<?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-5024584</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:02:45.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=ï+ m?kê§ ?? ??fFë®ê?c? +? ü d?ë§ ït=~</title><subtitle type='html'>dërës n? sënsë ïn tëllïn më ë wïsd?m ?f ? f??l w?nt sët ü frëë.büt thts ë w?y tht ït g?ës n w?t n?b?dy n?es n ëvryd?y my c?nfüsï?n gr?ws. ëvrytink's s? blürry n ëvry1's s? f?kë n ëvryb?dy's s? ëmpty n ëvrytïnk ïs s? mëssëd üp
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blürry?püddlë?fmüd</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-113800436410256964</id><published>2006-01-23T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T16:19:24.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been MIA-ing quite alot these days...e onli place i can be found is in skool and home..had reunion dinner two nites in a row.. sat n sunday..was glad i went..cuz i havnt seen some of my cousins n uncle n aunt in so long..had a nice time  catching up..but cldnt make it to MOS in e end..SORRY ANGELINE DEBRA BONG !! :(tink evryone will hate me for disappearing nowadays..cant reali help it..wish i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/113800436410256964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=113800436410256964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/113800436410256964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/113800436410256964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2006/01/been-mia-ing-quite-alot-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-110425074901145165</id><published>2004-12-29T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T00:19:09.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changing blog</title><summary type='text'>im changing my blog...adding a password ... so if ur e least bit interested in knowing it juz lemme noe...tis will be my last public blog entry..~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/110425074901145165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=110425074901145165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110425074901145165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110425074901145165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/12/changing-blog.html' title='changing blog'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-110425036391867916</id><published>2004-12-28T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T00:12:43.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate myself being a radio...talking too much.. i've said all thts contained in my heart..regret sprouting it all out...guess it was juz kept in me for too long atime..bursting to be revealed..but ever since i poured my heart out i realised i shldnt have...it now makes me feel even more vulnerable..feel even more insecure.. if onli i kept to myself..i hate myself for talking to much..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/110425036391867916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=110425036391867916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110425036391867916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110425036391867916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-hate-myself-being-radio.html' title=''/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-110408609384800517</id><published>2004-12-27T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T02:39:35.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad...</title><summary type='text'>the worse hit earthquake in a hundred years...killed so many ppl...tens of thousands of people lost their lives..lost their love ones...frenz n family... so sad...God bless e people...~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/110408609384800517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=110408609384800517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110408609384800517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110408609384800517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/12/sad.html' title='sad...'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-110399652477642306</id><published>2004-12-26T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T01:42:04.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><summary type='text'>been home for quite some time now.its past one.which means tht christmas '04 is gone for more than an hr..presents i received have yet to be opened. for now i juz dunt feel like finding out wat my frenz gave to me.does the gift tht they give come to show how much you mean to them?frenz come and go. how long will they reali stay around?onli when u need them? or onli when they're in need?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/110399652477642306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=110399652477642306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110399652477642306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110399652477642306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/12/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-110364572494288143</id><published>2004-12-22T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T01:52:50.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was like a long dream..a reali long dream dere..n now we.re zapped into reality..all over again to face wats more real..but yet sth we do not yearn..tink of the good memoriesprecisely bcuz they left me such beautiful memories tht made me all e more saddened...think of it tis way..they're e ppl whom we barely noe for 2 weeks..yet they left such an impact on us..wat abt the people </summary><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-110363335984929256</id><published>2004-12-21T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T20:49:19.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas</title><summary type='text'>christmas is coming...its my fav time of e yr..went xmas shoppin today....reali bought alot of things...bought till i cant carry anymore..but i have so much more to buy.. argh...so lil time...im goin to go broke...spent soo much today...i sure hope all im doin is worth it..but at least i enjoy it.. shoppin is so fun...its e joy of giving i guess... haha..gave out e first gift for my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/110363335984929256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>i saved four!!</title><summary type='text'>i brought FOUR to CHRIST!!God is Good !All the time!~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/110342657059145610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=110342657059145610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110342657059145610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110342657059145610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-saved-four.html' title='i saved four!!'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-110339715251788156</id><published>2004-12-19T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T13:09:40.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back</title><summary type='text'>im finally back...back frm china hunan changsha zhuzhou yanlin..2 weeks went by just like tht.seems like all that happened e past 2 weeks was a dream..a very very long dream...and now i am zapped back into reality...it was reali a fruitful trip.tis trip had reali widened my scope n perspective of many things and of many people...of others n of myself.and now im back home in my own room.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/110339715251788156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>sick</title><summary type='text'>fell sick..wat crap...38.5 degrees..i hate myself..so weak n useless...sure hope i get well soon...there are so many things i need to do...im leaving for china mission trip on sunday early morning..sure hope all goes well..i need sleep...~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/110198421705319735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=110198421705319735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110198421705319735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110198421705319735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/12/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-110198475294565711</id><published>2004-12-01T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T18:52:32.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>went out everyday...</title><summary type='text'>went out everyday...all e time...havnt been home in ages..watched skool of seduction with xiu..took neoprints too..its been ages since i last took those..bought my prom dress wid mum..its okay i guess..hope i dun look too bad in it..had tis performance at BBheadquarters..danced joyful joyful!..for some PRCs..it was super fun..~!!~tas</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-110169609529006114</id><published>2004-11-29T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T10:41:35.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its fine wid me..