;br /&gt;Kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-121605675835167972?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/121605675835167972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=121605675835167972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/121605675835167972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/121605675835167972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/06/change-of-scene.html' title='a change of scene'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-58015840234414643</id><published>2007-06-22T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T08:49:04.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like where we are.</title><content type='html'>This is a detailed post because some people think I don't post about them long enough, be pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8+ in the morning because of Kerianne's wake up call, thanks Kerianne, thanks a lot. Anyway, I took a shower and met Kerianne for breakfast at KAP. She revealed her "extremely important issue" and now, I just really want to slap her. Yes Kerianne, I'm jealous, I said it. Uh, after the hotcakes we bought a jumbo bottle of blueberry tea just to try it out. I'm still a peach tea person, but whatever. After that we headed over to Bukit Timah Plaza and hung out, played truth or dare for a while and got on the subject of supermodels and then we forgot to do our dares, thank god. Walked over to Toh Yi to top up my Ez-link card and got on 173 while Kerianne cabbed back to her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of scene, be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked on the phone with Keri till James, Daryl and Louis showed up. We headed to Westmall to, actually I'm not sure what we did there. Oh yeah, we went to the library, and Daryl gave me fashion advice. (Yes I want to tear my hair out too) Then we headed back to Bukit Timah Plaza to LAN till 6, I like CS. But I don't like war craft because I'm really bad at it, it's almost amusing. After a while I logged into my MSN account and James, Daryl and Louis ganged up on Zane and insulted him. Fun to watch, really funny. Anyway, getting back on track, uh, we headed over to KAP to eat dinner, which was really embarrassing because they threw stuff all over the place and threw ice up and down, it was just a danger zone in general. Oh, and while Louis was gone, Daryl and James messed with his drink and he liked it. I know, it's really weird but, oh well. Oh and this is the interesting part, they came over. I know, what the hell? Yeah, well at least I know my parents don't care about it. So uh, they messed around on my MSN account and Daryl whined about how I looked like a guy in my PJ's. I mean, who sleeps in a skirt? Seriously? What world do you live in!?!? Damn, I wanted to slap him. But of course I didn't, I don't slap people, it's against my well mannered nature. Anyway, yeah, it was fun, retarded (and whiny) but fun. Seriously, the whining was unbelievable. You don't critique people's sleeping clothes! It's for sleep, not a fashion show. Haha, but whatever, I think I'm starting to get used to his whining. So uh, yeah, I probably should go sleep now, and take off my contacts. So yeah, today was fun, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Daryl is very nice he doesn't whine, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-58015840234414643?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/58015840234414643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=58015840234414643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/58015840234414643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/58015840234414643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-like-where-we-are.html' title='I like where we are.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-8357090384495732370</id><published>2007-06-21T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T08:04:04.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hellogoodbye</title><content type='html'>Okay so the ccckrew sleepover was pretty damn awesome. Charmaine and Cara are really dangerous, really really dangerous. We slept from 3 - 8, well I woke up at 8, they lazed for a really long time. But the night/day before was awesome, truly. The junk food, and the random dancing, and the sex tapes, and the music videos, it's just amazing we didn't pass out from exhaustion. We were way too hyped up I guess, well, the sugar must have done something. Sugar highs are awesome, in some really weird high kinda way. Anyway, the day after the crazy frantic morning/night we were all extremely drained. We just ate and lazed around with each other. I headed off with Charmaine the earliest cause I had to meet James and Daryl at Clementi and she was frantic to get home on time. I left my toothbrush at Lottey's house, damn I feel like an absolute tard.&lt;br /&gt;So after Charmaine and I parted ways at Yew Tee MRT, I met James and Daryl at Clementi's Macs. They sat near a mirror, how shocking. Anyway, we headed to Vivo to eat ice-cream. Haha, Daryl's treat, don't ask me, I just enjoy free stuff. Anyway, it was quite funny just hanging around them, they're amusing. We went to picture house to lan for a while, haha I suck at dota, but I'm not bad at CS. I killed James a few times, I'm proud of that. Oh yeah, they finally think I'm a lady cause they got me to wear a skirt. Shocking but true, I wore a skirt, damn. Anyway, after LAN they sent me home, it was really weird. We got on 106 and talked about absolute crap till we reached my stop, then we walked all the way to my house, well not really, they had to stay at the lift. But they made so much noise, damn. Anyway, they're pretty okay for guys, haha. Okay, I'm exhausted, I think I'm getting a headache. I can feel it creeping around in my skull, anyway, how fun fun fun this has been for me, school starts and I guess this has been a pretty damn good holiday. So yeah, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. hellogoodbye rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-8357090384495732370?