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  <title>Like You</title>
  <subtitle>Shannon</subtitle>
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    <name>Shannon</name>
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  <updated>2005-11-29T16:08:04Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shann_says:5791</id>
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    <title>*scream*</title>
    <published>2005-11-29T16:08:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-29T16:08:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;thinking bou` the amt of work i need to get over with. bore me to tears and making me pull my hair. feeling damn shit right now but i have no one to lean on. my boyfriend is not doing anything to my sadness. he's adding on to my unfortunates. yeah, he is my boyfriend. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the amt of shit i am going through in school. my busy schedule. all he can say is 'dear, stop being so pesismistic'. for crying out loud, i need more than that. what on earth is this coming into? it's 11:52pm. all he can give me is in his nick &lt;em&gt;'tanning anyone 30ht nov...10:30am'&lt;/em&gt;. my heart is farking screaming and crying. thunderstorms and crimson floods. is there a neccessity for me to write&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; "i am upset"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on my face. just what the helll is going in his brain. perhaps it's a relationship not worth working for. not worth working for. just what am i holding on? pins of hope? just leave me alone. it might have gone too far. n i tell you, everything you do it wrong. so wrong. WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;happy two month. when it's not happy. corny. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i just&amp;nbsp;so upset. what cannot&amp;nbsp;break is what is already broken. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and thanks for ruining my life. u are proudly my life destruction. i hate you. i dont want to cry over you anymore. it's too painful. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>shann_says @ 2005-11-29T21:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-29T13:47:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-29T13:47:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 579px; HEIGHT: 439px" height="689" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a94/91113663/Clare%20and%20I/159.jpg" width="838"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;that's a lot of photos!!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodness im so dread tired. let me catch my breathe before i talk bou` my day! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shann_says:5134</id>
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    <title>shann_says @ 2005-11-29T11:45:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-29T03:48:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-29T03:50:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodness gracious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's already almost mid of week seven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;another 7 weeks more to ipp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is so scary, i just realised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything hav been passin` by hurricane like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;barely realised it's already going week eight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;madness. this is madness &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i'm giving him 7 days to perform. after which, the choice will be made. somehow. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;projects onhand; efma, business finance and marketing management!!! arghhhhhh help man &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>wher`s it?</title>
    <published>2005-11-28T16:13:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-28T16:13:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont know where my confidence went. seemed like i am no longer confident as i used to be. i stayed near to the sideways. i just afraid of falling with no one there to catch me when i fall. some how&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i had cleared ict lab presentation and business law ica 1. =] but still i hav french and efma project to do. i was too carried away with joy that i totally forgotten to do my business finance tut 6!!! *oppsie daisies* &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;tasks due tomorrow. gym at 3pm to 5pm. then french ica completion and dinner with claree.&amp;nbsp; =]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need to find that source of confidence back. fast. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:shann_says:4736</id>
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    <title>tan ban seng. fucking go to your fucking motherland</title>
    <published>2005-11-28T04:56:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-28T04:57:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;tan ban seng&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;he shut me before i even speak. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;he called up the next group&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;seriously &lt;font size="5"&gt;pissed me off&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;you know what. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ho li xia is really tooty bitchy slut. plus shes a ugly one!!! oh whatever.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;she looks like a guinea pigg to me. &lt;font size="4"&gt;seriously.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i just wish both of them were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>my hair's down</title>
    <published>2005-11-27T12:54:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-27T12:54:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mest- This Time</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a94/91113663/Clare%20and%20I/Picture13_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Us Again- i will never get sick of her accompany&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That's yesterday. Today, i've been busy all day long. My poor brain had seriously overworked. I need to revise my business law again man. My brain is at its &lt;strong&gt;BLANK MODE.&lt;/strong&gt; urgh.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sweetie brought me brekkie from Hans in the morn. how sweet. melly is envious of me. hur hur ;p &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;what i have to say. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;the girl next door is gone&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;the next time you turn around, she will no longer be there to smile cherrily n ever so sweet&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;you took away those pair of flutter flurry wings, which were supposed to be on her heels&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;you made up her sleepless nights. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;you made her upset&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;you let her down&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;and now she doesnt care. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;the doll you once knew is gone&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes gonna make your life real miserable&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;i need to get back to my books.. urgh. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6666"&gt;i seriously dread classical. but i can smell the holidays and festives coming! =] &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>shann_says @ 2005-11-26T10:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-26T02:07:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-26T02:07:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sharin` or adding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the email with no reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stephen said "hang in there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just how long can i hang?</content>
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    <title>shann_says @ 2005-11-25T22:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-25T15:18:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-25T15:21:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>natalie- going crazy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i just got back. all crying. heartachin`. believe it or not, it's worse than being crushed or sandwiched. i just wish i were dead. darn simple. murder me. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;* he knows i friggin` need a big fat tightt hug. *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i got 3 sunshine perks today from clare. first thing, she came to my door and passed me my surprise! i wasnt allowed to see it until i got home. second thing, she accompanied me to yck- where i met *joana for our day-out. third thing, when i got home and finally see what's the surprise. the last perk is a sweet entry...which really made my day.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;still my day ended a bad wayyy. ended with a call. ended&amp;nbsp;with someone not sending me home. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;for the whole day, *joana and i were talking bout` our guys. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;THEIR&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; comfort zone is really killing us and definitely driving us nuts. they take things for granted. made us suffer. made us cry. made us whine. just who are they to do this to us. urghh. i knw balls bout` man. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;i hate comfort zone we have slipped in. u dont care bout who i felt. and u think that everything is okay. urghhh. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i got &lt;u&gt;5 new pairs of earrings, 2 necklaces and 1 new bag&lt;/u&gt;. i hav` no idea how many cents i am left with. sighs. &lt;/p&gt;






waiting for positivityy...</content>
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    <title>business finance. total crap.</title>
    <published>2005-11-24T03:22:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-24T03:22:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i did shit for my business finance test. its tooty easy but i just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;screwed it up. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;what i made was a PAINFUL MISTAKE.&lt;em&gt; hur hur hur. i need to get over it before i actually kill myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the next paper, efma. i really cant be bothered with efma. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;should i go out to find him today? why should i go and find him? he shld be the one one making me happy. urghhh &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;im going through a transition stage&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>smooches wooches</title>
    <published>2005-11-23T13:05:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-23T13:05:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>notice me ft angelina by nb ridaz</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;today had been a breeze, minus off the weird stares i get from people. good and nice. the weather had been so so snuggly-like, i almost didnt wanna get up for school today. believe it or not, i actually slept WITHOUT aircon yesterday. it was a freezin` night. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;school ended an hour early. teeheee. managed to meet up with clare and avia. we chill and did our revision for tomorrow's tests. or should i say im the only one revising huhh? clare had finished both papers, just accompanying me to study. avia, happily chatting away with pal, no a single worried bit bout her tests. tts her, AVIA. spoilt brat ah. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the &lt;em&gt;study mood&lt;/em&gt; got to me. i finished revising everything in like two hours. phew, thank god man. couldnt have done it without the &lt;em&gt;study mood. &lt;/em&gt;=]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;oh yeah. something funny happened in the library. v. embarassing for ms shannon. argh. i shant say it out loud. i hope she forgets it.&lt;strong&gt; :x &lt;/strong&gt;went to town for a couple of hours with clare to look for her girls and also to relieve stresss. this trip somehow stimulated by shopping cells. i was looking into every store , wherever i walked pass..haha its gonna be a shopping trip this fri wit` joana. aint sure bou` what movie are we gonna watch yet. but im certainly forward bout our date!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;harry potter. i wanna watch. -bite lips- &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and that's us, todayy. (&lt;em&gt;when's our next fun date?!&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;thanks for the company clare. had fun at da toys fair! really wanna buy that "sectioned-plate" with sesame characters!! haha ;p see you at french tomorrow! au revouir. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;jh told me something like " you shouldnt do so much. he&amp;nbsp;should be the one hoaxing you, making you smile and happy" it's so rightt..i think i did enoughhh yeah. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;it's 9pm. im going to bed. i have 8am class tomorrow. end at 4pm. totally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;INSANE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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