<?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-6729173</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:43:03.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-toot-</title><subtitle type='html'>lols.tootie here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-109822758629970415</id><published>2004-10-19T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T17:01:57.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is shittified la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are over but apparently the pain is not over.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess trying hard didnt work.&lt;br /&gt;ya. like SOME PEOPLE LA&lt;br /&gt;never study still get A.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failed for math la&lt;br /&gt;section A i seriously failed until i probably can't fail anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my lit!!!&lt;br /&gt;my LIT!!&lt;br /&gt;i can just go and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-109822758629970415?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109822758629970415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109822758629970415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109822758629970415' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-109773669888489973</id><published>2004-10-13T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T23:51:38.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ha.dear girl ah. grow up le. :))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-109773669888489973?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109773669888489973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109773669888489973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109773669888489973' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-109771671810938276</id><published>2004-10-13T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T18:34:46.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams are OVERRRR.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;i feel as if im so darn slack.&lt;br /&gt;but thats what we are supposed to do after exams&lt;br /&gt;slack//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still feel darn slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed my skin.&lt;br /&gt;plain.&lt;br /&gt;i dont really like it.&lt;br /&gt;but the old one got boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting here in 4c3 classroom rotting away la&lt;br /&gt;TAs seriously slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup/&lt;br /&gt;everyone visit the 1c2 blog kay!&lt;br /&gt;organised by dear (egoistic) &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;joyce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was fun.&lt;br /&gt;oh yess.&lt;br /&gt;me and peiyi had to walk from ikea to queenstown station.&lt;br /&gt;and it IS a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;peiyi almost died and my leg almost broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to dear &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;joyce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thanks dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to eat at ikea with her.&lt;br /&gt;and then buy chio blinds for her.&lt;br /&gt;yay. nice me and peiyi.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went discovery centre.&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole day screaming.&lt;br /&gt;lost my voice.&lt;br /&gt;not really. but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch some inspiring show.&lt;br /&gt;those people at the back darn qian bian can.&lt;br /&gt;screaming throughout the movie.&lt;br /&gt;and their &lt;strong&gt;princess&lt;/strong&gt; foot on my chair la.&lt;br /&gt;haix. s3 bitches la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sat the diosaur thing.&lt;br /&gt;the simulator ride was darn fun!!&lt;br /&gt;ha. the sheer fun of being banged around.&lt;br /&gt;and screaming our head off.&lt;br /&gt;mahahahaaaa/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treated lamb to it.&lt;br /&gt;was screaming all the way. tians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate alot.&lt;br /&gt;2 packets of fries plus 1 lollipop from the lollipop machine and lots and lots of popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;hehehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played like hell.&lt;br /&gt;but only the ride was funn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back to school/&lt;br /&gt;slept throughout the bus trip.&lt;br /&gt;so was lamb pei and sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went ikea. bought blinds for jo.&lt;br /&gt;i want the blinds too!&lt;br /&gt;bet my mum would kill me if i bought it though.&lt;br /&gt;went all the way to queenstown.&lt;br /&gt;and then went to imm.&lt;br /&gt;bought stuff. 3 tablet holders, two files.&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched samurai.&lt;br /&gt;(SAMURAISAMURAISAMURAISAMURAI!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;imOBSESSED.&lt;br /&gt;have a feeling kenshee's gonna finish fighting saito before it ends.&lt;br /&gt;aiyo redundant la. fight for nothing&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 100 bucks are goneeee.&lt;br /&gt;and i should have done something productive with it.&lt;br /&gt;like buy concert tix.&lt;br /&gt;and now i only have like.&lt;br /&gt;30 something left?&lt;br /&gt;tians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peiyi: you owe me 8 bucks&lt;br /&gt;jo: you owe me 4 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound like a loanshark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're All To Blame"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take everything left from me&lt;br /&gt;All!To!Blame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we still succeed, taking what we don't need?&lt;br /&gt;Telling lies, alibis, selling all the hate that we breed.&lt;br /&gt;Supersize our tragedy! (You can't define me or justify greed)&lt;br /&gt;Bought in the land of the free! (Land! Free!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're all to blame,&lt;br /&gt;We've gone too far,&lt;br /&gt;From pride to shame,&lt;br /&gt;We're trying so hard,&lt;br /&gt;We're dying in vain,&lt;br /&gt;We're hopelessly blissful and blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all we are,We want it all with no sacrifice!&lt;br /&gt;Realize we spend our lives living in a culture of fear.&lt;br /&gt;Stand to salute; say thanks to the man of the year.&lt;br /&gt;How did we all come to this? (You can't define me or justify greed)&lt;br /&gt;This greed that we just can't resist! (Resist!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're all to blame,&lt;br /&gt;We've gone too far,&lt;br /&gt;From pride to shame,&lt;br /&gt;We're trying so hard,&lt;br /&gt;We're dying in vain,&lt;br /&gt;We're hopelessly blissful and blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all we are,&lt;br /&gt;We want it all.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants it all with no sacrifice!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, what have we done?&lt;br /&gt;We don't know.I can't allow what has begun to tear me down,&lt;br /&gt;Believe me now,&lt;br /&gt;we have no choice what with our&lt;br /&gt;Backs against the wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're all to blame,&lt;br /&gt;We've gone too far,&lt;br /&gt;From pride to shame,&lt;br /&gt;We're hopelessly blissful and blind&lt;br /&gt;When all we need&lt;br /&gt;Is something true to believe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, everyone,&lt;br /&gt;We will fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're all to blame&lt;br /&gt;We've gone too far,&lt;br /&gt;From pride to shame,&lt;br /&gt;We're trying so hard,&lt;br /&gt;We're dying in vain,&lt;br /&gt;We want it all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, don't we all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-109771671810938276?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109771671810938276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109771671810938276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109771671810938276' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-109679454545685226</id><published>2004-10-03T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T02:10:54.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ha. finshed chinese revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear im going to do well kay.&lt;br /&gt;i just have to do well.&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;b&gt;some&lt;/b&gt; people read the book cover instead of the contents.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i really look stupid,.&lt;br /&gt;its the 2nd time my tuition teacher asked me whether i have passed my tests.&lt;br /&gt;please la.&lt;br /&gt;i can do the basic of passing can.&lt;br /&gt;grr-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is against me right.&lt;br /&gt;tsk-&lt;br /&gt;my magazine gets thrown out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;and the only thing i have read is the cover page.&lt;br /&gt;and not like its my fault.&lt;br /&gt;where the hell is justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i lost my nametag.&lt;br /&gt;along with my purse.&lt;br /&gt;which has my ez link card.&lt;br /&gt;and my hp.(which is useles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to mop the floor when i finally settle down to study(after going to the seventh floor to pick up my stupid mag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my grandmother keeps yapping.&lt;br /&gt;and my sister keeps following me everywhere i go.&lt;br /&gt;so there is absolutely &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt; peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot get anything into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agent shiany now has to complete a whole lot of missions.&lt;br /&gt;(this really sucks.and &lt;b&gt;i&lt;/b&gt; TRULY SUCK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mission impossible 1.&lt;br /&gt;to finsh reading cheng yu.&lt;br /&gt;mission impossible 2.&lt;br /&gt;to prove to lao shi im not some pai kia who doesnt mug.&lt;br /&gt;mission impossible 3.&lt;br /&gt;to memorise sidebet and ah bah's money.&lt;br /&gt;mission impossible 4.&lt;br /&gt;to get &lt;B&gt; the world entire world to SHUT UP.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe tmr's exam.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even have a proper pen.&lt;br /&gt;nor a proper uniform. which is without a proper nametag.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;black&lt;/b&gt; shoes.&lt;br /&gt;what the..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupx//&lt;br /&gt;amd everyone's gonna do so damn well.&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna FAILLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i realise all words starting with F is no good.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ban myself from f words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(jiayou c2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-109679454545685226?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109679454545685226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109679454545685226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109679454545685226' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-109624518062534275</id><published>2004-09-26T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T17:33:00.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im blogging during geog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i finished 25 chapters.&lt;br /&gt;muahahahaa. (its not enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so deppresssing.&lt;br /&gt;lets see what ms pham says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diurnal temperature range= daily maximum tem - daily minimum temp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see im still listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling im gonna fail english.&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll get kicked out of crescent.&lt;br /&gt;and then i will have no where to go.&lt;br /&gt;-painicc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh tians. im going to get kicked out of crescent.(then why am i here)&lt;br /&gt;OH TIANSS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wannt.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna fail my english beacuse of my stupid oral.&lt;br /&gt;and compo.&lt;br /&gt;and summary&lt;br /&gt;and report.&lt;br /&gt;and compre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to do some PRODUCTIVE learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp.&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-109624518062534275?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109624518062534275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109624518062534275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109624518062534275' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-109563966264692183</id><published>2004-09-19T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T18:24:14.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy.&lt;br /&gt;geog is boring.&lt;br /&gt;im depending on myself to pass this exam.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im motivated,XD&lt;br /&gt;this is so redundant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;im still stuck between two choices.&lt;br /&gt;god.'&lt;br /&gt;there's no use escaping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna ban myself from my tablet.&lt;br /&gt;cos im too guai.&lt;br /&gt;im being so damn ego.&lt;br /&gt;this blog is dying.&lt;br /&gt;i am dying.&lt;br /&gt;and my life is a wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even find time to blog???!!&lt;br /&gt;when was ng yin shian like this!&lt;br /&gt;oh fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays would be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to face it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;all&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;allseniorsshouldjustdie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;ishantliveinfear.nope.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concentratteee.&lt;br /&gt;yup/&lt;br /&gt;everyone good luck for EXAMS!&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im surprised i am not in the list.&lt;br /&gt;the list which says who did not pass up hw.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;i think i did all!!&lt;br /&gt;whao. so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but peiyi and ash are still on the list.&lt;br /&gt;i guess they dont care.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want to see peiyi in detention.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;and she is going on on how guai she is.&lt;br /&gt;my tians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and phua is still yapping&lt;br /&gt;he will never get the fact he should just quit being a teacher and become a scholar. (or monk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he will be much more appreciated as a monk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`rangwozuihoukuaile      hengandongg]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-109563966264692183?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109563966264692183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109563966264692183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109563966264692183' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-109462721411434146</id><published>2004-09-08T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T00:06:54.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is there for homework??!!!&lt;br /&gt;im trying to study and then i realised i didnt even bring my file back to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus i only have my science textbook to study.&lt;br /&gt;in my tablet.&lt;br /&gt;not that science has alot to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sleep ar.&lt;br /&gt;sleep;&lt;br /&gt;shall find something to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so darn guai!&lt;br /&gt;agree?!&lt;br /&gt;muahahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-109462721411434146?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109462721411434146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109462721411434146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109462721411434146' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-109420537403973157</id><published>2004-09-03T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T02:56:14.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gossip monger rocks(??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;munching on chocs.&lt;br /&gt;cos ants are attacking it when i leave alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[always look on the bright side of life]..&lt;br /&gt;muahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;not like there's any bright side of life now.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is fun.&lt;font color="white"&gt;cos there's no training&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahh.&lt;br /&gt;am i just gonna write this?&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-109420537403973157?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109420537403973157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109420537403973157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109420537403973157' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-109419091297582055</id><published>2004-09-02T22:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T22:55:12.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya baby!&lt;br /&gt;omgosh.&lt;br /&gt;today was the BEST day of my LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OFFICIALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;missus IAN THORPE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MRS CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love them! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thats all from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSSIPMONGER bringing to you the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LATEST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all from the gossip queen, joyce. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me about it man. &lt;strong&gt;i LOVE JOYCE AND HER MAG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-109419091297582055?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109419091297582055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109419091297582055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109419091297582055' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-109419090950709433</id><published>2004-09-02T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T22:55:09.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya baby!&lt;br /&gt;omgosh.&lt;br /&gt;today was the BEST day of my LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OFFICIALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;missus IAN THORPE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MRS CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love them! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thats all from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSSIPMONGER bringing to you the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LATEST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all from the gossip queen, joyce. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me about it man. &lt;strong&gt;i LOVE JOYCE AND HER MAG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-109419090950709433?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109419090950709433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109419090950709433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109419090950709433' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-109386997595611222</id><published>2004-08-30T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T05:48:32.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.finally can come online.