<?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-31892144</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:50:16.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES YOU</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</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>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-4314227302547283879</id><published>2007-05-06T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T08:02:53.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok this post is dedicated to my bitchiest best friend in the world!! cos botha us hate each other, but we are always pretendin to be damn nice to each other!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we are amazin race crazy! cos its ona our favorite show in the world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love rob and amber, but they are pass now. cos they jus aint as bitchy and schemin and sly and low handed as THE BEAUTY QUEEENS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if me and charmaine join, we will definitely be like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hawhwa. ok jus kiddin. we ll be prettier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy birthday CHARMAINNNEEEE YAPPPP!!! LOVE YOOOOU! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been studyin through the weekends. quite fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeee!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I was such a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ever let go of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But baby I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah I know I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd be better off alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time that we moved on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I broke your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to break your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But baby, here I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging on your front door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pride's spilled on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands and knees are bruised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm crawling back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begging for a second chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna let me in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm crawling back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love this song hur. thanks for the intro brandon yow GUAI. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw! high sch never ends rock too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-4314227302547283879?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/4314227302547283879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=4314227302547283879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/4314227302547283879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/4314227302547283879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-this-post-is-dedicated-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-3080513469029994242</id><published>2007-04-27T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T07:01:01.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long day in sch. and im like super streessed and everything because there are so many tests coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the teachers seemed so disappointed in us. and so bent on thinking that we will definitely not make it to j2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. i cant stand it anymore. i gotta work harder man. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. den we started treatin liping as invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was super pissed. you shldveseen her face when we tried to shift her table away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea! went home wit liping. since wenting ally rach they al think they can bangseh us to eat  the canteen. like ttly. whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa. thats the stupidest part. because all throughout the entire journey! liping was jus talkin abt her chioness and how pretty she is!and when she does that she doesnt know how UGLY she looks! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked her whether she think xueying is chio. den she says.yea. but im chioer! i ask her why the teachers are against her. then she will say, oh because the teachers see i chio so they jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yucks. im freakin out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like omg. does liping rlly think she is pretty?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the saddest thing is. truth will reveal itself sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when we were eating the nice pontian noodle at s 11. this uncle who was sellin drinks came to ask liping " AH PEH, yao he shen me??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahaahahah. shes damn poooor thing man! awwww. now that u look like an UNCLE, !!!!!!!kkkkk!!!!... wun want you alrdy! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so jus went home and study for my maths test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lectures. test. tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a long day. what a day to end off the whole week man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somemore it rained!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttly screw up me nd brans big plan to go play TENNIS! hawhaw im gettin way pro at tennis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and rainy days make me wna sleep ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn. and listening to mr wongs borrin voice. even worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but me nd jas rly think he looks better wearin contacts. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did physics spa. and anyi was like so noisy and crazy. laughin all the way and sayin how she loves me! wth!!! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant beliv we did it till four when our lesson were supposed to end at three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were so obseessssed wit our work that the first time in our shittening life, mr wong has to switch off the lights to drive us outta the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i  rls i had rlly bad english. im so upset. somemore weizhong has to correct me in every sentence i speak. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and rachel. u better tell me the secret k. i know its not abt liping wanting to be as chio as me or look like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest!  time to sort out my disgustin huge pile of shit file!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAMM KAI QIII.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-3080513469029994242?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/3080513469029994242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=3080513469029994242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/3080513469029994242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/3080513469029994242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/04/thursday-long-day-in-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-5010117012556551702</id><published>2007-04-23T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T08:18:47.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i cried lookin at my file.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-5010117012556551702?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/5010117012556551702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=5010117012556551702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/5010117012556551702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/5010117012556551702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-today-i-cried-lookin-at-my-file.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-6915627816084891429</id><published>2007-04-21T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T10:01:09.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how much you want it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You try to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;about it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;big&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're constantly just denying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like a moth to a flame,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Can hardly wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'Cos I know what I'm saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's tryin to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;catch you in it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he will &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;back you in it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just another girl addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And if you give it away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be crazy, crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop! You better &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;shake him off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he gets ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stop! He'll only &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;build you up,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dirty to the bone,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Beware of the dog.!