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/8357090384495732370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=8357090384495732370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/8357090384495732370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/8357090384495732370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/06/hellogoodbye.html' title='hellogoodbye'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-3184817612183960619</id><published>2007-06-18T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T06:01:38.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchin'</title><content type='html'>I want to learn the bass. It's so loooow and sexy, haha. The guitar too, but I think bass sounds sexier, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CCCKREW sleepover is in less than 24 hours, and I'm too excited to think. Sugar highs here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so yesterday, I think I joined a clan with 6 horny guys. Way to go me. Anyway, I watched Fantastic 4 yesterday, it was soooo corny. I mean, even the death scenes couldn't be taken seriously, I'm not the sadistic type, but I laughed. Can you blame me? I mean, Invisible woman's eyes were all screwed up, what the hell happened to her eyes? They look glassy and fake. The only thing about the movie that kept me going was Chris Evans (the human torch) oh man, he was hot. Pun not intended. But in all seriousness, I am in major lust with Chris Evans. Oh and the Silver Surfer was cool, with his "I shall sacrifice myself for you planet" thing going on. And he was shiny, very shiny. But I still favour Chris Evans, and the towel scene, oh yeah, hot. Haha, but I have to admit, Chris Evans' voice isn't much compared to Alex Turner's. MMM, nice. Anyway, after the movie, Daryl, James, Louis and I got into this cab, and since I'm a girl I had to sit infront, but the moment I sat infront, I became a guy? EXPLAIN THAT MAN, EXPLAIN THAT. And it's not that I want to sit with James and Louis, oh please man, I'd rather scream till I bleed internally? Haha, scary. But it was fun, yes yes, I said it. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Haha, they're actually quite cool. Except when they wave at Indian guys in trucks, that's just really weird. But overall, they're pretty cool, but I'm hot haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to pack for the sleepover, I better make a list on the &lt;a href="http://www.theccckrew.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.theccckrew.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; hopefully no one forgets anything important like, PADS. Haha, Hi Cara! I like kotex, she likes Laurier, Charmaine like Laurier/whisper/sofy BUT NOT KOTEX (I DON'T KNOW WHY!) and Charlotte uses whisper. I want to try whisper, someone told me it's the best of all the pads in the land. Haha, damn. So yeah, fun awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;KATH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-3184817612183960619?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/3184817612183960619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=3184817612183960619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3184817612183960619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3184817612183960619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/06/bitchin.html' title='bitchin&apos;'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-746743076192735252</id><published>2007-06-16T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T06:27:03.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Familiarity</title><content type='html'>Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you&lt;br /&gt;And what it is that surprises me, is that I don't really want you too&lt;br /&gt;And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)&lt;br /&gt;Over you're an explosion (you're dynamite)&lt;br /&gt;Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand&lt;br /&gt;Lighting the fuse might result in a b-b-b-bang-go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet that you look good on the dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you're looking for romance or&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;I said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984&lt;br /&gt;From 1984!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd stop ignoring me, because it's sending me to despair&lt;br /&gt;Without a sound 'yeh' your calling me, and I don't think it's very fair&lt;br /&gt;That your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)&lt;br /&gt;Oh your an explosion (you're dynamite)&lt;br /&gt;Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand&lt;br /&gt;Lighting the fuse might result in a b-b-b-bang-go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet that you look good on the dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you're looking for romance or&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;I said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984&lt;br /&gt;From 1984!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there ain't no love no,no Montague's or Capulets&lt;br /&gt;Just banging tunes in DJ sets and&lt;br /&gt;Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet that you look good on the dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you're looking for romance or&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you're looking for&lt;br /&gt;I said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor&lt;br /&gt;Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984&lt;br /&gt;From 1984!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And some how this scene feels so familiar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-746743076192735252?