&lt;br /&gt;my computer at home died and revived again.&lt;br /&gt;about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been ermm.few months? or few weeks since i blogged?&lt;br /&gt;few months ba.&lt;br /&gt;heheh.(((:&lt;br /&gt;i wanna change my layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my english sucks la.&lt;br /&gt;sucksssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;i hate english.&lt;br /&gt;`i hate yan cheng xun. you hear that peiyi?&lt;br /&gt;muahahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick.&lt;br /&gt;yay.can skip training for one thing.&lt;br /&gt;cough until my stomach muscles go crazy. &lt;br /&gt;shall bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;now our class has c2 fever.&lt;br /&gt;about 7 people in our class was absent.&lt;br /&gt;i think we overworked during AAD.&lt;br /&gt;i got sick &lt;b&gt;during&lt;/b&gt; AAD. &lt;br /&gt;so much for running all around singapore to buy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and working my butt off on choral reading.&lt;br /&gt;at last being substituted by bitch x.&lt;br /&gt;i dont deserve replaced by btich x!!!&lt;br /&gt;ha.now i sound bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.went home right before choral reading.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could go home and sleeep/&lt;br /&gt;but my father sent me to yamaha. &lt;br /&gt;so much of a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.didnt complete 15 km.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of my sunday was sleeping cos im so tired and headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today got science and english tests back.&lt;br /&gt;i find myself loving chinese and math.&lt;br /&gt;and they were supposed to be my worse and most dreaded subjects.&lt;br /&gt;hey..i should now officialy put english and science as most dreaded subjects.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have a big fat pile of homework.&lt;br /&gt;2 art projects.&lt;br /&gt;1 cme project&lt;br /&gt;1 zuo ye&lt;br /&gt;1 zuo wen&lt;br /&gt;1 essay&lt;br /&gt;1 science theory wb.&lt;br /&gt;1 home ec project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there's more.&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt think about it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shouldnt go back to rgp tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i should do my hw.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like going back anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont.&lt;br /&gt;so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now gotta try to think of something to do with the cups and the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot do anything with them.&lt;br /&gt;shitt.&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;now im waiting for 9 pm.&lt;br /&gt;ai qing he yue starts.&lt;br /&gt;or i can watch spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-109386997595611222?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109386997595611222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109386997595611222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109386997595611222' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-109238553550829717</id><published>2004-08-13T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T01:30:51.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been..3 days?&lt;br /&gt;and im bored of my blogskin already.&lt;br /&gt;mahahahaa. not planning to change it. but hmm.&lt;br /&gt;after the common tests?yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screwed up my fcuking lit.&lt;br /&gt;it was the last ten mins befor i started on my 2nd essay.&lt;br /&gt;but pulled through.&lt;br /&gt;lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-today&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 3 am?&lt;br /&gt;cos my stomach was hurting like shit.&lt;br /&gt;think because of the green curry noodles. &lt;s&gt;10&lt;/s&gt; recommended.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.it hurt so much i couldnt walk to get medicine.&lt;br /&gt;and my family was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;i just waited and waited until it all went away.&lt;br /&gt;but it didnt.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;and then i saw my face.&lt;br /&gt;i've never seen myself soooo pale before.&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;and i thought. oh tian im gonna miss CT.&lt;br /&gt;happy?sad? no.just pain.&lt;br /&gt;and then when i finally could walk i found out the medicine was finished.&lt;br /&gt;yup. so tried to sleep. but no matter how i sleep still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;stupid.so went toilet again.&lt;br /&gt;after bout an hour than not pain.&lt;br /&gt;yup. and went to school feeling like i was gonna faint anytime.&lt;br /&gt;but im fine nowwww.&lt;br /&gt;all because of one 10??&lt;br /&gt;not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is im never eating green curry ever. &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo.english paper. it as all right. except for one qn.&lt;br /&gt;i hate those qns when you know the answer and you can't explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wrote crap.&lt;br /&gt;think i'll scrape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit sucked.&lt;br /&gt;i spent 30 mins on the first essay writing crap and spent 10 mins on the second essay writing more crap.&lt;br /&gt;what a crap day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am in sand's house blogging away cos she doesnt want to tell me where her 1b chi yu shou che is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind. got marshmellows to eat!&lt;br /&gt;mahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jo! ZHOU JIE LUN ROCKSS!&lt;br /&gt;his new album rocks!&lt;br /&gt;mahahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sand doesnt let me play her pokemon thingie.&lt;br /&gt;XP&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;shall find the chi yu shou che and finish studying chinese.&lt;br /&gt;and than geog.&lt;br /&gt;and than science.&lt;br /&gt;mah.&lt;br /&gt;thats my ambition of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now sand's eating ice cream without me.&lt;br /&gt;she always does that.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;cryy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woundsofwar]]`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-109238553550829717?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109238553550829717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109238553550829717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109238553550829717' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-109184150729966638</id><published>2004-08-06T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T18:42:12.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay.got time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;saturday rocks.&lt;br /&gt;without yamaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday-&lt;br /&gt;national day thing.&lt;br /&gt;so. went to school and realised people were wearing red and white.&lt;br /&gt;ok.national day celebration.&lt;br /&gt;so. so damn bored in class without dance and band ppl.&lt;br /&gt;im left with trackers, netballers, comp club ppl.&lt;br /&gt;yup.that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down. ashy actually came.&lt;br /&gt;she sprained her leg la.&lt;br /&gt;so i had to help her with every stair with every step.&lt;br /&gt;everytime she sat down.everytime she stood up&lt;br /&gt;im so darn kind. ((:&lt;br /&gt;assembly was &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;redundant&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made us stand for about 30 mins to say some &lt;u&gt;stupid&lt;/u&gt; speech.&lt;br /&gt;yup.then made us scram back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we got lame hilighters.&lt;br /&gt;we vandalised the box with it.&lt;br /&gt;its called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the shiany's and ashy's box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mehehehh.&lt;br /&gt;then went down for concert.&lt;br /&gt;quite nice la. fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band performance.&lt;br /&gt;dance performance.&lt;br /&gt;singing.&lt;br /&gt;skit?&lt;br /&gt;dance again.&lt;br /&gt;angklung.&lt;br /&gt;sing again.&lt;br /&gt;dance?&lt;br /&gt;yuppers.&lt;br /&gt;and the last dance was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;everybody was screaming for peiyi to fall off the stage.&lt;br /&gt;and lamb was doing her guniang stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the concert.&lt;br /&gt;preparing to go phua's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;in the end alot of people just escaped.&lt;br /&gt;and it got postponed till next weds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me lamb,jo,ash,sand and yan went town.&lt;br /&gt;me and sand is so pathetic. )):&lt;br /&gt;sand had $2. i had $7.(which i spent on food? $7 on food.i rock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and sand went macs to buy coke float.yup.&lt;br /&gt;but couldnt find the so called macs.&lt;br /&gt;and sand &lt;u&gt;accidently&lt;/u&gt; hit this man.&lt;br /&gt;and he said "would you for once! once! watch where you're going! and then he stared at sand"&lt;br /&gt;im like what  the heck.&lt;br /&gt;sand's back was facing you lor.&lt;br /&gt;like she could see you like that.&lt;br /&gt;maybe &lt;b&gt;he&lt;/b&gt; should say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;and its not like sand hits ppl a million times a day.&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;ha.i like to argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went yoshi to meet up with the rest of the ppl.&lt;br /&gt;its not that the coke float wasnt enough for lunch la.&lt;br /&gt;but i wanted to eat more. ((:&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; was how i spent &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; my money.&lt;br /&gt;ehheehh.&lt;br /&gt;oh.and i met my sis and cous.&lt;br /&gt;my sis lost her wallet and hanphone lor.&lt;br /&gt;stupid.and $20 that she was supposed to help me buy the jay chou cd.&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jo had this.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; low and sexay voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;first it wasnt that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then it became just the low and raspy voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and then she almost couldnt talk.&lt;br /&gt;hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with chuyun and eliz.&lt;br /&gt;and eliz bought a tamagotchi?! for chuyun!&lt;br /&gt;maahhh.i want.&lt;br /&gt;hehheh//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went cine.&lt;br /&gt;cos jeanne said &lt;strong&gt;nathan &lt;/strong&gt;was there.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we finally reached cine. nathan was goneee.&lt;br /&gt;awww..&lt;br /&gt;walked around. met jeanne. and chuyun and eliz again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went heeren.&lt;br /&gt;walked around.&lt;br /&gt;met softballers.the whole team. im damn maluated.&lt;br /&gt;all because of jo. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;kay.i shouldnt think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;im damn maluated&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.walked around.&lt;br /&gt;took a million years to take screwed uo neos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met wanyi.amy.atheena.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[raindrops are falling on my head.rain is &lt;em&gt;falling..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-109184150729966638?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109184150729966638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109184150729966638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109184150729966638' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-109162495570150494</id><published>2004-08-04T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T06:17:47.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a great urge to blog.&lt;br /&gt;now that i have finshed my skill practice 7A, 7d, 7e,7f, 8a,8b and 8c x 2&lt;br /&gt;im freeee!&lt;br /&gt;just that ermm. with &lt;u&gt;alot&lt;/u&gt; of blank qns la.&lt;br /&gt;ask 10 tmr.oh ya. havent finshed 8a. dunno the qns.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;if you dunno why im doing this pleeeeaaaasseee dont ask kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday-&lt;br /&gt;stella came.&lt;br /&gt;i actually forgot.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. not a fan. doesnt really matter.&lt;br /&gt;but i still got her autograph! (:&lt;br /&gt;thanks to sand. but i was happier to get the DJ's autograph.&lt;br /&gt;cos i listen to her programme everyday.&lt;br /&gt;and she's so darn nice.&lt;br /&gt;yup. peifen rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yup. pbl was still like half done.&lt;br /&gt;rush.rush . again.&lt;br /&gt;im not really glad our group are last minute ppl.&lt;br /&gt;yup. but anyways. mdm kala thought our idea is good. so.&lt;br /&gt;that is all that we need ya?&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo. i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;lit. double period.&lt;br /&gt;did choral reading.&lt;br /&gt;my group is all stiff and hard.&lt;br /&gt;so the movements part.&lt;br /&gt;we aree chao lan.&lt;br /&gt;keep encouraging the band and the np ppl to dance yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ms azinar came to relieve cos mrs wong had her class pbl.&lt;br /&gt;and jo was watching a movie on her tablet?!&lt;br /&gt;ok.nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog.&lt;br /&gt;shall not talk about this.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. me, peiyi and ash are in the same boat.&lt;br /&gt;during math and geog.&lt;br /&gt;i dont give a damn about math but i'll &lt;u&gt;muchhh&lt;/u&gt; harder for geog.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheena.&lt;br /&gt;was shocking period.&lt;br /&gt;spent the first 5 mins telling myself i was gonna fail for test.&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna fail!&lt;br /&gt;im gonna fail!&lt;br /&gt;ended up i had 72.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;shocked.&lt;br /&gt;shocked me.&lt;br /&gt;and shocked those ppl who know i suck at cheena.&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway.&lt;br /&gt;shocking.&lt;br /&gt;still shocked.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. lao shi then -2 points.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care! still get 70.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly 70 seems soo much more than 68.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess.&lt;br /&gt;dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;went to find my glasses i left at the library.&lt;br /&gt;then ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cs.&lt;br /&gt;spent most of the time surfing.&lt;br /&gt;actually i think i spent all the time surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math,&lt;br /&gt;lets skip this part can we?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assembly.&lt;br /&gt;late for assembly.&lt;br /&gt;darn late.&lt;br /&gt;about 10 mins late.&lt;br /&gt;because of &lt;b&gt;you know who&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assembly we had this live band play for us.&lt;br /&gt;their music is ok la.&lt;br /&gt;you hear it for the 1st time quite nice, then next song , okok.&lt;br /&gt;then the next few songs you'd rather listen to classical man.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.overall is lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concert.&lt;br /&gt;the thing that surprised me is stella actually came on time.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;and i was sitting &lt;u&gt;rightttttttt &lt;/u&gt;in front.&lt;br /&gt;the closest you can get minus 10cm.&lt;br /&gt;haa.there were AVA ppl in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt scream. ha. kept coughing throughout the concert.&lt;br /&gt;the stella fans glaring at me.&lt;br /&gt;lame la they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.first song.&lt;br /&gt;i like the first song.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the only song i like.&lt;br /&gt;but. she looked weird dancing on the stage alone.&lt;br /&gt;then..blah.&lt;br /&gt;peifen is darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;yup/&lt;br /&gt;after concert.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted her autograph!&lt;br /&gt;for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;i just want it.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;sand gave me her poster.&lt;br /&gt;shook her hand.got her autograph.&lt;br /&gt;and then ran off to get peifen's autograph.&lt;br /&gt;dance ppl sneaked out dance to get her autograph.&lt;br /&gt;ha. stupid peiyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home with adel and elephant.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you can easily gamble your life away&lt;br /&gt;Second after second And day by day&lt;br /&gt;You play the game or you walk away&lt;br /&gt;It's a new turn on a blue day&lt;br /&gt;And a cool deal of life for me&lt;br /&gt;And it's all good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier&lt;br /&gt;I know that the clubs are weapons of war&lt;br /&gt;I know that diamonds mean money for this art&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the shape of my heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-109162495570150494?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109162495570150494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109162495570150494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109162495570150494' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-109123592870127269</id><published>2004-07-30T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T18:05:28.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont like my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;mahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;crezsoftball is champion?&lt;br /&gt;actually i know they will win la.&lt;br /&gt;winning strike or something.&lt;br /&gt;play six games win six games.&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;show tk bitches man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. going sand's house later.&lt;br /&gt;does sand even know im going to her house a not?&lt;br /&gt;sand! im going your house kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday-&lt;br /&gt;erm. i dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;was finals le.agianst tk. 4 years champion&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go.&lt;br /&gt;and then i found out i had PFT.&lt;br /&gt;oh shooooot.&lt;br /&gt;later i get in trouble with the team again.&lt;br /&gt;mahh. then i went to ask.&lt;br /&gt;said dont miss napfa.&lt;br /&gt;so wentt to seven eleven.&lt;br /&gt;and then i fell!&lt;br /&gt;wahhh!~i fell.&lt;br /&gt;actually not that pain la.&lt;br /&gt;i fell on stone.&lt;br /&gt;on the bridge near the condo there.&lt;br /&gt;then i thought it was ok la. just a few scratches.&lt;br /&gt;then when i was walking across the road, it started bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;alot.&lt;br /&gt;kay.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. bleed nevermind la.&lt;br /&gt;i realised i could dont take PFT.&lt;br /&gt;wahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;budden i decided to take.&lt;br /&gt;that's the later part of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went seven eleven. bought cup noodles.&lt;br /&gt;then went toilet to clean wound la.&lt;br /&gt;cos the ex-red crosser miss tan peiyi said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised it was closed down.&lt;br /&gt;for washing.&lt;br /&gt;my tian.&lt;br /&gt;so just ate and went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ask more red crossers.