</title><summary type='text'>its fine wid me..leave it e way u want it..some things shld be left unsaid.~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/110169609529006114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=110169609529006114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110169609529006114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110169609529006114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-fine-wid-me.html' title='its fine wid me..'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-110169577098812967</id><published>2004-11-29T06:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T10:36:10.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired...</title><summary type='text'>i feel so tired.....tried doing some special xmas presents for some of my frenz cuz im afraid by e time i come back frm china dun have enough time to finish...but i realiised its reali not an easy task...stayed up last nite to do it...didnt slp much ...now im so tired...but gotta go out soon...wats more my legs are aching...tink im getting old...learnt 2 new dance yest n e day before....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/110169577098812967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=110169577098812967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110169577098812967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110169577098812967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/11/tired.html' title='tired...'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-110165712356877588</id><published>2004-11-28T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T23:52:52.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom</title><summary type='text'>Prom Grad nite at Grand Copthorne waterfront Hotel coming up...mission trip to china hunan zhuzhou yanlin frm 5 to 18...soon too..christmas soon....arh....so many things.....haiz...im goin back to do my xmas stuff..n my xmas presents....~tas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/110165712356877588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=110165712356877588' title='0 Comments'/><link 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been waiting for tis day...n it finally here !!!thankew so much for all those who have been encouraging me n studying wif me these pass few long long months...i reali appreciate it..i've come to see those who reali cared for me..i felt it deep down inside...will never forget u guys...wat we went thru together...its kept all in my heart.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/110134554695492294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=110134554695492294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110134554695492294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110134554695492294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-finally-over.html' title='its finally over !!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-110102538143538384</id><published>2004-11-21T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T16:33:25.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams</title><summary type='text'>THREE MORE DAYS!.FIVE MORE PAPERS TO GO!~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/110102538143538384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=110102538143538384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110102538143538384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110102538143538384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/11/exams.html' title='exams'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-110068508257388246</id><published>2004-11-17T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T17:54:03.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>econs</title><summary type='text'>i seldom blog abt my exams..i noe tis is pointless too..wont help in any way...but im still gonna blog anyway...juz ta get it off my chest...i feel terribly horribly disappointed in myself...tis is e worse exam i have taken in my life so far...duno why but i felt myself panicking during e paper..n my hands were like shivering...my mind's a blank..WHY???never felt so terrible aft an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/110068508257388246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=110068508257388246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110068508257388246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110068508257388246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/11/econs.html' title='econs'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-110052096689942845</id><published>2004-11-15T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T20:25:01.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday xiujuan!!!</title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAYXIUJUAN!!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/110052096689942845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=110052096689942845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110052096689942845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110052096689942845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-birthday-xiujuan.html' title='happy birthday xiujuan!!!'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-110050065067062323</id><published>2004-11-15T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T14:37:30.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i juz gotta let it alll out....or i'll explode...!i hate it when she does tis..or shld i say when i find out tht she's being so 'irresponsible'..buying things for us doesnt necessarily make it less wrong..she's juz trying to make herself feel less guilty..it makes me boil..sths wat she does makes me doubly mad..all her lies n all...her pretence...wat shld i do..??i almost on e verge </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/110050065067062323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=110050065067062323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110050065067062323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110050065067062323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-juz-gotta-let-it-alll-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-110040917591046100</id><published>2004-11-14T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T13:12:55.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate being affected...affected by e things tht happen to me n ard me..i know im stubborn, obstinate, adamant, headstrong.. wateva.. u name it...cant std it when it bothers me so much i cant seem to concentrate on studying..esp since A's is soo impt..i've lost all sense of urgency...wish i can be nonchalant abt all these..careless abt all these... be oblivious to all tht... or juz feel </summary><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-110036080632777852</id><published>2004-11-13T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T23:46:46.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im goin' crazy...</title><summary type='text'>im goin' crazy...been having reali bad cramps..and a horrendously horrible attitude problem these days...tink its e A"s....it gonna be over in like 17 days?arh..........~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/110036080632777852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=110036080632777852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/110036080632777852'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109975016262634964</id><published>2004-11-06T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T22:09:22.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me myself n i..</title><summary type='text'>juz left with me myself n i...got a present today..a new handfone pouch... !gonna change fone too...great its a new set...anw..was on e bus tis morning wid my friend..was talking laughing n playing...rite at e last long row of e bus..there was tis sling thing tht i dint want...so we were throwing it at each other..throw here throw dere...both of us dint wanta throw it away..then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109975016262634964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109975016262634964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109975016262634964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109975016262634964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/11/me-myself-n-i_109975016262634964.html' title='me myself n i..'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109940032545042904</id><published>2004-11-02T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T22:14:11.