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was damn near addicted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got into trouble with him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in a bubble with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where everything was just how he wanted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but then I got wise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got outta sight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So take my advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently the NICEST song on earth! so everyone. beware of the DOG! dun say i nvr warn ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met yx, wj and wz. den lp tht shes super chio can come so late! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we discuss abit. got our work done. den started talkin abt music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to j8. den they left to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met bran! cos its like the biggest day on earth! SIX MONTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohwooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why we can last so long?!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically. today is jus a thrashy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really thrashy and nothing seems to go right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we jus kept quarrelin wit each other and being angry wit each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can also quarrel over a stupid WALLET! now how stupid can that be right! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we quarrel over the place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we quarrel because he drank too much of my water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we quarrel because both of us got angry and are in the mood to quarrel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yucks. jus a thrashy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but stil a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the prize givin session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-6915627816084891429?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/6915627816084891429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=6915627816084891429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/6915627816084891429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/6915627816084891429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/04/listen-to-me-you-know-how-much-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-932641791225912288</id><published>2007-04-19T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T07:21:42.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im jus so glad pft is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the strenuous training by the pe teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. and im so prouda myself for gettin 29/30 for my pft. woohwooh. why am i jus so good at eveything?? dun be jealous k brandon. i get gold every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i fell for the shuttle run. i mean seriously how can i be so stupid. and it is in the damn indoor sports hall too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place is cursed! and my pe teacher was like laughin at the board which wrote " weiying fell down" !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed to print my pw. finally the stupid pi is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously discussion wit wz, lp, yx and wj is the worst ever! haha. cos we always talk abt the most unimportant things .i hav to spend the whole day listening to lipings craps like how chio she is and how ugly i am and how she is naturally beautiful and about her crush K.......=] .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeA! AND I STYLED HER HAIR TODAY. she became ttly chio! =] and did i mention?? lipings solution turned yellow!hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i stil cant get over that joke of the day. i ttly laugh silently to myself when i see her solution became yellow when all of ours are CLEAR. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i accidently said the wrong things today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor ally! she is so shocked when she heard me. sorry k! hahahahahhaha! jas i wasnt tryin to take revenge k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and liping is acting like a freak when she tried in vain to join in the convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to gym wit bran after sch&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;i felt ttly prouda myself =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i ran five km! i mean five km is no big feat for me . for someone who came in FIRST in the class under 13 minutes. what can u expect. omg im so full of myself now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the main point was that. i ws runnin peacefully on the trackmill, then this girl came to run besides me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this girl thought she was damn good, running faster than me, but after a while, she got tired, and kept on reducin her speed. but the wonderful thing was tht, i still continue running. at my uniform pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldve sworn tt she was so jealous of me. she kept starin at my meters tickin off. and my distance kept increasin but im still not stoppin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the thing was. i get so proud that my towel slipped off  my shoulder and fell off the track. den my zen fell too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is the consequence of gettin too proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have learnt my lesson. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-932641791225912288?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/932641791225912288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=932641791225912288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/932641791225912288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/932641791225912288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-jus-so-glad-pft-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-5189991571778064599</id><published>2007-04-18T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T05:14:50.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you ever think about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever cry yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night when you awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you calling out for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever really miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i'm acting like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I still can feel your kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been &lt;strong&gt;six months, eight days, twelve hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's just not the case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been six months, eight days, twelve hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Since you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever ask about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your friends still tell you what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime the phone rings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish it was me calling you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or has time put out the flame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everything ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that sometimes, a song is all that it needs to explain everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-5189991571778064599?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/5189991571778064599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=5189991571778064599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/5189991571778064599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/5189991571778064599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-you-ever-think-about-me-do-you-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-7031129151733357703</id><published>2007-04-14T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T10:42:55.