&lt;br /&gt;ask me to go see their seniors.&lt;br /&gt;the last thing i wanna do is see seniors.&lt;br /&gt;sooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to do PFT.&lt;br /&gt;here's my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuttle run: 11.5 B&lt;br /&gt;sit up:          33   A&lt;br /&gt;jump :          173 A&lt;br /&gt;sit + reach: 47   A&lt;br /&gt;icp            : 18    A&lt;br /&gt;2.4 run     : 1452 B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4 i missed 1 second to A?&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt have walked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i still get gold.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;unenthu, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. becoming guaier now.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;haaa. cos moni said i am worse then a monster.&lt;br /&gt;(hello! you slacker then me kay!)&lt;br /&gt;so yay!blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-109123592870127269?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109123592870127269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109123592870127269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109123592870127269' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-109092905783667601</id><published>2004-07-27T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T04:50:57.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am blogging.(what?)&lt;br /&gt;with chinese and science test and overdue geog,math and chinese homewk on my back.&lt;br /&gt;i am banging my head on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;bangbangbang.&lt;br /&gt;this thing is soooo bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shant bother to blog about other days kay? just today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today-&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why la! i wanted mass run?&lt;br /&gt;adel!! you're influencing me!&lt;br /&gt;kay.&lt;br /&gt;mass run was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;i think was supposed to meet bernette at the flag pole but i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;she said after mass run. so i guess the meeting was cancelled with the mass run.&lt;br /&gt;but im still worrying.&lt;br /&gt;kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths-&lt;br /&gt;i listened?!&lt;br /&gt;and learnt nothing?!&lt;br /&gt;cos erm. i listened to the topic i knew already.&lt;br /&gt;and i missed the one i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit-&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what we did. i really forgot.&lt;br /&gt;i think i took down notes for coming test i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english-&lt;br /&gt;i was darn headache.&lt;br /&gt;so i just played around with peiyi.&lt;br /&gt;and peiyi was like.&lt;br /&gt;typing her letter to her angel on her tablet.&lt;br /&gt;(this is called technology)&lt;br /&gt;fahhhaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess-&lt;br /&gt;i ate and ate and ate.&lt;br /&gt;if i starve and then gorge myself like this im gonna get fat.&lt;br /&gt;like sand!&lt;br /&gt;haa!&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the lesson after that?&lt;br /&gt;ermm/&lt;br /&gt;oh science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science-&lt;br /&gt;was at the prac lab.&lt;br /&gt;and i was trying to act as gu niang as lammie is.&lt;br /&gt;my tian!&lt;br /&gt;lammie is gu niang without even trying to!&lt;br /&gt;kay.&lt;br /&gt;some ppl made our sink rusty cos they were playing with iron fillings.&lt;br /&gt;me and jo had to scrub it out? stupid ppl.&lt;br /&gt;smuggled filter paper out. its so cute.&lt;br /&gt;for some reason. maybe cos its round..&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheena-&lt;br /&gt;was trying to finish my short story.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shouldnt have chose a story so long that after 4 pages im still in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;chinese is really redundant these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 1.30-&lt;br /&gt;had to stay back to teach some ppl the choral reading steps.&lt;br /&gt;and we were supposed to be in the PAT by 1.45.&lt;br /&gt;so rush rush rush.&lt;br /&gt;was still late.&lt;br /&gt;it was already 1.45 by the time we finished and packed up.&lt;br /&gt;so me, and moni ran to the PAT.&lt;br /&gt;but we didnt reach the PAT&lt;br /&gt;cos a &lt;s&gt;fcuking&lt;/s&gt; bitch has to bother about how we are not ladylike in our walking.&lt;br /&gt;we're like: WHAT??!!&lt;br /&gt;*^(&amp;%(^(*)&amp;amp;)()(*(&amp;&amp;amp;^((*&amp;(*&amp;amp;*(&lt;br /&gt;yes. that was how we were like.&lt;br /&gt;in our minds la!&lt;br /&gt;anyway chia bitch screamed for us to stand outside G2.&lt;br /&gt;and asked us to think about how to walk ladylike.&lt;br /&gt;what?!!&lt;br /&gt;-bangs head on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;we are &lt;u&gt;rushing&lt;/u&gt; for time missy!&lt;br /&gt;whoever heard of anyone who would just walk slowly and &lt;em&gt;ladylike&lt;/em&gt; to our destination.&lt;br /&gt;this fcuking teacher doesnt have a reasonable brain.&lt;br /&gt;our words cannot seem to penetrate her thick skull in her stupid overlarge head.&lt;br /&gt;the details shall not go into la.&lt;br /&gt;she asked us to stand outside the GO ocs moni accidently laughed when she asked us to read the vision of CGS.&lt;br /&gt;the vision..&lt;br /&gt;no wonder moni laughed.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. she didnt really let us stand outside the GO.&lt;br /&gt;just stood outside the staffroom for a while.&lt;br /&gt;asked for our names(demerited?) and form teacher.&lt;br /&gt;i really dont give a damn if i get a demerit or if she tells mdm kala.&lt;br /&gt;just that we're wronged for a lamest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine.went for choral reading.&lt;br /&gt;was ok.&lt;br /&gt;i kept forgetting my steps!&lt;br /&gt;but i think we did ok la.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-109092905783667601?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109092905783667601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109092905783667601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109092905783667601' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-109031229481956933</id><published>2004-07-20T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T01:31:34.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im considering the fact that maybe i &lt;u&gt;am&lt;/u&gt; too anti-social&lt;br /&gt;or what my dad says i am.&lt;br /&gt;am i anti-social?!&lt;br /&gt;not to c2 ppl at least.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;ok nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;i will make this quick.&lt;br /&gt;i still have my &lt;u&gt;ying yong wen&lt;/u&gt; which is i think 2 weeks due.&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;how me and peiyi can actually escape chinese reps.&lt;br /&gt;and mini science test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;and chinese revision.&lt;br /&gt;and math hw.&lt;br /&gt;i shall imagine im superwoman or something.&lt;br /&gt;and finish my letter also.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;(: i decided to be spiderman instead of superwoman.&lt;br /&gt;spiderman!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-today&lt;br /&gt;mass run.&lt;br /&gt;was ok.&lt;br /&gt;i think im finally getting used to mass run.&lt;br /&gt;is it a good or bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-lit.&lt;br /&gt;joycelyn saved my life.&lt;br /&gt;haaa.didnt do the charles thingie.&lt;br /&gt;but&amp;nbsp;she gave me a copy.&lt;br /&gt;dididadad passed.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-geog.&lt;br /&gt;the relieve teacher is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;once again had to read myself.&lt;br /&gt;so i tried to do my letter.&lt;br /&gt;im really really wordless these days.&lt;br /&gt;all i did was write the name on top.&lt;br /&gt;i can't be more fast ya.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-cheena.&lt;br /&gt;lao shi gave us some stupid ting xie.&lt;br /&gt;left thousands of blanks.&lt;br /&gt;mostly cos i din hear the words.&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;and another reason cos i was rushing homewk.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-recess.&lt;br /&gt;my tian.&lt;br /&gt;sand is obsessing over..&lt;br /&gt;i shall write this name big and fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;my tian.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i was&amp;nbsp;staring at (bimbotic) sand.&lt;br /&gt;and she said "stop looking at me like that la!i am not that pretty kay!"&lt;br /&gt;er...-.-"&lt;br /&gt;and then moni said something really really good.&lt;br /&gt;"eh.you cannot so ego leh.like nathan say its what's inside that counts"&lt;br /&gt;oh my god!!&lt;br /&gt;struck sand's achilles heel!&lt;br /&gt;wahhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;cos nathan said to her in msn that its what inside that counts lor!&lt;br /&gt;flirtatious sand.&lt;br /&gt;flirt.&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;haaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;cs-&lt;br /&gt;was the damnest boring period.&lt;br /&gt;at least had internet connection&lt;br /&gt;downloaded this chio screensaver!&lt;br /&gt;its damn chio.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;math-&lt;br /&gt;i shan't comment.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;assem-&lt;br /&gt;shan't comment either.&lt;br /&gt;was kinda boring.&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;after that.&lt;br /&gt;i (kindly) accompanied moni to stay after school.&lt;br /&gt;im so damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;-ego-&lt;br /&gt;but also waste of time la..&lt;br /&gt;couldnt go online either.&lt;br /&gt;went back at 2.30.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;work time.x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-109031229481956933?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109031229481956933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109031229481956933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109031229481956933' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-109024508487745084</id><published>2004-07-19T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T06:51:24.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't be bothered with ying yong wen.&lt;br /&gt;let lois kill peiyi for all i care..&lt;br /&gt;haa.no la peiyi.won't let you suffer.will do tmr kay.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i think i din blog yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;shall not blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;-today.&lt;br /&gt;phau fuckks.&lt;br /&gt;fuckass.&lt;br /&gt;my tian!&lt;br /&gt;just fuck him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;fcuk&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;kay..&lt;br /&gt;first lesson.&lt;br /&gt;geog.&lt;br /&gt;the relieve teacher//&lt;br /&gt;just say im clueless about what she is talking about.&lt;br /&gt;had to read the textbook myself.&lt;br /&gt;and ash was trying to smuggle music into her ears.&lt;br /&gt;gave up at last.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;maths//&lt;br /&gt;i'll say it again.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll say it a million times if you want me to.&lt;br /&gt;phua fuckks.&lt;br /&gt;and i never forget ppl who accuse me of doing something i obviously din.&lt;br /&gt;fuck him.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;he made me sit at the back of the class !&lt;br /&gt;what! i mean i was just talking to ashy.&lt;br /&gt;and its like we finished copying our notes.&lt;br /&gt;and i was trying to do something to my tablet.&lt;br /&gt;and he asks me to go to the back.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;hello!!!&lt;br /&gt;and he called me and ash out to talk to us.&lt;br /&gt;some crap about we were talking very loudly and ashy was whistling.&lt;br /&gt;i was like;thinking.."what the fuckin hell! when did ashy even whistle la?!"&lt;br /&gt;and then ashy started staring at phua cos &lt;b&gt;he&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;accused&lt;/u&gt; her!&lt;br /&gt;i mean ashy doesnt even know &lt;u&gt;how&lt;/u&gt; to whistle!&lt;br /&gt;i think we were to pissed to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;and phua actually thought we were having silent laughter.&lt;br /&gt;he was like" stop laughing.its not funny.if you like to whistle so much i'll make you stand in front of the staff room and whistle to every teacher since you like whistling so much"&lt;br /&gt;and we stared even more.&lt;br /&gt;and he says"and i mean it"&lt;br /&gt;and i stared even more.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i mean what the fcuking hell!&lt;br /&gt;when did we EVER laugh!&lt;br /&gt;and when did we EVEN whistle!!&lt;br /&gt;ashy said something about called shuqiao and looks like she is whistling or some shit&lt;br /&gt;but as i said.&lt;br /&gt;too pissed to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;so now.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot talk.&lt;br /&gt;not even discuss or even &lt;u&gt;hear&lt;/u&gt; ashy talk.&lt;br /&gt;some fuckass teacher.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not comment more.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;recess.//&lt;br /&gt;was still pissing over phua incident.&lt;br /&gt;moni is laughing at my pissed off face..&lt;br /&gt;-.-".no. i dont appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;cme//&lt;br /&gt;watched this 30 seconds clip of i not stupid and had to do a report.&lt;br /&gt;some (s)hit report.&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;science//&lt;br /&gt;ms azinar wasnt here.&lt;br /&gt;fooled around and finished some hw.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;english//&lt;br /&gt;did some ee peng liang presentation.&lt;br /&gt;yupp.&lt;br /&gt;that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-109024508487745084?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109024508487745084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109024508487745084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109024508487745084' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-109022312511888631</id><published>2004-07-19T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T00:46:53.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;heyhey.. &lt;br /&gt;my blog is officialy not dead now. &lt;br /&gt;bye// &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;(and the new blogger is nicee!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-109022312511888631?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109022312511888631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/109022312511888631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109022312511888631' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108979625516189953</id><published>2004-07-14T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T02:10:55.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyho(:!!&lt;br /&gt;now im happy.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i would suffer in yesterday's state of depression forever&lt;br /&gt;but today's better! (:&lt;br /&gt;thanks to erm..&lt;br /&gt;moni!&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im at sand's house.&lt;br /&gt;with the official pbl partners.&lt;br /&gt;shuqiao, monica lee and sandra chong(sum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sleep?&lt;br /&gt;that's all i can think about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yesterday&lt;br /&gt;dont remember eh..&lt;br /&gt;oh. the first time i wanted mass run.&lt;br /&gt;weird but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;but then i realised i didnt like to run.&lt;br /&gt;haaaaaaa-&lt;br /&gt;ran with jo and peiyi.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you i was dreading that day.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday i mean.&lt;br /&gt;it is the &lt;u&gt;worst&lt;/u&gt; day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;i kept feeling sickk the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;just erm.keep shouting at others.&lt;br /&gt;im damn sorry kay.&lt;br /&gt;i shant tell you why i felt so stupid that day. X)&lt;br /&gt;anyway.at least i had my tablet's company that day!&lt;br /&gt;fahhaaa.&lt;br /&gt;used it for geog.&lt;br /&gt;and its damn useful for geog.&lt;br /&gt;but the damned school hasnt put up the wireless network.&lt;br /&gt;heh.im asking too much eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit.&lt;br /&gt;okok.&lt;br /&gt;i actually forgotten what we did!&lt;br /&gt;oh.the charles thing.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not suffer from STM (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheena!&lt;br /&gt;cjh is finally back man!~&lt;br /&gt;i miss her!&lt;br /&gt;just that i havent finshed her zuo wen, ying yong wen and her zuo ye yet.&lt;br /&gt;yes im pro.&lt;br /&gt;i told you i have been sleeping too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess.&lt;br /&gt;wa kao.&lt;br /&gt;sand went straight to her seniors to show her tablet laa.&lt;br /&gt;my tian.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;i shant bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cs.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to be some tablet course la.&lt;br /&gt;but it seems that the teacher speaks a form of complicated alien communication language which the students do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;so smart samrt adelene yeo taught us the way to unplug the internet connection from the existing computers.&lt;br /&gt;so we spent the whole lesson surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;nice ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stand this man.&lt;br /&gt;even if i was willing to learn,&lt;br /&gt;im not willing to accept that man.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shouldnt use "man".&lt;br /&gt;i donno.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;assembly.&lt;br /&gt;sort of.&lt;br /&gt;class interation.&lt;br /&gt;counciller voting.&lt;br /&gt;i shall announce who i voted for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)chee shan&lt;br /&gt;2)karen&lt;br /&gt;3)yanting&lt;br /&gt;4)lydia&lt;br /&gt;5)joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay.&lt;br /&gt;if i din vote for you its cos i have no more options.&lt;br /&gt;so.im sorry.(sand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting betrayed isnt a fun thing.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;they just simply forgot.&lt;br /&gt;fuckasses.&lt;br /&gt;some excuse.&lt;br /&gt;im not bothering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus i went for choral reading.&lt;br /&gt;and i screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;shitt.&lt;br /&gt;wrong steps.wromng blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;im surprised mr m found it good.&lt;br /&gt;i think that is what "you are 3/4 done" means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt go home after that.&lt;br /&gt;went to the library.&lt;br /&gt;talktalktalk.&lt;br /&gt;then went home.&lt;br /&gt;in a slow, depressing way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betrayers.&lt;br /&gt;fcuk you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today-&lt;br /&gt;now i remember better.&lt;br /&gt;woke up thinking its saturday and didnt bother to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;then i realised sat would be oral.&lt;br /&gt;shit.so.i have to wake up!!!&lt;br /&gt;stupid.and i slept at 10 yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;and couldnt wake up.&lt;br /&gt;i should sleep less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at school.&lt;br /&gt;assembly.&lt;br /&gt;some lame skit.&lt;br /&gt;really lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then er..english.&lt;br /&gt;wemt through oral stuff.&lt;br /&gt;im convinced im gonna screw up for oral.&lt;br /&gt;im totally wordless these days.