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointed</title><summary type='text'>reali disappointed today...so many things happened...argh.. bought a shirt for my lil brother..but e saddest thing is tht he dint like it..guess its juz abt e first few things tht i bought him tht he said was not nice..im terribly sad....well..but im also glad for e special pepz of my day.....thx for e cheese cake xin! n for coming all e way down to HF...its a long way i noe..n i truly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109940032545042904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109940032545042904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109940032545042904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109940032545042904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/11/disappointed.html' title='disappointed'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109932161254800887</id><published>2004-11-01T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T23:06:52.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many things...</title><summary type='text'>got so many things to blog...firstly my comm crashed on me..cant use internet..but luckily i managed to get it back like almost immediately..e next day actualli..wasnt too bad..anw...bought a new luggage for my china trip e other day...its in a super hot red!!looks reali cool..i love it!n mum  got me DkNy perfume too...!its my fav !!wanted to get tis pair of gloves...it looks damn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109932161254800887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109932161254800887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109932161254800887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109932161254800887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-many-things.html' title='so many things...'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109919753265143128</id><published>2004-10-31T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T12:38:52.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frenz</title><summary type='text'>I need to know if you’re my true friend, will you be by my side until the end? Can I tell you my secrets deep, and trust them in your heart you’ll keep? We are neither of us without our flaws, can you accept mine as I will yours? I’ll be a shoulder to cry on when you’re blue, will you be there for me when I need you? No matter how busy I will make time for you, if you are busy will you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109919753265143128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109919753265143128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109919753265143128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109919753265143128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/10/frenz.html' title='frenz'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109879642592800795</id><published>2004-10-26T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T21:13:45.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superly touched!</title><summary type='text'>i was so superly touched by xiu's awfully sweet gesture today...she cabbed down juzta brought me hot food...(oso cuz she was lazy n it was drizzling at her place..)well though she claimed tht i "asked"(more like forced) her to...but well she did it on her own accord...haha...but seriously it was realy sweet of her...though she kept ranting on n on abt e cab-fare...no one did anytink so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109879642592800795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109879642592800795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109879642592800795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109879642592800795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/10/superly-touched.html' title='superly touched!'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109871086357902012</id><published>2004-10-25T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T21:27:43.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i give up</title><summary type='text'>i give upi give upi give upi give upi give up~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109871086357902012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109871086357902012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109871086357902012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109871086357902012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-give-up.html' title='i give up'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109861121733815294</id><published>2004-10-24T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T17:52:44.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><summary type='text'>officially sick n stuck in bed..never slept so much as i ever did today....literally been slping since yest nite...totally lost my voice.cant speak to anybody.down wid fever..its crazy.~tas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109861121733815294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109861121733815294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109861121733815294'/><link 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take it..its inherently harping on my mind...not tht i want to..but i cant help worrying..talked to some frenz n hav been talking abt e meaning of life besides studyin..guess its much easy to talk abt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109854677975297468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109854677975297468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109854677975297468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109854677975297468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/10/missions.html' title='missions..'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109854614156536636</id><published>2004-10-23T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T23:42:21.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alter bridge</title><summary type='text'>Alter BridgeOpen Your EyesLooking back I clearly seeWhat it is that’s killing meThrough the eyes of one I knowI see a vision once let goI had it all Constantly it burdens meHard to trust and can’t believeLost the faith and lost the loveWhen the day is done Will they open their eyesAnd realize we are oneOn and on we stand aloneUntil our day has comeWhen they open their eyesAnd realize we are one</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109854614156536636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109854614156536636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109854614156536636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109854614156536636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/10/alter-bridge.html' title='alter bridge'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109861756024010349</id><published>2004-10-23T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T19:32:40.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>his bday</title><summary type='text'>did sth reali nice..its his birthday...bought him a Adidas trackpants..sth he wanted for a v long time now.....surprisingly he said thank you..its v nice..n tht he liked it v much..dint say it to me.. but in a msg..well..wateva it is..i was at least nice..dint go for his "bday lunch"..cuz was ill..anyhow juz hope tht dere'll be no more fights, quarrels n such...juz want peace n quiet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109861756024010349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>pain....</title><summary type='text'>mum's finally back..duno whether to rejoice or moan abt it... but well..guess im glad she's back in some ways or other.. despite all e frustrations..duno issit juz me or wat...evryone been whacking me alot these days..esp ever since i got those 4 jabs...pain man..mabbe im juz weak..but e aching feeling is terrible!!someone save me!!im aching like crazy..not juz my arm..but also my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109818384030101162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109818384030101162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109818384030101162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109818384030101162'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109811201471757677</id><published>2004-10-18T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T18:54:19.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for e first time..</title><summary type='text'>For the first time Are those ur eyes, is that ur smileI've been lookin at you foreverBut I never saw you beforeAre these ur hands holdin' mineNow I wonder how I could of been so blindFor e first time I am looking in ur eyesFor e first time I'm seein' who you areI can't believe how much I seeWhen you're lookin back at meNow I understand why love is.....Love is... for e first time...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109811201471757677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109811201471757677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109811201471757677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109811201471757677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/10/for-e-first-time.html' title='for e first time..'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109800360085039160</id><published>2004-10-17T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T17:00:00.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh...</title><summary type='text'>things havnt quite go back to normal...evrytink seems cloudy n crazy..maybe its juz me...acted kinda crazy ard...though not quite feeling tht way..some may say im juz fake n hypocritical..but i guess i juz dint wanna spoil evryone else's  mood as well...evryone deserves a smile :)isnt it?im stressed..exams are coming..like e real major A levels exams..but i juz dun seem motivated..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109800360085039160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109800360085039160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109800360085039160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109800360085039160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/10/argh.html' title='argh...'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109763785983877657</id><published>2004-10-13T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T11:31:36.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e eleventh hr</title><summary type='text'>e eleventh hour trace e shape of my heart'til it becomes more familiar to ur eyesi've been lost without youcold without your loveit's taken days n nights to make me realizerescue me from hangin' on tis linei wont give up on giving youe chance to blow my mindlet e eleventh hour quickly pass me byi'll find you when i think i'm out of timetake e place of my heart'til i become a stranger to my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109763785983877657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109763785983877657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109763785983877657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109763785983877657'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109760346250123727</id><published>2004-10-13T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T01:51:02.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><summary type='text'>" change.. e onli one thing in tis world thts constant."how true.so true.~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109760346250123727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109760346250123727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109760346250123727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109760346250123727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/10/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109760117543824915</id><published>2004-10-13T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T11:29:23.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell assembly..</title><summary type='text'>juz got home today..had farewell assembly..took a million fotos...so fun..smiled till my jaw almost dropped off..finally see evryone i havnt seen in a long time..e teachers were particularly entertainin today..at e fundraising concert..watched teachers sing, "dance", dance, act n play..it was hilarious....!!laughed till my stomach hurt so badly...unfortunately had super bad cramps today</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109760117543824915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109760117543824915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109760117543824915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109760117543824915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/10/farewell-assembly.html' title='farewell assembly..'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109741490190260669</id><published>2004-10-09T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T21:38:52.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>church...</title><summary type='text'>And Then I Go And Spoil It All By Saying Something Stupid Like I Love You.....juz heard tis song...pretty song frm quite long ago...anw church today felt a lil different frm before (usual) ..duno why but i felt as if things hav began to take a turn..cant quite say for the better or worse...juz tht feel tht e situation isnt like wat it is before..i guess people, feelings, emotion n </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109741490190260669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109672613400134635</id><published>2004-10-02T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T22:08:54.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sushi</title><summary type='text'>tink im fallin sick..been wheezing n sneezing alot today..anw had fun today..finally got to eat sushi..tasted much nicer than ever...on a more serious note..tink i'll tryta put more effort into studying..hopefully will getta study more..tink i dun hav much time left..abt a month more to A's onli ..better start now..~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109672613400134635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109672613400134635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109672613400134635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109672613400134635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/10/sushi.html' title='sushi'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109663906335403694</id><published>2004-10-01T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T21:57:43.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>childrens day</title><summary type='text'>HAPPY CHILDREN"S DAY!!</summary><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109660877954767242</id><published>2004-10-01T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T13:56:03.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if u were dere..</title><summary type='text'>You Were Thereby Sons Southern I guess you’ve heardI guess you knowIn time I’d have told youBut I guess I’m too slowIt’s overly romanticBut I know that its realI hope you dun mindIf I say wat I feelIts like I’m in somebody else’s dreamThis could not be happenin to meBut you were dereAnd you were everything I’d never seeYou woke me up from this long n endless sleepI was aloneI </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109660877954767242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109655253345675817</id><published>2004-09-30T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T21:58:58.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet</title><summary type='text'>man...i feel like i've been talking too much...so much more than wat is necessary...too much more than wat is enuff..its time i start quieting down...guess i may be a lil quiet for sometime..~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109655253345675817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109655253345675817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109655253345675817'/><link 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guess...sths it juz makes me feel tht e world's a sadder place...a colder place...a very unfamiliar place...a place where trust seems like sth so rare..e best they cld give is sth genuine frm their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109646866282849909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109646866282849909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109646866282849909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109646866282849909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/09/faithless.html' title='faithless'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109645889253885090</id><published>2004-09-29T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T20:31:37.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>car</title><summary type='text'>dad finally got his new car...kinda nice..miss having a nice chat wif anybody...reali tired frm all e studying in skool..hardly any time or energy to juz chill or do anytink for pure leisure..anw..saw the fhm magazine today frm a fren..saw many of my frenz featured in it..calista.. a gud fren frm pri skool whom i havnt seen since i left olgc..kinda miss her..she looks so different now..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109645889253885090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109645889253885090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109645889253885090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109645889253885090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/09/car.html' title='car'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109603432946029224</id><published>2004-09-24T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T21:58:49.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skool</title><summary type='text'>sigh.....sigh..studystudystudy...boring.been slacking too much...wanna study..but no discipline....darn....argh...~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109603432946029224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109603432946029224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109603432946029224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109603432946029224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/09/skool.html' title='skool'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109603377080886975</id><published>2004-09-22T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T21:53:47.