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/746743076192735252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=746743076192735252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/746743076192735252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/746743076192735252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/06/familiarity.html' title='Familiarity'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-625510929145045308</id><published>2007-06-16T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T05:39:39.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>glasses of white whine.</title><content type='html'>I've gotten myself re-hooked on The Arctic Monkeys. It's amazing how they never cease to make me want to dance. And I'm not one to dance, mind you. But I love "I bet you look good on the dance floor" it really really makes me want to dance. And since I can't dance, I sway in my chair and bob my head to the beat. It's all because of Alex Turner's sexy voice, don't even try to argue about that. Anyway, today's father's day. So a big shout out to dads, be good you hear? Anyway, I went to orchard today, returned with a guess what? A skirt. I know it's mildly shocking, but at the same time, some of you must be thinking "Well, finally." Well, yes, finally has come. Do not ask me how or why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, something weird happened today. I forgot to take my glucose in the morning, which made me feel 1) cold and 2)bitchy. Seeing as today was father's day (Hi dad), we went out to have a dad's day out. Which meant having extremely unhealthy food and going to the bookstore. So, we ate artery clogging foods and went our seperate ways. My brother and dad went to read while my mum and I walked around Wisma Atria. Yes, I hang out with my parents, shut up. My mother, bless her soul, is the slowest thing to ever move this century. So while she was in the toilet for (and eternity) I waited outside, away from the frantic women adjusting their makeup. Anyway, the girl's rest room's exit faced the Gents, and there was this guy drying his hand with the air dryers (I love those) staring at me, probably because I looked like death (no I do not bite, in public). So my mum, after what felt like hours waiting for her, came out of the ladies' and walked off with me following her. But somehow I kept staring at that guy and he seemed to stare back and I walked into some really small little boy who's head reached my hip, or waist. I love kids, but whatever. By far, that's the weirdest thing that's happened to me in a while. And I have this weird feeling in my gut, I'm not sure why, because of that tiny little incident. And something's telling me "Kathleen, you're so rude." But I'm not quite sure why that is. Anyway, Happy Father's day and Uh, feed your pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-625510929145045308?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/625510929145045308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=625510929145045308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/625510929145045308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/625510929145045308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/06/glasses-of-white-whine.html' title='glasses of white whine.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27719366.post-3255789970028150069</id><published>2007-06-14T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:27:04.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inside.</title><content type='html'>So it's raining, and I guess it sets the mood, sort of, for the day. Maybe it's a sleepy mood, or a sad stay-at-home mood, whatever. I'm heading off to Kino book store to check out some books. I'm pretty sure that you're not surprised anymore. I mean, people get used to those kinds of things I guess. Even though I still get comments like "Why? It's so BORING don't you think?" No I don't think it's boring, duh, then why would I read if it was boring? Geez. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked out &lt;a href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.xiaxue.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; today, it's well, I wouldn't say it's bad, cause we all have different ideas of things, right? Right. But I don't get what's the huge hype about her. I mean, she's another girl, blogging about her everyday stuff, except maybe she's more sexed up and "glamorous", and she gets paid for that? Right. I have to admit, I did laugh once or twice. I know I know, don't start pelting me with stones just yet. But she's funny, I mean, she can be. I just don't get what the hype's all about, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got another urge coming up, and I think this might be one of the best ones yet. Of course, I'm not going to say anything just yet, you know. Not to jinx it and stuff, we wouldn't want that happening, now would we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are ending and though they have been filled with lazy days in and crazy days out, I have to say I'm going to miss the holidays. I mean, I didn't get to rest really, but who really rests? We're teens for crying out loud. Do we look like we want to REST? If you'd ask me I'd much rather party till my head spins. That should be the way. Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed the holidays, it's nearing the last and final week, so yeah. We better get started on that holiday homework, eh? Haha, good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Kath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27719366-3255789970028150069?l=changeyourways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/feeds/3255789970028150069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27719366&amp;postID=3255789970028150069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3255789970028150069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27719366/posts/default/3255789970028150069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://changeyourways.blogspot.com/2007/06/inside.html' title='inside.'/><author><name>KatRahCharmsLots.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05265541450794520696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