&lt;br /&gt;and my cough?its not getting any better.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;then cheena.//&lt;br /&gt;read my book.&lt;br /&gt;so nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe//&lt;br /&gt;i really din die after 2.4&lt;br /&gt;it was my leg which dieded.&lt;br /&gt;i shall hate my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess//&lt;br /&gt;drank and drank and drank&lt;br /&gt;and sand and lamb were crazy over those ACS boys&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;once again sand.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not bother.&lt;br /&gt;and my cousin was there?&lt;br /&gt;as in the acs boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ca//&lt;br /&gt;so nice laa.&lt;br /&gt;we did spray painting.&lt;br /&gt;just that i had constant headache after spraying.&lt;br /&gt;nicenice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science//&lt;br /&gt;im rushing to finish.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and i am!&lt;br /&gt;science.&lt;br /&gt;some extremely complicated thing about elements.&lt;br /&gt;kay!!!&lt;br /&gt;finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spiderman spiderman spiderman!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108979625516189953?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108979625516189953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108979625516189953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108979625516189953' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108964025030673034</id><published>2004-07-12T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T06:52:03.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im going to die of tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;or excessive sleeping or something.&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;24 hours a day!&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall blog properly for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-today.&lt;br /&gt;some hit day.&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;br /&gt;came to school without any hw done.&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt bother to do it then.&lt;br /&gt;followed lamb to see some teacher.&lt;br /&gt;and she kept singing that sexbomb song!&lt;br /&gt;0.o&lt;br /&gt;the complex dirty minded mind.&lt;br /&gt;asembly.daaaa.&lt;br /&gt;geog.&lt;br /&gt;ok la..&lt;br /&gt;half the time im like.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck is she talking about man!&lt;br /&gt;but really.&lt;br /&gt;besides joycelyn trying to do imitation of spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"(will ruin your image eh joycelyn)&lt;br /&gt;its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thenn.erm.&lt;br /&gt;math.phua din come.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what did i do.&lt;br /&gt;haaa.&lt;br /&gt;i think i spent the whole lesson asking monica lee pei jie to stay at her seat and shut up and stop going to shuqiao there.&lt;br /&gt;ya.i think i did just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess.&lt;br /&gt;spent 20mins figuring what to eat.&lt;br /&gt;me and peiyi are just to indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english--.&lt;br /&gt;dieded through.&lt;br /&gt;oral this week though.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how come they didnt evn tell us 2 weeks in advance.&lt;br /&gt;shit ppl they all.&lt;br /&gt;im still slacking in some kind of stupid heaven.&lt;br /&gt;stressed man.&lt;br /&gt;homewk.softball.choral.messiness of my bedroom.parents.family.sleep!&lt;br /&gt;fcuk la!!&lt;br /&gt;im becoming vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;im a gone case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science.&lt;br /&gt;ms azinar pissed off cos apparently we din have the &lt;b&gt;official&lt;/b&gt; timetable.&lt;br /&gt;and we were late.&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm.&lt;br /&gt;erm.&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand what atoms what..&lt;br /&gt;what?!&lt;br /&gt;i shant understand it&lt;br /&gt;but i shall.&lt;br /&gt;im making less sense by the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then el again.&lt;br /&gt;we did some research in the library for this eeu peng liang guy.&lt;br /&gt;the problem is i've never even heard of him and he has a whole thick book.&lt;br /&gt;and we are wondering where is yusof bin ishak's thick book.&lt;br /&gt;and we never found it.&lt;br /&gt;gits.&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;decided to do on eeu peng liang guy instead.&lt;br /&gt;just photocopied some of those pictures and that spiderman mag.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got tablet locker code.&lt;br /&gt;mine is right at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;nice luck right?&lt;br /&gt;i feel lucky already.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want tomorrow to &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt; come.&lt;br /&gt;but what will come will come.&lt;br /&gt;and it will come when it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tian.&lt;br /&gt;im (s)hitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108964025030673034?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108964025030673034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108964025030673034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108964025030673034' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108929403928386098</id><published>2004-07-08T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T06:42:39.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>template on construction.&lt;br /&gt;heh//&lt;br /&gt;art time now.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108929403928386098?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108929403928386098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108929403928386098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108929403928386098' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108903600798695449</id><published>2004-07-05T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T07:00:07.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shouldnt be blogging ya.&lt;br /&gt;i should be doing my hw.&lt;br /&gt;heh.i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;but i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spiderman is wayy cool.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; to watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;jo.its totally not draggy!&lt;br /&gt;i want more!&lt;br /&gt;moremoremoremoremore.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;its quite funny also.&lt;br /&gt;but the funniest part is my &lt;u&gt;grandma&lt;/u&gt; crushing tobey macguire.&lt;br /&gt;ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;she say he is damn yan dao.&lt;br /&gt;whatever la--&lt;br /&gt;but its wayyyyyyyyy cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;the action parts are too cool.&lt;br /&gt;too cool.&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; should really go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;reallyreally.&lt;br /&gt;its the bestest movie.&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;maybe after lord of the rings and troy.&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are too many ppl out on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;saw like a million ppl;&lt;br /&gt;waving hi to me until i blur.&lt;br /&gt;im blur enough without specs kay.&lt;br /&gt;and michelle ling running away from my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.i havent filed my lit file.&lt;br /&gt;i find im missing 70% of file contents.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot be a better thrasher.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;spiderman.spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;spiderman.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108903600798695449?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108903600798695449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108903600798695449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108903600798695449' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108899053145567142</id><published>2004-07-04T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T06:44:07.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spidermanspiderman..&lt;br /&gt;fahhaaa.&lt;br /&gt;im so obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nicest newspaper article!&lt;br /&gt;on spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;(told you im obsessed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are other superheroes,to be sure, and they all have appeal. everyone knows superman,batman,wonder woman.&lt;br /&gt;even people who have never picked up a comic book before know superman's "up,up and away!" and the catchphrases of the other heroes.&lt;br /&gt;but no superhero has ever captured our hearts like spider-man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what magic did stan lee and steve dikto unearth when they created the web-spinner in 1962, and why does it still touch us so deeply until today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, to put it in another way, did the first spiderman movie make close to US $1billion and why is the sequel poised to make even more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we always refer to spidey as "the regular guy superhero". &lt;br /&gt;he really could be anyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;to be superman, you had to come from another planet.&lt;br /&gt;to be wonder woman, you had to be born a mythological amazon princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to be spiderman, you just had to be bitten by a radio-active spider.&lt;br /&gt;(hey,it could happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you didnt need to be from a superhero race.&lt;br /&gt;you just had to have it happen to you,and we all have things happen to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when the spider gave peter parker his powers, he did what any of us would have done.&lt;br /&gt;he didnt go out and fight crime straight away.&lt;br /&gt;he set out to make some money for his uncle and aunt.&lt;br /&gt;and also to have a few bucks to enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was just a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;but when his uncle got murdered,things suddenly got serious.&lt;br /&gt;peter captured the killer and realised that"with great power there must also come with great responsibility". &lt;br /&gt;end of fun,time to get serious right?&lt;br /&gt;wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because no matter how bad things get for parker, he always approached his responsibilties the way we all do- ambivalent and complaining all the way. sure, he felt responsibility to use his powers for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he wanted to have fun-cos,really, how could swinging through the canyonsof new york not be fun?! sometimes he loved being spiderman, sometimes he hated it. sometimes he turned his back on it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but his sense of responsibility brought him back.&lt;br /&gt;and that's all we'd like to think we'd do in his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the 40 years since spiderman's creation, spiderman changed the landscape of superheroes.&lt;br /&gt;they had to be pure of heart, but they were allowed to slip from perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the hulk represents rage, superman optism, batman revenge, spiderman, more than any other superhero,represents heart.&lt;br /&gt;and that's the key, i think ,to its rising popularity.&lt;br /&gt;he's not embarassed or ashamed of it, nor should we be of our own striving to the better than we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's spiderman's greatest super-power.&lt;br /&gt;and ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;why am i so motivated?&lt;br /&gt;rah--&lt;br /&gt;doing my hw.&lt;br /&gt;while waiting to watch spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;im good--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like the new skin.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah..to tag you click the picture kay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108899053145567142?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108899053145567142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108899053145567142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108899053145567142' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108876619109267059</id><published>2004-07-02T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T04:03:11.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rahhh--.&lt;br /&gt;god doesnt want me to have my tablet pc.&lt;br /&gt;its not f.a.i.r&lt;br /&gt;mommy i want my tablet pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall heed adel's advice and pretend everyone is taking back empty boxes and we are &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; getting tablets next tuesday ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;trallaaa.&lt;br /&gt;thought i was getting the stoopid tablet pc.&lt;br /&gt;grr--&lt;br /&gt;and i dont have it.&lt;br /&gt;bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rained again.&lt;br /&gt;good.no run.&lt;br /&gt;played around in class.&lt;br /&gt;then english.&lt;br /&gt;lamb drew the scary doll;s face.&lt;br /&gt;falalaaa.&lt;br /&gt;its really scary la.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;cos i drew the rest.&lt;br /&gt;-winks.&lt;br /&gt;the english teacher saw mme.&lt;br /&gt;ehheeh.&lt;br /&gt;think she wanted to scold me but decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;sorry--.&lt;br /&gt;was going throught exam summary paper?&lt;br /&gt;we were all like: can meh?!&lt;br /&gt;think we crapped for the rest of the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home ec is shit.&lt;br /&gt;you can just roll of the chair and start snoring.&lt;br /&gt;weird teacher also.&lt;br /&gt;think i was half asleep through the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;rahh--.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe.&lt;br /&gt;wah!samat's in a good mood!&lt;br /&gt;and when he is a good mood;&lt;br /&gt;that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;no 2.4 running.&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;ate long recess.&lt;br /&gt;was bored so went to play in the monet lab.&lt;br /&gt;im surprised that mr chew(chew) let us play.&lt;br /&gt;good mood i guess.&lt;br /&gt;how come everyone in good mood?!&lt;br /&gt;i not in good mood.&lt;br /&gt;i want my tablett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concert.&lt;br /&gt;ultra boring.&lt;br /&gt;considering the fact that 90% was watching ppl do aerobics.&lt;br /&gt;dunno what shit.&lt;br /&gt;why aerobics.&lt;br /&gt;just dance can liao right?&lt;br /&gt;daaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concert &lt;u&gt;end&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;but&lt;/u&gt; still no &lt;b&gt;tablet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;was wuliao.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to wait for moni get her tablet.&lt;br /&gt;was chased out by ms chua.&lt;br /&gt;went to canteen.&lt;br /&gt;hey.its weird seeing top 16 play.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;ahaa.&lt;br /&gt;crapped with adel.&lt;br /&gt;ushered lava out of the school.&lt;br /&gt;and ushered jeanne and moni.&lt;br /&gt;told you we were crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;returned to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;where we ought to belong.&lt;br /&gt;adel! i still dunno who is constipated!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sleep la!&lt;br /&gt;the idiot phone keep ringing once i lie down.&lt;br /&gt;idiot.&lt;br /&gt;rahh--&lt;br /&gt;and i threw away the tissue box in the rubbish chute.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;im dead blur now that im tired.&lt;br /&gt;i hate rubbish chutes.&lt;br /&gt;once you throw it away you cannot retrieve it back.&lt;br /&gt;i hate irreversible stuff.&lt;br /&gt;bahh-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall be ultra guai and do my cheena and geog hw.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; sad i dun have my tablet.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt; books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108876619109267059?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108876619109267059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108876619109267059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108876619109267059' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108867499212824501</id><published>2004-07-01T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T02:43:12.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waito!&lt;br /&gt;tablet is coming to me tmr!&lt;br /&gt;thats something i can be happy for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108867499212824501?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108867499212824501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108867499212824501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108867499212824501' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108867473330510896</id><published>2004-07-01T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T03:46:17.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally found time to blog!!&lt;br /&gt;wahhaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo tired.&lt;br /&gt;havent slept &lt;u&gt;well enough&lt;/u&gt; these few days.&lt;br /&gt;been rushing hw.&lt;br /&gt;ehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets do some recaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;erm..i cannot remember.&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;this relieve teacher came in.&lt;br /&gt;heng its not ms siow.&lt;br /&gt;she let us play games.&lt;br /&gt;ermm.&lt;br /&gt;im christiano ronaldo.&lt;br /&gt;who the heck is that?!&lt;br /&gt;ok fine.&lt;br /&gt;lamb is astroboy?!!&lt;br /&gt;and jo is william hung!&lt;br /&gt;sand erm.phua chukang?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;shall accept my fate.&lt;br /&gt;forgot everything.&lt;br /&gt;had cs. totally crapped around.&lt;br /&gt;helped shuqiao with her blog.&lt;br /&gt;thats all i think.&lt;br /&gt;then free math period.&lt;br /&gt;but i had to do this tablet pc thing.&lt;br /&gt;what de!&lt;br /&gt;i mean i had to wait there for 45 mins just to be asked what is my index no.??&lt;br /&gt;my gawd.&lt;br /&gt;stupid ppl.&lt;br /&gt;cannot bother to check themselves.&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school went out with peiyi.&lt;br /&gt;damn maluating kay.&lt;br /&gt;she said she wanted to go imm.&lt;br /&gt;hai..&lt;br /&gt;peiyi and her weirdo ideas.&lt;br /&gt;so we took mrt to jurong east and then when we came out--&lt;br /&gt;she din noe how to go to imm.&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;so we went popular first&lt;br /&gt;dadada.&lt;br /&gt;went across the street.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to take the taxi but peiyi said she can take the shuttle bus.&lt;br /&gt;but where the heck is the shuttle bus?!&lt;br /&gt;so we hailed a taxi la.&lt;br /&gt;but then peiyi changed her mind.say dun want to waste money.&lt;br /&gt;so we had to act as if we accidently stick out our hands.&lt;br /&gt;at last the shuttle bus came.&lt;br /&gt;and we were save.&lt;br /&gt;ate.bought flower for moni.went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;spiderman 2 has finally opened--&lt;br /&gt;wahhaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;but shits.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt watch.&lt;br /&gt;was broke.&lt;br /&gt;rachel lau stole my money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dadadadadaaa&lt;br /&gt;cannot remember at all..&lt;br /&gt;stm.shittt.&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;we did our science song thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;dont laugh can.