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wallet...</title><summary type='text'>my wallet was drenched in soup!!damn!! haha..i wanna buy a new wallet...but dunno when then i can go get a new one...??*sigh* i wanna go out!!i wanna go shopping!!!~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109560549536066150</id><published>2004-09-19T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T22:51:35.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hohoho</title><summary type='text'>19th!!haha...hapi..hapi..finally able to blog..duno wassup wid my internet account..crazy..changed my acct n i can blogger again!! but not on my own side..anw..its back to skool again tmr..which means no more goin back early..look fwd to goin back..but juz dread e results...its e PRELIMS!!but it seems like...*argh*anw..on a more positive outlook..its not tht bad...at least i still</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109560549536066150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i sense e hostility..its sth i least expect frm you..i thot i knew. you.but i thot wrong.its a disappointment.so much for listening to all ur advice..wheneva i had a prob.but it juz seems so wrong now..ur different now.no longer e person i used to know.so shallow.so much abt all tht talk abt "looking good"u are indeed like wat u said.so, is tis e real u?~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109560587567742075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109560587567742075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109560587567742075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109560587567742075'/><link rel='alternate' 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break..but i cant reali afford tht...juz need slp n rest ..relax for awhile..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109533659114472997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109533659114472997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109533659114472997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109533659114472997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/09/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109491502504799906</id><published>2004-09-11T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T23:03:45.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm......</title><summary type='text'>tried to study today.......failed...as usual..wats new...? haha...wasted my whole morning travelling... and...waiting...anw...tired day.....blogged quite alot today.....juz needed to de-stress......get it all out of me.......ahhaha...on a lighter note...thx for e lovely flowers!!~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109491502504799906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109491502504799906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109491502504799906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109491502504799906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/09/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm......'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109472660060435891</id><published>2004-09-09T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:48:15.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better thx</title><summary type='text'>i feel so much better today..though its delusion... like a pipe dream...me bluffing myself all over again....but todays e best day i had in a long time.. wonderful actualli.and oso e onli day i had company in e wk..thank you.~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109472660060435891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109472660060435891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109472660060435891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109472660060435891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/09/better-thx.html' title='better thx'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109465760678051980</id><published>2004-09-08T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T18:55:17.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dere he goes...dere...</title><summary type='text'>dere he goes...dere...dere he goes again........why does he haf to make a big din out of lil things all e time..so irritating...~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109465760678051980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109465760678051980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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central...Esp.. BaBY TaZMANiaN DeViL!!!!!SOOooooooo CUTE!!!!i love tas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!never knew they had loony tunes babies cartoon!!!wat a pleasant surprise!!! haha...im so hapi!haha...cheap thrill...but im still hapi i saw baby taz!~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109462344584098966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109462344584098966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109462344584098966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109462344584098966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/09/wowow.html' title='wowow!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109464367680116313</id><published>2004-09-08T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T19:41:16.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its tearin' me apart... tink i gotta reali learn to control wat i say n do.. it seems like im always hurtin people wif my slip in words n carelessness in action... esp those people tht i kare for ... n those tht kare for me... "tame e tongue"... was wat i learnt in 1 corinthians.. its easy to say n put in words... guess i reali need e patience, humility, strength n discipline of God.. 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109456762054931315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109456762054931315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109456762054931315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/09/fight-fight-fight-fight-fight.html' title='fight fight fight fight fight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109455988965846862</id><published>2004-09-07T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T20:29:23.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><summary type='text'>i hate staying at home....screwed up home..screwed up big time...i always get scolded all e time..i hate it when i always get shoved here n dere...i never like staying at home...studying at home....but dere doesnt seem to be...anywhere else for me to study ...i cant stand it...its a real horrible place to be in...my mum...dad...brothers n all screwed up...reali hopeless....~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109455988965846862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109455988965846862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109455988965846862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109455988965846862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/09/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109448474625423104</id><published>2004-09-07T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T22:39:46.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy birthday steffy!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109448474625423104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109448474625423104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109448474625423104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109448474625423104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-birthday-steffy.html' title=''/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109447144142850329</id><published>2004-09-06T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T19:50:41.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Richard Marx Now and ForeverWhenever I'm wearyFrom the battles that raged in my headYou made sense of madnessWhen my sanity hangs by a threadI lose my way, but still youSeem to understandNow &amp; Forever,I will be your manSometimes I just hold youToo caught up in me to seeI'm holding a fortuneThat heaven has given to meI'll try to show youEach and every way I canNow &amp; Forever, I will be your man</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109447144142850329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109447144142850329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109447144142850329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109447144142850329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/09/richard-marx-now-and-forever-whenever.html' title=''/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109446826283991578</id><published>2004-09-06T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T19:01:56.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study...