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt stop laughing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall type out the lyrics i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics written by: lamb ,sand,ash and shian.&lt;br /&gt;sing along to: willaim hung/ricky martin: she bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vertebrates.&lt;br /&gt;they have backbones.&lt;br /&gt;and they are mammals fish and birds.&lt;br /&gt;we humans too are somewhat like them.&lt;br /&gt;vertebrates(yeah baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(forgot.ehehhe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;backbone! backbone!&lt;br /&gt;oh baby oh back bone backbone!(going crazy)&lt;br /&gt;(daaaa.forgot again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invertebrates.&lt;br /&gt;they have no backbone.&lt;br /&gt;they are crab and je;;yfish.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if the plants are the same.&lt;br /&gt;invertebrates.(yeah baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(forgot.something about fungi.and bacteria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus 2:&lt;br /&gt;bacteria bacteria!&lt;br /&gt;oh baby oh virus virus! (going crazy)&lt;br /&gt;(I DUNNO!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;br /&gt;im laughing myslef to tears.&lt;br /&gt;wahaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;ok.ok.&lt;br /&gt;after school went to moni's house.&lt;br /&gt;i am actually not supposed to be there la.&lt;br /&gt;then moni wanted me to go.&lt;br /&gt;so she called her mum and i vould go!&lt;br /&gt;oh yay!&lt;br /&gt;(go her house do homework ah.)&lt;br /&gt;my tian.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you moni's house is damn neat lor!!&lt;br /&gt;you will &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; find so much as an ant there lor!&lt;br /&gt;its so damn clean.&lt;br /&gt;so damn neat.&lt;br /&gt;and she has no maid or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i did my art.&lt;br /&gt;ate alot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;din bother to do my compo.&lt;br /&gt;fooled around.&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;im so indescriptive.&lt;br /&gt;cant bebothered.&lt;br /&gt;gonna sleep liao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;finally today.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 2 in the morning tried to finish compo.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna faint with tiredness soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermm.mass run was cancelled again!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;haaaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;brought my equipment kept it in class.&lt;br /&gt;too lazy bring to school every training.&lt;br /&gt;jo gave me these chio &lt;u&gt;apple green&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;reebok&lt;/b&gt; slippers!!&lt;br /&gt;i love jo and yan!!!&lt;br /&gt;yan you must not die kay!&lt;br /&gt;you must survive the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;gum surgery.&lt;br /&gt;jiayou!!&lt;br /&gt;math forst two periods.&lt;br /&gt;phua finally came!&lt;br /&gt;dunno what he said.&lt;br /&gt;was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;half asleep.&lt;br /&gt;then.lit.&lt;br /&gt;had to summon energy to do choral reading.&lt;br /&gt;grr--&lt;br /&gt;my god.&lt;br /&gt;my group like all have two left feet like that.&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind la.]&lt;br /&gt;shall train them more.&lt;br /&gt;and the stupid so called performance is a beeg fat failure.&lt;br /&gt;whooots--&lt;br /&gt;screwed up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then engleesh.&lt;br /&gt;wonderful subject.&lt;br /&gt;bitchy teacher with a brazillian husband.&lt;br /&gt;horny glasses.&lt;br /&gt;whoooottt--&lt;br /&gt;ehehehh.&lt;br /&gt;endured 2 periods of english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess.&lt;br /&gt;finally.was dead hungry.&lt;br /&gt;but when i reached the canteen din noe wad the heck to buy.&lt;br /&gt;its always like this.&lt;br /&gt;why isnt the noodle shop open?!&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;bought the textbook and went up to classroom liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;endured another two periods of science.&lt;br /&gt;lucky we played some game to kill time and boredom.&lt;br /&gt;or i would have rolled onto the floor and start sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheena.&lt;br /&gt;torture.&lt;br /&gt;this stupid woman with long hands long legs long neck and square face is making bitch x look innocent man.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;she is so young and she is so talkative and naggy already.&lt;br /&gt;isnt bitch x innocent now?!&lt;br /&gt;grr--&lt;br /&gt;she wont shut her mouth man.&lt;br /&gt;shut!&lt;br /&gt;grr--&lt;br /&gt;i think she saw me sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yays!&lt;br /&gt;now i only have cheena and geog hw.&lt;br /&gt;im hungreee.&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and moni were being fickle again.&lt;br /&gt;walking around the canteen until we could make up our mind.&lt;br /&gt;ehehhh.&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;br /&gt;finally..&lt;br /&gt;me can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[senorita`&lt;br /&gt;mr j.t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108867473330510896?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108867473330510896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108867473330510896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108867473330510896' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108842319276052862</id><published>2004-06-28T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T04:46:32.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid sand.&lt;br /&gt;how can you get troy dvd without me!!&lt;br /&gt;--sobs.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like you.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like you!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108842319276052862?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108842319276052862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108842319276052862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108842319276052862' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108842286494756584</id><published>2004-06-28T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T04:55:47.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helloos.&lt;br /&gt;cannot believe im blogging.&lt;br /&gt;with 1 compo.3 newspaper articles im supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;all in the day's work of shiany.&lt;br /&gt;haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-today-&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;look.can everybody stop asking me to why i cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;simple.my mum wanted me to kay.&lt;br /&gt;not like i like my hair alot.&lt;br /&gt;(bitchified)&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;dadadaaa.&lt;br /&gt;went to school.my dad was mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;cos my pe t shirt wasnt dry?&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;well.he said why i din prepare the shirt beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;well.even if i DID prepare it beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't be dry now right?&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes we have to keep our mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.school.&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;especially the overeactions from sandra chong and joyce ng.&lt;br /&gt;(SHIANY!!!what happened to your hair...)&lt;br /&gt;dadadaaa.&lt;br /&gt;shall not bother.&lt;br /&gt;thanks peiyi for that heart donut thingie.&lt;br /&gt;just that erm.so many ppl hugged it its dirty now.&lt;br /&gt;and moni!!&lt;br /&gt;for that giraffe thingie.&lt;br /&gt;and sand..&lt;br /&gt;for that erm.orlando bloom article and donkey pencilcase.&lt;br /&gt;and waffie.yepp.&lt;br /&gt;love ya kay.&lt;br /&gt;and sis for the bloody purse.which is really bloody,literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im obsessed with spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;ah...&lt;br /&gt;spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait cann!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch!!&lt;br /&gt;wanna watch!!&lt;br /&gt;wahahaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;--no matter what i do, the ones i love will always be the ones who pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.i had to bring the bloody gloves.and the bloody shoes.and the bloody cap.and get scolded for the bloody stinking t-shirt.and&lt;br /&gt;i realised i dun even need to go training.&lt;br /&gt;cos its my birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;wahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;i din noe you get to skip training cos its your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;well.good advice from senior.&lt;br /&gt;-if you din get a call for training..means you dun need to go for training.&lt;br /&gt;really wise.&lt;br /&gt;will put that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost the whole day was lesson-less.&lt;br /&gt;only ms siow and our geog teacher.ms pharm(??)came in.&lt;br /&gt;well.conclusion of the day.&lt;br /&gt;our geog teacher is a mean children eater.&lt;br /&gt;and ms siow has become a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.ms azinar came in.&lt;br /&gt;and me lamb sand and ashy spent the whole day trying to think of a suitable song to add in the classifcations of living things.&lt;br /&gt;haaa.&lt;br /&gt;its like we keep using 'she bangs'&lt;br /&gt;as 'backbones backbones! oh baby we are vertebrates!!(vertebrates)oh baby we got backbones and we anit't invertebrates.you gotta keep that in your mind. backbone backbone! nono.we arent invertebrates!!(invertebrates)'&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;and the stupid britney spears one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day is saddening.&lt;br /&gt;mdm kala has chicken pox until 7 july.&lt;br /&gt;and that means ms siow gets to bitch over us until july.&lt;br /&gt;shhttooopid.&lt;br /&gt;and erm.&lt;br /&gt;my dad cancelled mtv nickelodeon disney and taiwan channels.&lt;br /&gt;wadda.&lt;br /&gt;hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;now there's nothing to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay.end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;why must there be mass run tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;stoopid.&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108842286494756584?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108842286494756584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108842286494756584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108842286494756584' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108814453227416873</id><published>2004-06-24T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:23:22.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.&lt;br /&gt;so long never blog.&lt;br /&gt;ermm.been trying to rush all my hw.&lt;br /&gt;i havent even done chinese.&lt;br /&gt;pro.&lt;br /&gt;cos most of the time i just end up falling asleep rather then do hw.&lt;br /&gt;crap la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;i cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;hate it man.&lt;br /&gt;HATE  IT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[why`areyourunning'away?&lt;br /&gt;coward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108814453227416873?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108814453227416873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108814453227416873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108814453227416873' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108763593469271167</id><published>2004-06-19T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T04:51:25.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eheheh.&lt;br /&gt;im here!&lt;br /&gt;training is disastrous cann?&lt;br /&gt;erks.&lt;br /&gt;disaster!!!&lt;br /&gt;(!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-today-&lt;br /&gt;woke up early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;ate breakfast with dad.&lt;br /&gt;then he sent me to take MRT to toa payoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;training starts.&lt;br /&gt;-runrunrun-&lt;br /&gt;warm up.&lt;br /&gt;throwing.&lt;br /&gt;throwing is another disaster.&lt;br /&gt;beegbeeg disaster.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot catch any balls and they couldnt throw any straight balls.&lt;br /&gt;must be something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;hmm--&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;batting.&lt;br /&gt;partnered layteng. &lt;br /&gt;well.the good thing about layteng that its more relaxed?&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm.&lt;br /&gt;was more slack batting compared to last training.&lt;br /&gt;fence batting 50.&lt;br /&gt;-run&lt;br /&gt;tyre batting 50.&lt;br /&gt;-run&lt;br /&gt;erm..then had to bat these small bullet thingies.&lt;br /&gt;actually its magazine paper rolled up and tied together.&lt;br /&gt;quite fun la.&lt;br /&gt;-run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fielding.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt catch properly.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt bat properly.&lt;br /&gt;there's really something wrong with me!!&lt;br /&gt;ok nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;i think we did erm..the bases thingie.&lt;br /&gt;played catcher.&lt;br /&gt;eh quite fun eh!&lt;br /&gt;its been agesss since i had fun at trainings.&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;and i finally could catch properly after a while.&lt;br /&gt;(!!!)&lt;br /&gt;so..there's nothing wrong with me!!&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;thenn.&lt;br /&gt;o my tian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coach said have to run 8 rounds round the track.&lt;br /&gt;(400m x 8= 3200m = 3.2km)&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;tian&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;erks.so everyone complain..&lt;br /&gt;and then coach decided we could either run 400m in 1.15mins&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;we run 3.2km.&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;(3200-400= 2800)&lt;br /&gt;how much difference is that?&lt;br /&gt;well..still din want to take the risk.&lt;br /&gt;cos` if we exceed the time limit we have to run 8 rounds still.&lt;br /&gt;so..decided not to try.&lt;br /&gt;but xinyi gimme inspiration!!&lt;br /&gt;she passed the time limit and i was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if she can do it i can do it too!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;who knew i really passed.&lt;br /&gt;and then died afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;on the track was like: &lt;br /&gt;-sprintsprintsprint.non-stop all the way.&lt;br /&gt;(woohoo!)im &lt;b&gt;&lt;U&gt;never&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; doing that &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; again!!&lt;br /&gt;my tian.couldnt breathe afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;then i think the whole team passed.&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this chao cute girl!!&lt;br /&gt;she looks exactly like boo!(in monsters inc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then didadadadadaa&lt;br /&gt;cannot care to explain liao.&lt;br /&gt;just that after the sprinting business i couldnt move my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annd we still had to do this stupid exercise and running thing.&lt;br /&gt;erm..&lt;br /&gt;like running sideways.and lying on the ground and start doing cruches(sp) suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;ermm.&lt;br /&gt;was still dead anyway.think i drank too much water or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are  &lt;u&gt;killing&lt;/u&gt; me yeah.&lt;br /&gt;they want &lt;u&gt;us&lt;/u&gt; to die.&lt;br /&gt;and ruth was almost fainting and she couldnt stop.&lt;br /&gt;stoopid people.&lt;br /&gt;XP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thenn.went home.&lt;br /&gt;took mrt to orchard.&lt;br /&gt;for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;bought chocs.&lt;br /&gt;and sweets.&lt;br /&gt;and macs.&lt;br /&gt;kay.im broke.&lt;br /&gt;as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay.&lt;br /&gt;time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[if'icanlearntodoit, you`canlearntodoit.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108763593469271167?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108763593469271167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108763593469271167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108763593469271167' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108754257065401615</id><published>2004-06-18T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T00:09:30.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Y/yourgoodfriend/1041833830_ndthatssad.gif" border="0" alt="you suck, and that's sad"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you are the "you suck, and that's sad"&lt;br&gt;happy bunny. your truthful, but can be a bit&lt;br&gt;brutal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/yourgoodfriend/quizzes/which%20happy%20bunny%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;which happy bunny are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo.&lt;br /&gt;happy bunnies are cute.&lt;br /&gt;wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;bye,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108754257065401615?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108754257065401615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108754257065401615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108754257065401615' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108745420047737208</id><published>2004-06-16T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T23:32:41.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday to &lt;u&gt;moni!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;happy  birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;happy happy happy happy happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.must find a present to buy.&lt;br /&gt;wahahaah.&lt;br /&gt;dear dear moni moni moni(ca)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108745420047737208?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108745420047737208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108745420047737208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108745420047737208' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108745000677328884</id><published>2004-06-16T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T22:26:46.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im here to blog!!&lt;br /&gt;and ask a question.&lt;br /&gt;do i look like a malay?!&lt;br /&gt;grr--.&lt;br /&gt;been insulted &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; times today.&lt;br /&gt;thoses hop auties keep talking to me in malay! &lt;br /&gt;as if i understand.&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework piling piling piling up!&lt;br /&gt;grr--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dying from heat.&lt;br /&gt;dad ask me not to go for training.&lt;br /&gt;after i changed and bathed and got ready for everything.&lt;br /&gt;ask me not to go.&lt;br /&gt;hai..&lt;br /&gt;but damn lucky.&lt;br /&gt;today is like..&lt;br /&gt;the hottest day ever.&lt;br /&gt;im sitting here in full blown aircon&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;addicted to scandalous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;put audio up kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;today im so guai!&lt;br /&gt;shall do more and more and more!homework.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;bybebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108745000677328884?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108745000677328884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108745000677328884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108745000677328884' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108743300139571895</id><published>2004-06-16T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T17:43:21.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed skin.&lt;br /&gt;hope you like.&lt;br /&gt;eheheheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108743300139571895?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108743300139571895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108743300139571895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108743300139571895' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108727933082075968</id><published>2004-06-14T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T23:02:27.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;finally finished making the new skin.&lt;br /&gt;isit nice??&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i spent lots of time eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis and my other sis is quarelling.&lt;br /&gt;ggrr--&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;so words like -zhi fa fan fa.- comes out over some eaten pudding.&lt;br /&gt;ermm.&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's such a wonderful day to do hw!!&lt;br /&gt;really!!&lt;br /&gt;moni lent me her math txtbook.&lt;br /&gt;i actually thought she would forget.&lt;br /&gt;moni you rock!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;okk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-today-&lt;br /&gt;went to school.&lt;br /&gt;sat taxi.&lt;br /&gt;was almost late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--and now my sis is quarelling cos her leg is on (the other) her bed.&lt;br /&gt;what de..&lt;br /&gt;ok im not bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so supposed to do pbl right?&lt;br /&gt;ended up fixing my blog from 9-12..&lt;br /&gt;lam and peiyi and adel were right about not coming to the session.&lt;br /&gt;bitch x was strutting around with some out of place yellow hairband.&lt;br /&gt;erks.&lt;br /&gt;winnie the pooh?&lt;br /&gt;thats all i can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so playplayplay.&lt;br /&gt;then went home.&lt;br /&gt;xinyi was pulling me to town.&lt;br /&gt;but i din want to go.&lt;br /&gt;and she din want to let me go.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end my sleeve almost broke yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked out of school.&lt;br /&gt;moni and shuqiao talking about some crap of not disturbing the np.&lt;br /&gt;and i was complaining about trainings! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.'&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;shall be guai and do my hw.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108727933082075968?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108727933082075968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108727933082075968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108727933082075968' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108712711429377271</id><published>2004-06-13T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T04:45:14.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here i am!&lt;br /&gt;here to blog.&lt;br /&gt;hmm..seems sand and yan has left singapore.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;miss your kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;you know that quiz?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;orlando bloom!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;kay fine.&lt;br /&gt;XP&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;orlando reminds me of sand going on about brad pitt's butt.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;kay really.brad pitt's butt &lt;U&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; sexy.&lt;br /&gt;wahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i can say?&lt;br /&gt;haah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audio-counting crows[accidently in love]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108712711429377271?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108712711429377271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108712711429377271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108712711429377271' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108711336902426437</id><published>2004-06-13T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T00:56:09.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?un=cerulean_dreams&amp;meme=1074627290' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Who is in your celebrity family? by &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/users/cerulean_dreams/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;cerulean_dreams&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;User Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='User Name' value='shiann---' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Charlize Theron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Anthony Hopkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Sean Everette Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Cameron Diaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Orlando Bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Milla Jovovich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='cerulean_dreams'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074627290'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Created with the ORIGINAL &lt;a href='http://memegen.deskslave.org/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108711336902426437?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108711336902426437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108711336902426437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108711336902426437' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108678910052553008</id><published>2004-06-09T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T06:59:54.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.&lt;br /&gt;here i am!!&lt;br /&gt;so long never blog liao.&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;dont actually remember what happemed these few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yesterday-&lt;br /&gt;woke up.&lt;br /&gt;my father actually woke me up at 6 something?&lt;br /&gt;to pack the house and then go cine watch harry potter!!&lt;br /&gt;-beams-&lt;br /&gt;yes!!&lt;br /&gt;harry potter nice eh!&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;its really nice ya.&lt;br /&gt;really really.&lt;br /&gt;but its stupid somehow.&lt;br /&gt;they compress everything!&lt;br /&gt;so many parts left out and modified.&lt;br /&gt;well.its still nice.&lt;br /&gt;dont care.&lt;br /&gt;then..my mum wanted to watch shrek.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;its supposed to be training then.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;and i was actually told by my &lt;u&gt;mother&lt;/u&gt; to tell a lie about being sickk.and of course.skip training.&lt;br /&gt;well.she left me feeling guilty all day&lt;br /&gt;i cannot believe my luck.yup.&lt;br /&gt;after i bought the shrek tickets.guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i kept seeing dorcas.&lt;br /&gt;yep.the president of the softball team and the student council.&lt;br /&gt;what de.&lt;br /&gt;i mean.i just felt something was really wrong.&lt;br /&gt;turn my head and dorcas and shao jian were there.&lt;br /&gt;oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;(!!!)&lt;br /&gt;-runrunrun-.&lt;br /&gt;oh my god!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;then i just RAN down the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;dorcas!!&lt;br /&gt;DORcAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;here in cine where I was!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;terror!!&lt;br /&gt;ok..then after that i somehow felt all those girls wearing glasses with long hair looked like dorcas.&lt;br /&gt;hullucination.&lt;br /&gt;grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;why?!!&lt;br /&gt;why must i always see dorcas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine!&lt;br /&gt;went to watch shrek &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;funny!!&lt;br /&gt;then went taka.&lt;br /&gt;(dorcas!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;-runrunrun-&lt;br /&gt;im never going town &lt;b&gt;ever again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot stand ddorcas.&lt;br /&gt;(dorcas's everywhere)&lt;br /&gt;kay.&lt;br /&gt;crazy.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;must remind myself to start doing hw like shit after today.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt; find math txtbook.&lt;br /&gt;yes.i lost it.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea where the hell i put it.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.we sufferers of STM.&lt;br /&gt;can only blame it on the..&lt;br /&gt;the..&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;bye--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108678910052553008?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108678910052553008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108678910052553008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108678910052553008' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108613624536280877</id><published>2004-06-01T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T17:30:45.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogging at early 8 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yesterday-&lt;br /&gt;went out with jo.sand.yan.&lt;br /&gt;dad wasnt home so told him late i was going out.&lt;br /&gt;result: me.grounded for next week.&lt;br /&gt;hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone! i am grounded!&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in my life!&lt;br /&gt;so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bugis.&lt;br /&gt;actually thought i was late.&lt;br /&gt;but i was 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;looked around for an idiot for somebody.&lt;br /&gt;everything is--blur..&lt;br /&gt;haha.spotted sand.&lt;br /&gt;showed me some giraffe necklace.&lt;br /&gt;not chio la please.&lt;br /&gt;jo came.&lt;br /&gt;yan was slow.--as usual.&lt;br /&gt;she was at general hospital?&lt;br /&gt;doing braces.&lt;br /&gt;weird..&lt;br /&gt;so we walked around first.&lt;br /&gt;went to macs.&lt;br /&gt;and yan came hopping in.&lt;br /&gt;ate erm.ate this float thingie.&lt;br /&gt;i asked for strawberry syrup he gave me chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;ear problem him--&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;ate fries.thats all.&lt;br /&gt;my ez-link no money!!!&lt;br /&gt;grr..&lt;br /&gt;ate corochan!!&lt;br /&gt;actually.ate 3 corochan.&lt;br /&gt;and sand had takopachi obsession.&lt;br /&gt;ate like 2 boxes?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i have more &lt;strong&gt;corochan&lt;/strong&gt; obsession.&lt;br /&gt;corochan rocks.really.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to make me vomit with mayo and tartar sauce.&lt;br /&gt;fine..XP&lt;br /&gt;went to buy tix.for shrek!&lt;br /&gt;i tell you its damn funny!!!!&lt;br /&gt;every second i watched was FUNNY!!&lt;br /&gt;our inspriration rocks rite yan??&lt;br /&gt;-winks at yan.&lt;br /&gt;went to take neos.&lt;br /&gt;about 5??!!&lt;br /&gt;these ppl think im damn rich!!!&lt;br /&gt;im broke!!!!&lt;br /&gt;BROKE!&lt;br /&gt;grr--&lt;br /&gt;but jo treated me to two of them.&lt;br /&gt;heheh.damn screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.the watermelon neo was cute.&lt;br /&gt;nobody wanted to treat me to bearbrick.&lt;br /&gt;hurt me little heart.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.no la.&lt;br /&gt;and yan say my bandage reminds her of happy tree friends.&lt;br /&gt;(lalalalala)&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;my blister is dead disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;there's liquid inside.&lt;br /&gt;and in the morning pus was &lt;strong&gt;oozing&lt;/strong&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shrek!&lt;br /&gt;its damn cute!!&lt;br /&gt;and i like the part they show sir justin!&lt;br /&gt;i was like: ah!! justin timberlake.&lt;br /&gt;dead funny.&lt;br /&gt;and the part with pinnochio wearing hot pink thongs.&lt;br /&gt;but donkey rocks like shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;he rocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(livin'da vila loca..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108613624536280877?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108613624536280877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108613624536280877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108613624536280877' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108599632224105634</id><published>2004-05-31T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T03:28:50.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eloo.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had training today.&lt;br /&gt;my god.&lt;br /&gt;the most gruesome training &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; fucking blisters on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;one is &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the other is a &lt;strong&gt;hole&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;one is red.&lt;br /&gt;and one is blue.&lt;br /&gt;-.-|||&lt;br /&gt;hmm.its all bandaged up.&lt;br /&gt;and i tell you the black and blue blister is damn disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;i dont dare to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;it looks like--&lt;br /&gt;frankenstein's monster's finger.&lt;br /&gt;eeewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..went to school.&lt;br /&gt;feeling so maluated.&lt;br /&gt;bought sweets.&lt;br /&gt;walked into school.&lt;br /&gt;all the sec4s having chinese exam.&lt;br /&gt;me--strutting around looking damn extra with my pe attire.&lt;br /&gt;everyone wearing blouse,no softballer in sight.&lt;br /&gt;hai..maluated.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt stand it.decided to go out of school and come back later.&lt;br /&gt;but met xin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always when i feel maluated and i start walking out of school i will find someone!&lt;br /&gt;so malu.&lt;br /&gt;so we were maluated together.&lt;br /&gt;really really should have brought my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;it was so cold.&lt;br /&gt;then we met yin wai.&lt;br /&gt;seniors came.&lt;br /&gt;started stealing my skittles.&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then moved equipment to tanglin school.&lt;br /&gt;tanglin school really really reminds me of the old old raffles.&lt;br /&gt;when you can smell the toilet 50 m away.&lt;br /&gt;so we train.&lt;br /&gt;ran around the field.&lt;br /&gt;the ground was wet.mud all over.&lt;br /&gt;on shirt,shorts,boots.&lt;br /&gt;so nice la..&lt;br /&gt;my shirt became brown at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throwing.i think i improved!!&lt;br /&gt;-beams-&lt;br /&gt;batting.&lt;br /&gt;swing swing swing.&lt;br /&gt;-wei! swing harder!-&lt;br /&gt;skin came off.&lt;br /&gt;BLISTER!!&lt;br /&gt;grr--&lt;br /&gt;then coach gimme lessons.&lt;br /&gt;say i have to turn my hip with force.&lt;br /&gt;-turn turn.-&lt;br /&gt;swing the bat horizontally.&lt;br /&gt;dont move head.&lt;br /&gt;dont charge forward.&lt;br /&gt;this is not golf.this is softball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...get the idea.my blister gets bigger and bigger.&lt;br /&gt;how sweet.&lt;br /&gt;had to beg for plaster.&lt;br /&gt;well.it came off still.&lt;br /&gt;after swinging the bat again.&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;and i caught layteng's ball.&lt;br /&gt;i think its her.&lt;br /&gt;or zesa?&lt;br /&gt;well.it hurt my palm.&lt;br /&gt;the impact.so hard.can hurt me through my glove.so nice.&lt;br /&gt;and i was standing about 50m away from the batter.&lt;br /&gt;she so pro yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..the blister story.&lt;br /&gt;still had to bat two more times.&lt;br /&gt;hole getting bigger.&lt;br /&gt;grr.the bandage is no use.&lt;br /&gt;grr--&lt;br /&gt;and my ulcer is not helping.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;grr-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;slept.&lt;br /&gt;nice sleep&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna sleep again!&lt;br /&gt;muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;-sand i love to step on-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im watching shrek tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;haha.my inspriration ya?&lt;br /&gt;insprira&lt;em&gt;shin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;*winks at yan.&lt;br /&gt;winkwinkwink!&lt;br /&gt;winking.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;wait!!&lt;br /&gt;where's me money?!&lt;br /&gt;i sound like mr krabs.&lt;br /&gt;kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108599632224105634?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108599632224105634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108599632224105634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108599632224105634' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108590358828305862</id><published>2004-05-30T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T00:57:53.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im still admiring my shoes..&lt;br /&gt;so chio.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay.rubbish day.&lt;br /&gt;first.cos i have been insulted two times.&lt;br /&gt;two!&lt;br /&gt;no.1 cos my tuition teacher was like:&lt;br /&gt;(in chinese) did you pass your math??&lt;br /&gt;me: -nods head-&lt;br /&gt;him: really?! (looks all surprised and happy.) good good good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;-.-|||&lt;br /&gt;i dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;does that mean im &lt;strong&gt;supposed&lt;/strong&gt; to be stupid and fail my math?&lt;br /&gt;isit im so stupid that passing my math is a matter to rejoice over?&lt;br /&gt;grrrss-&lt;br /&gt;wei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im not stupid&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-.-|||&lt;br /&gt;for heaven's sake.&lt;br /&gt;grr-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.the person on the tagboard was laughing at my nick ya.&lt;br /&gt;ok la.&lt;br /&gt;shall force everyone to call me by yinshian now.&lt;br /&gt;since it has been a few times people..(stares at sand) tend to forget my name...&lt;br /&gt;-stares harder at sand-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wonderful day yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;my dad bought this garlic bread from breadtalk.&lt;br /&gt;erm.im ok with garlic bread ya.&lt;br /&gt;but breadtalk put something else on.&lt;br /&gt;eeeekk.veh er.&lt;br /&gt;tuition..is boring.&lt;br /&gt;i noe this is veh redundant.&lt;br /&gt;tuition is forever boring.&lt;br /&gt;and to that teacher!&lt;br /&gt;i dont look &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; attentive &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;but&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;im not stupid kay!!&lt;br /&gt;dont insult me lor.&lt;br /&gt;hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bugis after that.&lt;br /&gt;walked around like a idiot.&lt;br /&gt;with 70c.&lt;br /&gt;erbs.at times i can really be retarded.&lt;br /&gt;bought macs.&lt;br /&gt;with ez link.&lt;br /&gt;my dad is gonna scold me cos i have to top it up &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh.when im broke i depend on it to eat macs.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;ez link rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what?!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch troy!