</title><summary type='text'>alone at home all day today....reali reali bored...had no one to talk to...having no one to speak to is reali torturous...gosh...cant believe how am i gonna live thru all e exams n studying...tried to study...did study a lil divinity...realised i stone too much...gotta reali jiayou....or else i reali cannot make it..well..at least its a gud start...shall try harder...but got cramps...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109446826283991578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109446826283991578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109446826283991578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109446826283991578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/09/study.html' title='study...'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109444469322965192</id><published>2004-09-06T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T12:24:53.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can sleep forever,but still you will be tiredYou can stay as cold as stone,but still you wont find peaceI feel I'm just spendin wastin timeYou can walk too farbut still you won't be foundYou can look down on e worldbut still find miracles in e worldIf e sun or e moon wld give way to doubt,But u gotta start somewhere.though its always one step too far ..~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109444469322965192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109444469322965192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109444469322965192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109444469322965192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/09/you-can-sleep-forever-but-still-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109448426185741296</id><published>2004-09-05T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T23:35:15.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hapi</title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHIFU!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109448426185741296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109448426185741296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109448426185741296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109448426185741296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/09/hapi.html' title='hapi'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109349756749183145</id><published>2004-08-26T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T13:19:27.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams..</title><summary type='text'>no matter how hard i try to focus..try to study...i juz cant seem to get it to work...i desperately need to work tis mind of mine...its seems utterly useless despite all e studying...my mind always seem like its in a daze..all blank whenever i sit for the paper....*argh*its prelims now....in a flash e A's is coming...duno how will i face e reality of it...Dear Lord, help me.~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109349756749183145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109349756749183145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109349756749183145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109349756749183145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/08/exams.html' title='exams..'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109343735154940487</id><published>2004-08-25T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T20:35:51.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prelims....</title><summary type='text'>prelims..prelims..prelims..prelims..prelims..prelims..prelims..prelims..prelims..prelims..prelims..prelims..prelims..prelims..prelims..prelims..prelims..prelims..prelims...prelims...prelims....prelims....prelims...prelims...prelims...~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109343735154940487/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109309295143395996</id><published>2004-08-21T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T09:44:28.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgive and forget...</title><summary type='text'>forgive n forget...am listening to "here i am"..by bryan adams....feelin a sense of nostalgia..used to listen alot to these songs ... Here I am - this is mederes no where else on earth i'd rather be...I come into tis world so wild n freeHere I am - so young n strongRight here in e place where I belongIt's a new world - it's a new startIt's alive with the beating of young heartsIt's a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109309295143395996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109309295143395996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109309295143395996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109309295143395996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/08/forgive-and-forget.html' title='forgive and forget...'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109300088849099699</id><published>2004-08-20T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T19:48:53.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vindicated?</title><summary type='text'>im feeling stressed...feel like once again i've become a loner..i almost no longer talk to anyone at all...someone who kares? nah...at e most someone will juz ask me sth reali trivial...or juz sth to do with skoolwork...it seems tht other than tht...im like e onli one existing in my own world..no friends, no one ever calls anymore...no one seems to want to listen ...dun dare call anyone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109300088849099699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109300088849099699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109300088849099699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109300088849099699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/08/vindicated.html' title='vindicated?'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109292303803996587</id><published>2004-08-19T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T19:03:31.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i detest her!</title><summary type='text'>Can you hear them?They talk abt us.Telling lies.Well, thts no surprise.Can you see them?See right thru them.They hav no shieldNo Secrets to reveal.It doesnt matter wat they say.In e jealous games people play.Theres a weapon.Which we muz use.In our defense silence.Just like some precious pearl.Pay no mind to wat they sayIt doesnt matter anwOur Lips Are Sealed.Cryin' angels.Forget</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109292303803996587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109292303803996587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109292303803996587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109292303803996587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-detest-her.html' title='i detest her!'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109283226256441606</id><published>2004-08-18T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T20:31:02.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory of love</title><summary type='text'>Chicago - Glory Of Love Tonight its very clear Cause we're both lying here There's so many things I wanna say I will always love you I will never leave you alone Sometimes I just forget Say things I might regret It breaks my heart to see you crying I dun want to lose you I could never make it alone I am a man who would fight for your honor I'll be e hero u'll be dreaming of We'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109283226256441606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109275303404231919</id><published>2004-08-17T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T22:30:34.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today...</title><summary type='text'>stayed in skool till 8 today...reali tired..feeling so drained..but at least did sth significant..not too bad for a days work...anw DP came to see our klass...talked n encouraged us a lil..tink my klass muz hav done very badly...in terms of academic result...cant stay online too long...gotta get back to work..~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109275303404231919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109275303404231919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109275303404231919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109275303404231919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/08/today.html' title='today...'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109265401437848426</id><published>2004-08-16T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:00:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sweet Child O' Mine - Guns n RosesShe's got a smile that it seems to meReminds me of childhood memoriesWhere everythingWas as fresh as the bright blue skyNow and then when I see her faceShe takes me away to thatspecial placeAnd if I stared too longI'd probably break down and crySweet child o' mineSweet love of mineShe's got eyes of the bluest skiesAs if they thought of rainI hate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109265401437848426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109265401437848426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109265401437848426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109265401437848426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/08/sweet-child-o-mine-guns-n-roses-shes.html' title=''/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109265095871352480</id><published>2004-08-16T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T18:09:18.