&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;u&gt;again!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos my sis and i were watching tv and came across the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she had to turn the channel when it was &lt;u&gt;paris's&lt;/u&gt; part!!!&lt;br /&gt;grr.....&lt;br /&gt;GRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;why she turn?~!&lt;br /&gt;ok nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this hw life gotta stop.&lt;br /&gt;and im dreading softball pracs.&lt;br /&gt;there's bound to be some.&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;br /&gt;sorry la..really not in the mood for softball.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a traitor.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; a traitor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108590358828305862?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108590358828305862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108590358828305862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108590358828305862' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108574269357439016</id><published>2004-05-28T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T21:05:56.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school ended.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;well.what i hoped will happen today din happen.&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll never have it.maybe until school starts again.&lt;br /&gt;KAREN!!!&lt;br /&gt;we'll miss you!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-today-&lt;br /&gt;as usual. did choral reading.&lt;br /&gt;hais.was damn sucky.&lt;br /&gt;then.we cleaned up the class.&lt;br /&gt;me and lamb were going to toilet like once every 3 mins.&lt;br /&gt;heheh&lt;br /&gt;so um.school was finished!!&lt;br /&gt;might as well dont come right?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.im really gonna work hard for the hols.&lt;br /&gt;if my marks are gonna be like that for the rest of my life,&lt;br /&gt;i will chop off my head for my mum.&lt;br /&gt;cos my mum rocks.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we were talking about my marks.&lt;br /&gt;so i told her about phua and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;so went she saw my marks she wasnt exactly angry.&lt;br /&gt;um.i think she was laughing at my photo.&lt;br /&gt;um...grrr.&lt;br /&gt;-.-|||&lt;br /&gt;ok nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;grrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;she wasnt even angry when i &lt;s&gt;failed&lt;/s&gt; my history.&lt;br /&gt;wasnt even angry at my P5 sis failing her chinese.&lt;br /&gt;i mean.no one ever fails her chinese in P5 right?&lt;br /&gt;and she did.and my mum was like:&lt;br /&gt;why are you crying?! fail then fail la! no need to be scared one..&lt;br /&gt;imlike: errr.&lt;br /&gt;ok.told you my mum rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to today.&lt;br /&gt;waited for lamb to finish her captain's ball game.&lt;br /&gt;pankhurst won. well, i prefer pankhurst to keller anyway.&lt;br /&gt;sorry la.no offence hor.&lt;br /&gt;but i hate that joyene bitch.&lt;br /&gt;what bitchiness!&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;i mean she actually purposely hugged ashy in the keller vs curie game to stop ashy from getting the ball.&lt;br /&gt;and wads up with her hair.&lt;br /&gt;fashionable man. in the 80s.&lt;br /&gt;ggrr.&lt;br /&gt;and she thinks she is damn cool la!&lt;br /&gt;the way she walks. everyone's mind is going: bitch,despo,slut.bitch,despo,slut.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.thats was MY mind says anyway.&lt;br /&gt;hehheh.im mean.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.&lt;br /&gt;then went to mobil and bought ruffles that lasted me for the whole long day.&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;but made me broke all the same.&lt;br /&gt;then went town with jo,lamb and jeanne.&lt;br /&gt;and jeanne and lamb were so extra wear home clothes!&lt;br /&gt;haha.no la no la.&lt;br /&gt;but one bright pink shirt one bright blue shirt.&lt;br /&gt;quite awkward heheh.&lt;br /&gt;then erm.went to taka &lt;br /&gt;and ate ate ate.&lt;br /&gt;ate one erm money bag thingie.&lt;br /&gt;ppl were snatching the crispy parts.heheh&lt;br /&gt;drank some sugarcane juice.&lt;br /&gt;was damn full lor! dunno why though.&lt;br /&gt;so taka.haha.&lt;br /&gt;came in first thing i saw was this chio orange sports bra at $9.90&lt;br /&gt;and like.nobody wanted to accompany me to buy!&lt;br /&gt;XP&lt;br /&gt;hai..but still bought.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.anyway was damn malu.&lt;br /&gt;cos erm.the cashier was male la!&lt;br /&gt;and then he ask me to go the female cashier.&lt;br /&gt;maluated.&lt;br /&gt;and erm din dare to hold it haha.&lt;br /&gt;so KIND lamb accompanied me.&lt;br /&gt;l0ve you.MUACX~!&lt;br /&gt;haha.and i bought a handphone pouch for her.&lt;br /&gt;kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then erm.jo and jeanne was LAUGHING AT ME!&lt;br /&gt;waddda.&lt;br /&gt;hai..these immature ppl&lt;br /&gt;grr.and she was like telling my C3 angel somemore.&lt;br /&gt;ok...grr!!&lt;br /&gt;well.she told her mum even ok!&lt;br /&gt;maluated!&lt;br /&gt;hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ok..din go with my dad to buy &lt;strong&gt;ADIDAS&lt;/strong&gt; shoe all cos of they all forcing me to watch some freaking &lt;strong&gt;disney&lt;/strong&gt; movie.&lt;br /&gt;i want my shoe!!&lt;br /&gt;ok nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;and somemore.the stupid movie made me cannot buy the flat dog!!!&lt;br /&gt;my dear flat dog!!!&lt;br /&gt;its so damn CUTEE~!!&lt;br /&gt;i want!&lt;br /&gt;but im actually supposed to buy it for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;shall buy one for her and one for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;i'll buy the flat lion and she'll get the doggy!&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.at least i din go back empty-handed AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;got my sports bra.&lt;br /&gt;heheh.damn cheeky lor those ppl!&lt;br /&gt;hai~!&lt;br /&gt;can't stand your lor!&lt;br /&gt;haha.then jeanne's cousin came.&lt;br /&gt;and LAM'S &lt;strong&gt;nathan&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;her "crush" la&lt;br /&gt;haha.kept talking about him lor lam.&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;she has gone crazy.&lt;br /&gt;hai..so damn weird.&lt;br /&gt;not used to guys.so erm.anyway in my world men are like.on pluto.&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched this movie called : confessions of a teenage drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;ehehheh.&lt;br /&gt;typical disney movie with the girl getting the hunk .&lt;br /&gt;well.quite hunk la.&lt;br /&gt;haha.the hunk called sam eh! :D&lt;br /&gt;anyway.quite shuai yep.&lt;br /&gt;and erm was quite a nice show la.&lt;br /&gt;but REALLY! i'd rather buy the doggie!&lt;br /&gt;so my $6 wasted ya.&lt;br /&gt;then went home&lt;br /&gt;lonlily. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;and i found out all the while i was at taka my dad was there too!buying adidas,fila shoes.&lt;br /&gt;GRR!&lt;br /&gt;unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;im gonna buy later.&lt;br /&gt;and tmr i'll start my hw for real!&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to mention me and jo was on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;we saw dorcas..&lt;br /&gt;of all the ppl we had to meet dorcas in her home clothes.&lt;br /&gt;which means we are breaking the rules and she is not.&lt;br /&gt;how unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;so we siamed!&lt;br /&gt;we walked all around the building to siam from her.&lt;br /&gt;hai..&lt;br /&gt;all cos of dorcas lim shao jiao.&lt;br /&gt;and please.she saw my face.and she regconizes me&lt;br /&gt;ok im doomed.&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108574269357439016?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108574269357439016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108574269357439016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108574269357439016' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-10856517005270392</id><published>2004-05-27T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T02:58:08.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elloo.&lt;br /&gt;after this post im gonna erm.make a timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay. i actually dont feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://-mytearsfall-.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;should explain all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-10856517005270392?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/10856517005270392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/10856517005270392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#10856517005270392' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-10855713111610560</id><published>2004-05-26T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T06:04:10.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crap.&lt;br /&gt;plain crap.&lt;br /&gt;is my life a joke?&lt;br /&gt;i guess it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-today-&lt;br /&gt;woke up.bathed.&lt;br /&gt;my dad bangiong on the door.&lt;br /&gt;pissed.just closed the door and he's banging for me to go out.&lt;br /&gt;so bang.&lt;br /&gt;yes.new phrase from my dear broker yan.&lt;br /&gt;so bang.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa&lt;br /&gt;went to school.&lt;br /&gt;jojo! how can you buy the water bottle wihout us!&lt;br /&gt;and my sis just entered the room and commented on how i am always on the computer -forever on the comp-&lt;br /&gt;ok.im addicted.&lt;br /&gt;as you can see im easily addicted to stuff.&lt;br /&gt;so bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm,was assembly.&lt;br /&gt;followed jo down to G block for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;then pe.&lt;br /&gt;changed.pe.&lt;br /&gt;took height and weight.&lt;br /&gt;haha.i grew 2 cm and lost 1 kg.&lt;br /&gt;so productive. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math.stupid la.&lt;br /&gt;phua was yapping.&lt;br /&gt;helped peiyi write her letter.&lt;br /&gt;right under phua's nose.&lt;br /&gt;how blind can he be.&lt;br /&gt;and wrote my letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese.crap laoshi gave sooo much hw.&lt;br /&gt;grr.amd she could not comprehend my chinese?&lt;br /&gt;grr.am i THAT bad?&lt;br /&gt;i said: wo mei you zhe ge lian xi.&lt;br /&gt;as in i dont have this practice ws.&lt;br /&gt;correct right?&lt;br /&gt;she could not understand.&lt;br /&gt;hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess.&lt;br /&gt;well.got double back attacks from sand and lamb.&lt;br /&gt;was shouting at them.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts kay.&lt;br /&gt;but still.sorry..&lt;br /&gt;ate something different.&lt;br /&gt;kay.redundant.&lt;br /&gt;went to band room.&lt;br /&gt;waited for creative arts to start.&lt;br /&gt;looking dao.&lt;br /&gt;yes i know i look dao.heheh.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;-.-|||&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when adults &lt;u&gt;reckon&lt;/u&gt; they noe what we are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;they ALWAYS reckon stuff.&lt;br /&gt;reckon WE just want to make noise to disturb ppl.&lt;br /&gt;reckon we are selfish.&lt;br /&gt;cannot understand them.&lt;br /&gt;no use understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched mr holland's opus.&lt;br /&gt;lamb was"the son is so shuai!"&lt;br /&gt;wahahah.ok la.&lt;br /&gt;too old though.&lt;br /&gt;but he is kinda shuai.&lt;br /&gt;the ending was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ms loh started talking about missing people and bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;haha.i dont think i wanna go bangkok anymore.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english.&lt;br /&gt;doing choral reading.&lt;br /&gt;me and shy were cheographing our dance.&lt;br /&gt;well.thank you black eye peas for the inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;dance steps from: black eye peas: hey mama&lt;br /&gt;fry house cheer.&lt;br /&gt;er...ballet??&lt;br /&gt;moulin rouge&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-over the river and throught the woods, oh how the wind does blow.&lt;br /&gt;it stings the toes and bites the nose,as over the ground we roll.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh.MY stroke of brilliance yes.&lt;br /&gt;but lamb's and sand's rock like shit.&lt;br /&gt;sand, one comment.&lt;br /&gt;dont shake your butt to much.&lt;br /&gt;looks sissy.and it just makes your body looks LONGER then ever.&lt;br /&gt;haha.hope it doesnt break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lunch.just drank.&lt;br /&gt;higher chinese.almost forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;then tablet pc course.&lt;br /&gt;haha.me,peiyi and adel were feeling SOO hungry!&lt;br /&gt;so we sneaked off TWICE, yes twice, to eat.&lt;br /&gt;haha.went canteen the first time,mobil the next.&lt;br /&gt;oo.we are getting more guai.&lt;br /&gt;but we were starving!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahblah.went home.&lt;br /&gt;lamster wanted me to follow her all the way to boonlay.&lt;br /&gt;her conscience stopped her from pulling me to boon lay when i live at dover.&lt;br /&gt;heheh.yepp.lamb rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to rush my journal and my speech.&lt;br /&gt;my speech will be a wonderfullied scary story.&lt;br /&gt;lovee it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post it here:&lt;br /&gt;The night was dark; the moon was hidden beneath the clouds allowing only the smallest trace of light to peep through. A young couple drove through the deserted road of helsing street, heading for their dear friend’s  home. They were to attend an important wedding party, and they were already 5 minutes late, the man speeded. The woman turned on the radio, it was a long way to the apartment, and she was feeling restless.&lt;br /&gt;“We interrupt this program to bring you an important announcement. Adrian Ho, the infamous serial killer has escaped from prison, we advice all listeners to stay at home and keep all doors and windows shut. Beware, for this man is a dangerous murderer.” The woman gasped in terror, she had heard about this killer, about the crimes he committed, it was dangerous to be out here when he was on the loose.&lt;br /&gt;   The music stopped and the car came to a halt. The engine had run out of petrol. “It had to be now! Now when we are late and when a mad murderer is on the loose!” the man kicked the engine angrily. He had no choice but leave his wife in the car and take a long walk to the nearest house for petrol. The woman was reluctant to leave her husband, she was afraid the killer was near this area, terrified she might get attacked. The man locked all the doors and windows to make sure his wife were safe. He also told her not to open the door to anyone unless she hears him knock 3 times on the car door. That was their secret signal. The woman hid under the car seat. Silence and fear surrounded her. The thought of the murderer and her husband both out on the streets terrified her. Suddenly, “knock,knock,knock.” Three knocks were heard from the roof of the car. The woman was curious. Didn’t her husband say three knocks on the DOOR? “knock,knock,knock” the knocks came again. “knock,knock,knock.” The knocks were continuos, they never stopped, and each knock seemed to be louder then the last. The woman was terrified, she curled herself up into a ball and craned her neck to look out of the window. She wondered if it really was her husband. She wasn’t sure whether it was safe to open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes, hours passed. The woman had not moved an inch. She was drenched in sweat, scared out of her wits; the knocks still had not stopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, sounds of the police siren, dozen car screeches were heard. She was saved. The police had arrived. The police approached the car cautiously and hurriedly pulled the woman out. “No matter what you do, do not turn back!” the policemen said sternly. “DO NOT TURN BACK” he repeated. The woman was extremely curious, she struggled out of the policemen’s vice-like grip and turned.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There, where the car stood, was a tree. On the tree, was her husband hanging from a bloody rope. And when the soft breeze blew, his feet knocked the roof of his car.”knockknockknock”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-10855713111610560?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/10855713111610560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/10855713111610560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#10855713111610560' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108547859800684663</id><published>2004-05-25T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T05:51:09.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.&lt;br /&gt;today isnt great.&lt;br /&gt;haha.i have plans for today.&lt;br /&gt;making erm.&lt;br /&gt;wont tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.they din us watch the mr i concert!!!!&lt;br /&gt;this world is packed with injustice.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch kay!&lt;br /&gt;it just isnt fair.&lt;br /&gt;not like i like him very much la.&lt;br /&gt;but i still wanna listen.&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-today-&lt;br /&gt;hmm.jo i shall not change my skin.&lt;br /&gt;i like it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;actually got off at the bus stop when bitch x got off.&lt;br /&gt;but lucky adel came too.&lt;br /&gt;she made me find out that there was no mass run.&lt;br /&gt;great. tooters.&lt;br /&gt;and bitch x said still have to wear pe attire.but we din have to.&lt;br /&gt;argh nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to class.erm.&lt;br /&gt;fogot what happened.was chatting away.&lt;br /&gt;then jo came.&lt;br /&gt;and she gave us the guilt free choc!&lt;br /&gt;have to say its damn nice.haha.&lt;br /&gt;well i still dont feel guilt free.&lt;br /&gt;not that im guilty.&lt;br /&gt;then went down for assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back to class.&lt;br /&gt;i guess they so dont understand what is called go to the monet room.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;so me and lamb just left them alone.&lt;br /&gt;they dont wanna listen.their prob.&lt;br /&gt;but they made it to the room anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a fun time at science.&lt;br /&gt;was surfing the net.ms azinar left.&lt;br /&gt;watching happy tree friends.&lt;br /&gt;*we are sadists.&lt;br /&gt;having pleasure watching cute animals die in the most gruesome and gory way.&lt;br /&gt;and we were: lets watch it again!&lt;br /&gt;hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched that troy trailer again!&lt;br /&gt;i have to quote those beautiful phrases!or i will go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;king talking to paris.-"i fought many battles during my time.&lt;br /&gt;some were fought for land,some for power,some for glory.&lt;br /&gt;i guess fighting for love makes more sense then the rest..&lt;br /&gt;do you love her(helen), paris?"&lt;br /&gt;paris-"father, you are a great king because you love every blade of grass, every rock of sand of troy.&lt;br /&gt;you love ALL of troy.that is the way i love helen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;you all HAVE to go watch troy.&lt;br /&gt;i watched it twice and i miss it AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;muahahah.im addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you know whats beyond that beach? IMMORTATLITY! TAKE IT! ITS YOURS!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.then we watched the harry potter trailer.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i wanna watch it.&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;erm.then.we went back.&lt;br /&gt;the class.my god the class.&lt;br /&gt;wont shut their asses up and do choral reading.&lt;br /&gt;they just played and continued playing.&lt;br /&gt;at last when i got their attention.&lt;br /&gt;that law shuqiao was talking away.&lt;br /&gt;wei! shut up la!&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;they just dont wanna do anything except play!&lt;br /&gt;and how near is our choral reading thing?!&lt;br /&gt;they wont listen.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i had to call shuqiao to turn around 10 times before her head was facing front for real.&lt;br /&gt;wah.this class.&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got them to read the poem.even had to ask them to recite after us.&lt;br /&gt;but they are like.&lt;br /&gt;*read one sentence, start playing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine.we just kept the OHB/P(B or P arh).they dont wanna do anything.&lt;br /&gt;they just want us to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess.&lt;br /&gt;din noe what to eat.&lt;br /&gt;saw keon and she and me said the same thing.(at the same time): what are you eating?!.&lt;br /&gt;i guess we all ran out of ideas on what to eat.&lt;br /&gt;she decided to eat curry noodles.&lt;br /&gt;but i kinda eat them everyday..&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;so decided not to eat.&lt;br /&gt;and then decided i was hungryy so just ask keon to buy for me curry noodles.&lt;br /&gt;so sian of it.&lt;br /&gt;shall eat something new and freah tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and then sand was chasing me with mayo.&lt;br /&gt;grr.she did that purposely!&lt;br /&gt;she knows how much i hate mayo!&lt;br /&gt;and she made me touch it and say some corny troy phrase.&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;i destroyed it!&lt;br /&gt;i burnt(threw) it!&lt;br /&gt;no son of troy will EVER submit to mayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..then was erm.english.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to say history.&lt;br /&gt;when we were doing our choral reading and mrs rama had to stick her overgrown ass in.&lt;br /&gt;well.you know her.&lt;br /&gt;her ass damn big.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;made us copy notes&lt;br /&gt;but the day was saved when lamb told mrs rama that nobody wanted to copy.and the copying ceased then.&lt;br /&gt;hooray for lamb!&lt;br /&gt;then was er.cs.&lt;br /&gt;went to the monet room again.&lt;br /&gt;mr chiu sucks.&lt;br /&gt;well.he thinks he knows something about html.&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt even noe what is a blog.&lt;br /&gt;and he reckons we dont even noe wad is html.&lt;br /&gt;we can handle html pretty well i think.&lt;br /&gt;so jo was typing shuddup everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shuddup just shuddup shuddup.&lt;br /&gt;we try to take it slow.but we're still losing control.&lt;br /&gt;and we try to make it work.but it still ends up the worse.&lt;br /&gt;and im crazyy,trying to be your lady.&lt;br /&gt;think im going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoho.merry x'mas.&lt;br /&gt;mr ho's wearing a tie.&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;and lamb had to lend a tie from samat cos she din bring hers.&lt;br /&gt;well.it smells typical samat.&lt;br /&gt;no surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assembly.&lt;br /&gt;er.some oratorical thing.&lt;br /&gt;did i spell it correctly?&lt;br /&gt;haha.was sleeping&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking forward to that concert lor.&lt;br /&gt;we are back to the topic of injustice again!&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;but they should have let us watch it&lt;br /&gt;rather then shit around with the francis guy.&lt;br /&gt;hai..&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.he isnt that great either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yasmin told me this story that freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;the story about how death is never planned.&lt;br /&gt;how every moment can be your last.&lt;br /&gt;how your death can have no cause.&lt;br /&gt;its just the fates coming for your life.&lt;br /&gt;well.im freaking myslef out.&lt;br /&gt;a little freaky in here ALONE in this room now.&lt;br /&gt;er.&lt;br /&gt;help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;yes troy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the gods envy us.&lt;br /&gt;they envy us because we are mortals.they envy us because every moment could be our last and everything is more beautiful.we will never be here again once we are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;death.&lt;br /&gt;is not a good thing.neither isit bad.&lt;br /&gt;but i rather not die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-things are more beautifuil in my eyes now.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108547859800684663?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108547859800684663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108547859800684663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108547859800684663' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108539936023033118</id><published>2004-05-24T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T04:57:33.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have reserved this time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;and sand you actually took my advice and blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-today-&lt;br /&gt;i have to say this is first time i am broke on mondays.&lt;br /&gt;well.i was left with $2-$1.20-$0.40&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how i got 60c at last.&lt;br /&gt;and i think my $2 disappeared until dunno where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ggr.&lt;br /&gt;well you can see i hate being broke.&lt;br /&gt;im broke all the time.&lt;br /&gt;people should be given more angpow money.&lt;br /&gt;all the angpow$$ has been put into other ppl's pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my mission is to complete the choral reading.&lt;br /&gt;and wonderful mdm kala had to appoint me and lamb(world's noisiest ppl) as the noise monitor.&lt;br /&gt;sure purposely wan!&lt;br /&gt;haha.bet she just wants us to shut it.well.&lt;br /&gt;nice way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway our class really &lt;s&gt;fuckusup&lt;/s&gt; sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;ask them to keep quiet.make more noise.&lt;br /&gt;ask them to stop playing and get into their pbl groups.&lt;br /&gt;start playing uno.&lt;br /&gt;ok so i understand what spiderman means by "great power comes with great responsibilty."&lt;br /&gt;but yet again that phrase doesnt link.&lt;br /&gt;forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really feel like scothtaping their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;and lamb introduced the classic way of buying pacifiers.&lt;br /&gt;we had to start shouting shut up.and lam got so damn frustrated she just consfiscated the uno cards.&lt;br /&gt;hais.&lt;br /&gt;havoc man our class.&lt;br /&gt;dun wanna shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.sorry.being a bitch &lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;match today.&lt;br /&gt;i realise i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna care.&lt;br /&gt;kay i shall care on weds and go for peicai match.&lt;br /&gt;yet again..got tablet pc course.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.guainess cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went sand's house again today.&lt;br /&gt;after we went to tiong.&lt;br /&gt;was (yes &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;) broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;broke&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with dear yanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were deciding what ice cream flavour we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;so cute lor.&lt;br /&gt;but we got maluated.&lt;br /&gt;and a few dao looks from stc bitches.&lt;br /&gt;hate it when i get dao looks.&lt;br /&gt;she said she wanted beligium choc.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like.i dont eat chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;then she said: yoghurt can?&lt;br /&gt;i said: anything la.im happy with anything.&lt;br /&gt;she said:but i want belgium chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;i said: then we buy choc la! im ok with it.can take choc want.&lt;br /&gt;she said:but!er BUT!!do you want yoghurt??&lt;br /&gt;i said: anything la.&lt;br /&gt;she said: ok belgium choc ah!&lt;br /&gt;i said:anything&lt;br /&gt;she said:BUT!! you want durian supreme?&lt;br /&gt;i said:anything la.ok ok la.durian supreme lor.&lt;br /&gt;she said: nonono! you must say: I WANT DURIAN SUPREME!&lt;br /&gt;i said: I WANT DURIAN SUPREME!&lt;br /&gt;she said: dunno la.you want yoghurt?&lt;br /&gt;i said: anything la.&lt;br /&gt;she said:belgium choc ah?&lt;br /&gt;i said:anything la.&lt;br /&gt;shopkeeper starts laughing.&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to use the old way of choosing a or b.&lt;br /&gt;i chose chocolate.which is a.&lt;br /&gt;but yan dunno what she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;hais.decided to ask the shopkeeper what is nice.&lt;br /&gt;and we ate hazel.which by the way tastes exactly like ferero roche.&lt;br /&gt;yumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home.&lt;br /&gt;and yan started dancing this erotic(??) dance!&lt;br /&gt;(come on and dance with me.yeah.slow!)&lt;br /&gt;errrrrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;but was damn hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.and proud of my red candle!&lt;br /&gt;heheh.bought it when i was broke?&lt;br /&gt;grr.but uhm.was kinda in a position that if i dun buy will get slaughtered.&lt;br /&gt;haha joking joking.&lt;br /&gt;yepp.all proceeds to charity.&lt;br /&gt;and jojo carved my name beautifully on it!&lt;br /&gt;love jojo !!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and sand the copycat(XP) got a candle free from lynette.&lt;br /&gt;and i bought mine for $1?&lt;br /&gt;haha.nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;this is called willing to pay and not just take.&lt;br /&gt;i guess this phrase din exist until i typed it here.&lt;br /&gt;doesnt make sense.&lt;br /&gt;and sand the photocopier carved her name on it too.&lt;br /&gt;hey!&lt;br /&gt;everything also copy me!&lt;br /&gt;should carve copyright logo and sue you.&lt;br /&gt;haha.will grow rich then.&lt;br /&gt;and you also copy me buy the same pencilbox.&lt;br /&gt;sue you!&lt;br /&gt;kay.im not that mean la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh isabella cut her frinch.&lt;br /&gt;ok la..&lt;br /&gt;but guess she doesnt look &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; dao anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and she doesnt have that bu shuang face anymore.&lt;br /&gt;feel like chopping off my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please god bless us with rain tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna run.'&lt;br /&gt;and that yan.she is gonna buy a mc?&lt;br /&gt;well shes sickk.cannot blame her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isit tomorow's that mr i concert.&lt;br /&gt;haiyo ppl hes ok la!&lt;br /&gt;his song ar&lt;br /&gt;-wo xiang ku-&lt;br /&gt;i think its like:&lt;br /&gt;wo xiang ku.que ren bu zhu.bu zhi dao ni zhi dao...&lt;br /&gt;forgot haha.&lt;br /&gt;but im pro enough to know who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay.wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;at 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108539936023033118?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108539936023033118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108539936023033118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108539936023033118' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108531698882203316</id><published>2004-05-23T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T05:59:31.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. &lt;br /&gt;i guess im blogging too much.&lt;br /&gt;and typing space too much.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I LIKE SPACE!      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;see how much i like pressing the space button!&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;im nutss! for this once.and realise i got space behind the the for?&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;im totally not the shopping person.&lt;br /&gt;nor am i a skirt person.&lt;br /&gt;and me sis made me wear this mini(mini) skirt.&lt;br /&gt;grrs. i think as short as those fergie(black eyed peas) wear.&lt;br /&gt;get it?&lt;br /&gt;and my big fat muscles.&lt;br /&gt;-.-|||&lt;br /&gt;well.my sis much fatter then me!&lt;br /&gt;went for tuiton.&lt;br /&gt;was almost sleeping you see.&lt;br /&gt;and the teacher was asking how much we got for our exams.&lt;br /&gt;that boy sitting next to me was like.&lt;br /&gt;i got 91!!&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck off.your school must set those piece of cake papers to have you excel it.&lt;br /&gt;i bet ppl get 200/100. and you get 91.woohoo.i cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i din do that badly.as you know i think i have low expectations.&lt;br /&gt;and i did better then wad i expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tuition started pigging.&lt;br /&gt;ate macs.&lt;br /&gt;bought drink.&lt;br /&gt;called my sis to go out with me.&lt;br /&gt;my hp has no money..&lt;br /&gt;grr. then i tried calling on it.&lt;br /&gt;and then realised it has absolutely no money.&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;br /&gt;cant even sms.great. so yan i cant reply your wonderful smses.&lt;br /&gt;and jojo's sweet ones. and lamb's crazy ones.and peiyi's wuliao ones.&lt;br /&gt;kay.&lt;br /&gt;so my sis said meet at zara.&lt;br /&gt;oh ook.&lt;br /&gt;i noe where is zara and how it looks like.that striped building!&lt;br /&gt;yepp.&lt;br /&gt;travelled to orchard mrt.&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;where is zara?&lt;br /&gt;ggrrs.&lt;br /&gt;me and my STM.&lt;br /&gt;and then i decided to try going to near wheelock place where the actual zara is.&lt;br /&gt;thenn.&lt;br /&gt;"but zara is at the OTHER side."&lt;br /&gt;u turned in the middle of the road and then walked walked walked.&lt;br /&gt;all the way to heeren.&lt;br /&gt;form wistma to heeren.&lt;br /&gt;and then i realised.&lt;br /&gt;no.its on the OTHER side.&lt;br /&gt;my great sense of direction.&lt;br /&gt;i remember its next to esprit and there is a orange julius.&lt;br /&gt;but.i dunno where it is -.-||&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;so it was just a step away from the station and i had to walk all the way to heeren and turn ALL the way back to the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i finally reached zara.&lt;br /&gt;was crossing the road.saw isabella.&lt;br /&gt;looking dao with i think her mum?&lt;br /&gt;then i shouted "isabella."&lt;br /&gt;think she is too dao for words she cant even hear me.&lt;br /&gt;hais&lt;br /&gt;so zara.sis bought this skin tight shirt.&lt;br /&gt;hate skin tight shirts.&lt;br /&gt;well.she RECKONS she looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;haha.shall not comment.&lt;br /&gt;it will break her poor fragile heart.&lt;br /&gt;then erm.erm.&lt;br /&gt;dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;OH!&lt;br /&gt;went far east.&lt;br /&gt;funky stuff there.&lt;br /&gt;bought this er.. forgot its name.&lt;br /&gt;korochan.&lt;br /&gt;delicious man.bought two and started pigging.&lt;br /&gt;then my sis wanted to buy another skin tight shirt.&lt;br /&gt;i like.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather watch troy twice all over again.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;reallyreallyreally!&lt;br /&gt;ok.i think you believe me now.&lt;br /&gt;walked around aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;cos my sis wanted to buy a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;had to walk with her.&lt;br /&gt;hais.&lt;br /&gt;what am i?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.was still pigging with the korochan thing.&lt;br /&gt;kept wanting fries.&lt;br /&gt;think im addicted.wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went mango.&lt;br /&gt;think my sis likes these brands.&lt;br /&gt;well.they are damn ex and classy.&lt;br /&gt;way too classy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and where's my nike and adidas?!!&lt;br /&gt;i need nike and adidas.&lt;br /&gt;and she din want to let me buy my dream cap.&lt;br /&gt;she reckons im ok with the tiger woods one.&lt;br /&gt;ello.me softballer.tiger woods,golfballer?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but doesnt tiger woods just rock!&lt;br /&gt;i guess.he hits well.&lt;br /&gt;and make nice hole in ones.&lt;br /&gt;and i actually have an inkling of golf.&lt;br /&gt;yes.i noe sergio garcia.phil mickelson.stuart appleby.david love |||.and loads.&lt;br /&gt;oh im clever.&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bougth chocs.&lt;br /&gt;jo will be pleased.&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;went to this CUTE! shop!!&lt;br /&gt;arh! is so damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;couldnt get my hands off anything.&lt;br /&gt;its like 36 metre square of space.&lt;br /&gt;but erm.stayed there for 1/2h.&lt;br /&gt;heheh.&lt;br /&gt;i think i spent all my money on food?&lt;br /&gt;fries.drink.another drink.korochan.korochan.cheesethingie.chocs.&lt;br /&gt;haha.yup i did.din buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except lime mag.&lt;br /&gt;orlando damn shuai on cover.&lt;br /&gt;yes!!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;im going madddd.&lt;br /&gt;yay!!&lt;br /&gt;and my slacks suck?&lt;br /&gt;and yes sand i know the jersey looks like harry potter.&lt;br /&gt;oh yay im in gryffindor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108531698882203316?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108531698882203316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108531698882203316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108531698882203316' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108527596861605300</id><published>2004-05-22T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T18:32:48.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lala.&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be changing the skin everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have tuition later.&lt;br /&gt;hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;marks.&lt;br /&gt;math-68&lt;br /&gt;english-64&lt;br /&gt;dnt-58?&lt;br /&gt;science-72&lt;br /&gt;lit-58. :'(&lt;br /&gt;hist-51.5 -.-|||&lt;br /&gt;hmm.passed by 1.5 marks? grrr.&lt;br /&gt;chinese-58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrs.my brain isnt functioning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108527596861605300?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108527596861605300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108527596861605300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108527596861605300' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729173.post-108527354693982764</id><published>2004-05-22T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T17:52:26.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(:&lt;br /&gt;yepps&lt;br /&gt;i noe the new skin is useless.&lt;br /&gt;but i lovee it.&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6729173-108527354693982764?l=-kosh-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108527354693982764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6729173/posts/default/108527354693982764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-kosh-.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108527354693982764' title=''/><author><name>EHEH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12657936901341959218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