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><summary type='text'>im home early today...didnt do my essay...tinkim running short of time..reali gotta buck up..i reali noe nuts abt my syllabus...tink im so dead la for prelims...die..tinki  better get off tis addictive com...argh...gud luck pepz.. n takkare...gud luck to all having exams...!~tas</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109258034850113510</id><published>2004-08-15T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T22:32:28.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frustrated...</title><summary type='text'>im frustrated...i duno why..mabbe i duno..duno why at all..mabbe its juz e stress..mabbe its juz mabbe...mabbe its not mabbe ...dunodunodunodunodunodunoreallyduno?mabbe its juz e pre-prelims stress...mabbe its cuz i cant seem to conc..not disciplined at all..but issit reali cuz of tht?i duno.~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109258034850113510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109258034850113510' title='0 Comments'/><link 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is my last wk for tuition..cuz my tutor's goin to London for a conference..so lucky..anw had a dream last night..rmbed it reali clearly..had it vividly imprinted on my mind..duno wat it means..or duno if it has anytink to do wid anytink..its was a beach scene..mabbe juz i was talking abt it yest...abt how much i wanted to go to sentosa..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109256993563291946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109256993563291946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109256993563291946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109256993563291946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/08/dream-lil-dream.html' title='dream a lil dream....'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109249807732230477</id><published>2004-08-14T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T23:41:17.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><summary type='text'>juz got home...wenta church today...worship was quite gud today...or probably its juz me..at least i thot its gud..anw..was invited to watch a movie today..my senior...how sweet..anw was suppose to watch twin effects 2..was quite excited abt e show actualli..wanted to watch it long ago..cuz i watched the first show twin effects 1.. 4 times!!love it loads..esp wif EDISON n twins in it!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109249807732230477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109249807732230477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109249807732230477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109249807732230477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/08/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109231015850724383</id><published>2004-08-12T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T19:29:18.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><summary type='text'>why do i have so many questions?too many whys left unanswered..why is the world created like tis..?why isnt e world a simpler place?why do we hav frenz ..?frenz tht we seem to know yet not know at all..why are there so many sides to a person?why are things always so complicated?why are people be so fickle minded?why cant e world be a simpler place?~tas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109231015850724383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109231015850724383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109231015850724383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109231015850724383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/08/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109214111383023050</id><published>2004-08-10T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T21:32:14.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fakefakefake</title><summary type='text'>Hypocrisy can afford to be magnificent in its promises;for neva intendin to go beyond promises;it costs nothing.e meetin of two personalities is like e contact of two chemical substances:if there is any reaction,both are transformed.Love is evrytink its cracked up to be…It really is worth fightin for,being brave for, risking evrytink for.Sometimes when you look back on a situation,you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109214111383023050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109214111383023050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109214111383023050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109214111383023050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/08/fakefakefake.html' title='fakefakefake'/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109128487239026938</id><published>2004-07-31T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T20:45:31.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to those who for some reason is still reading tis..a warning : its gonna be a long entry of kb-ing..juz feel like i need to get tinks out of my mind..so if YOU are juz browsing or looking ard..or dun hav e patience or interest to read all tis nonsense..my advice : try someone else's blog..so here goes...felt so stupid today...tuition was cancelled again..wats new..its two weeks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109128487239026938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109128487239026938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109128487239026938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109128487239026938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/07/to-those-who-for-some-reason-is-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109118963993761664</id><published>2004-07-30T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T21:10:02.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lies. Lies. Lies. and more Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. and more Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. and more Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. and more Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. and more Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. and more Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. and more Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. and more Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. and more Lies. im tired of listening to lies... tired of hearing all e nonsense. why did i hafta find out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109118963993761664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109118963993761664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109118963993761664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109118963993761664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/07/lies.html' title=''/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109119266186951395</id><published>2004-07-30T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T21:08:20.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Evrytime*Notice me, take my hand Why are we strangers when Our love is strong Why carry on without me Everytime I try to fly, I fall Without my wings, I feel so small I guess I need you, baby And everytime I see you in my dreams I see your face, it's haunting me I guess I need you, baby I make believe that you are here It's the only way I see clear What have I done You seem to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109119266186951395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109119266186951395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109119266186951395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109119266186951395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/07/evrytime-notice-me-take-my-hand-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109093279608356005</id><published>2004-07-27T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T17:35:27.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i finally realised wat trust is.. n trust is sth gained.. and it takes time to build up tht trust.. howeva..once broken.. its almost impossible to mend it back.. its reali scary sths to tink tht u noe someone so well.. but onli disappointed to find out e truth.. seriously..e truth hurts.. ~tas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109093279608356005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109093279608356005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109093279608356005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109093279608356005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-finally-realised-wat-trust-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109119008925330351</id><published>2004-07-27T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T20:21:29.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cut my hair today...it feels so much lighter now.so much for a haircut ..nth much to tok abt.~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109119008925330351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109119008925330351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109119008925330351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109119008925330351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/07/cut-my-hair-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109083191989537474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109083191989537474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109083191989537474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/07/cldnt-sleep-again-last-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109076690326711034</id><published>2004-07-25T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T16:54:43.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sths i cant help but tink.. start doubting why.. start tinkin why life seems like a cruel game... where e odds of life seems beyond me.. nth tht i want anytink to do wif... its scares me.. terribly.. wheres my faith i wonder.. it seems so near yet so far.. Lord, i need u close to me... had many dreams last nite.. cldnt sleep much at all.. made me wonder.. made me tink.. made me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109076690326711034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109076690326711034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109076690326711034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109076690326711034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/07/sths-i-cant-help-but-tink.html' title=''/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109076128442095424</id><published>2004-07-25T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T21:22:19.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i did sth reali wrong today.. sth reali reali stupid..shldnt haf.. ..feel utterly like a fool..tink im utterly foolish...like a extremely big idiot... sths i wonder whether true frenz exist? is dere reali someone out there whom u can trust wholeheartedly? i seriously thot its a kind of understding.. now i realise im wrong.. i guess dere never was tht someone.. only a figment of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109076128442095424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109076128442095424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109076128442095424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109076128442095424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-did-sth-reali-wrong-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109068045840222488</id><published>2004-07-24T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T22:47:38.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had quite a day at radin mas CC today..some cleaning up of one room flats n give out canned food thing..CIP service learning tink..still managed to getta church for e message..actuallii half of e msg la..anw nuff said..quite a boring day...though meaningful...~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109068045840222488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109068045840222488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109068045840222488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109068045840222488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/07/had-quite-day-at-radin-mas-cc-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109058565502825656</id><published>2004-07-23T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T20:37:59.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im so sick n tired of always listening to her!! it irritates me to e core!! always protectin her precious son over evrytink.. overprotecting him ALL THE TIME!! she's e obvious cause of all the quarrels n fights!! wats her problem??? she can live wif him for all i care!!! he's all she needs anyway??? always protecting him in evry single way! in spite of evrytink he's done.. all e hurt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109058565502825656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109058565502825656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109058565502825656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109058565502825656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-so-sick-n-tired-of-always-listening.html' title=''/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109048462305775236</id><published>2004-07-22T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T16:56:56.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had briefing today on e CIP project.. abt service learning day today... but realised tht it ends at 5pm.. which means tht i might not be able to make it for worship duty on time!!! tinking of asking for permission to get out early.. but were told today tht some MP n e press coming.. n no one is to leave early.. wat difference wld it make if i were to not be dere right? its not as if e </summary><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109033556293932861</id><published>2004-07-20T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T22:59:22.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the butterfly flies again. flies away. crying. leaving behind pearl drops of memories.~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109033556293932861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109033556293932861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109033556293932861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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words..guess its time i start focusing on studying hard.. n not be distracted by any other tinks.. its time i set my priorities right... ~tas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109033509845603008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109033509845603008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109033509845603008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109033509845603008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/07/duno-why-ive-been-feeling-so-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-109083134743325394</id><published>2004-07-17T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T16:42:27.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went for e rapture dance concert.....saw tht cute someone on e bus...ah...still as cute as ever..*haha*~tas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109083134743325394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109083134743325394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109083134743325394'/><link rel='self' 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we once took..it may bring them to a different destination..for a different purpose n thru different experiences..but tis unique voyage i had wif e 26th is one of a kind..much like how whyekiat put it so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/109004545047708159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=109004545047708159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109004545047708159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/109004545047708159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/07/had-great-time-at-commendation.html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UVLMKGMBLFQ/SdQuXSdeUmI/AAAAAAAABx4/I2K5bSmcFZU/S220/31032009001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5024584.post-108981847562620265</id><published>2004-07-14T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T14:33:33.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My shattered dreams n broken heart Are mendin on e shelf I saw u holdin hands, standin close to someone else Now I sit all alone wishin all my feelin was gone I gave my best to you, nothing for me to do.. But hav one last cry One last cry, before I leave it all behind I've gotta put u outta my mind tis time Stop livin a lie I guess I'm down to my last cry Cry...... I was here, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/feeds/108981847562620265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5024584&amp;postID=108981847562620265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/108981847562620265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5024584/posts/default/108981847562620265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tas_anne.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-shattered-dreams-n-broken-heart-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Tas_anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10423264423771229539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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