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that you are out of my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I'd be weak without ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,but I'm stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I'd be broke without ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm richer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I'd be sad without ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought I wouldn't grow without ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm wiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I'd be helpless without ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm smarter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I'd be stressed without ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm chillin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought I wouldn't sell without ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sold 9 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gon' stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna work harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep on survivin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't breath without ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm inhalin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought I couldn't see without ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought I couldn't last without ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm lastin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought that I would die without ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm livin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought that I would fail without ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm on top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought that it would be over by now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it won't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought that I would self destruct,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in my years to come, I'm still gonna be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my current favorite song. after my fading passion for saving jane, girl next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven blogged in ages. and i rlly wna change my url. yucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed- training. and i dunno why but i am super lousy and super tired. maybe cos i wasnt at traingin most of the time. such that i can fall down when noone push me grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw liping and went home wit her. ttly disgustin. cos all the way we were jus bitchin and talkin abt whos chioer. -roll eyes:j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs - sick. nvr come to sch. waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday - sch. and mr wong is not in sch. maybe for two weeks. so gon miss him man. NOT. hahaha. and we found out that aaron look like someone! LOL. its a good thing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i ran 4.4 km! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday - beach. and saw some deb nd liiuhui and some rj ppl there. seriously, sentosa is like everyones favorite class gathering location. and i rlly wna cuss the weather. i wna curse the clouds. can they stop blockin all the sun and can they stop accumulating so much water droplets in sucha short time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean like wth! it has been raining for the past few days.so all the rain drops shld be gone by then right???. so why would it rain today?? why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i so bet its not gona rain on monday. because its our 2.4km. the clouds are like playing games with me. when i want it to rain, it doesnt rain. when i dun wan it to. it RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that. went to marina bay to meet jiayi and jas for our long planned steamboat feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate like so much and my stomach was so damn bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to take a walk but got lost in that disgustin marina bay park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at the last final desperate minute of our majorly pathetic life, we decided to hitch a ride! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fun so fun! we hitched a lorry. and i nvr knew it was so fun sittin at the back of the lorry. so windy and thrillin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in time for the last train. =] yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im so late for my pi! im gona study. i wana study. i wana be the best! =j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. pls. i flush the toilet. i close the toilet door and i do wash my hands after using the toilet. and i still cant believe jas told.. ($^$%%^&amp;^%) that i (3#$#^%%$&amp;amp;^%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-7031129151733357703?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/7031129151733357703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=7031129151733357703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/7031129151733357703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/7031129151733357703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/04/now-that-you-are-out-of-my-life-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-8642847505614441837</id><published>2007-03-27T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T07:17:39.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. today is a good day, i guess. besides the fact that physics is damnit drivin me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics is just like going through hell. where time passes so slowly that you wish you can just burn and die. maybe if i finally get to know the topic better, i will be able to understand and appreciate physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive learnt pretty much from chem prac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly. never listen to liping. cos she will always make me pour away everything then tell me actly we need it. hahaha. ok BYE. im off to sleep. cos im really tirreeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found this rly nice song. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day I just keep pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That everything will have a different ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold on but i kept falling back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't keep something that I never wana have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself things can turn around with time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I wait it out maybe  i would change my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a fairy tale where it works out in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I close my eyes and have it the way i want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if im jus a shadow on your wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if im just nothing at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-8642847505614441837?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/8642847505614441837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=8642847505614441837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/8642847505614441837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/8642847505614441837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-5075680445454586152</id><published>2007-03-17T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T10:19:07.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We never had it easy baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We had to work so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And everytime it feels like we're gonna make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's when it falls apart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but  baby, I'll take my chances with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my days can be summed up rather shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;floorball match. kbox. iceskatin.:) which you rlly suck. OCH. which rlly freak botha us out, but at least we got more ppl along wit us.study. physics. chem. maths. econs.but why do i still feel like i learnt nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. maybe im naturally stupid. but no one is naturally stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-5075680445454586152?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/5075680445454586152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=5075680445454586152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/5075680445454586152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/5075680445454586152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-and-i-we-never-had-it-easy-baby-we.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-8077176549914072444</id><published>2007-03-02T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T20:33:30.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chew pon sch today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrr.. smart girl hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we hav to suffer in sch for the long hours. thanks to our physics teache. wth? three hours for one almost pointless practical and two questions of tutorial???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun think so man. im so happy i broke the physics lab ruler. revenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least i hav fun screamin in the toilet and tearin my hair out. im so gon kill ally for describing me as an old hag who sweeps the toilet floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wenting jus cant stop laughin at the stupid photo hur? grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a better way to spend the day, den spend it lke how me nd jas did it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the most shittenin day of our life, and we did the most craziest and unbelivable thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to catch a movie, HANNIBAL wit jas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd before we were exposed to the crudeness, and the horror of the movie, botha us were jus innocent little girls camwhorin in the almost empty cinema,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under the dim light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why this si mu gou even suggested the show. cos its the MOST HORRIBLE MOVIE EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i get to see was how this young boy got terrified by the scene of her sister being eaten up by the soldiers. and how this young boy grew up to be this insane psychopathic killer who is obsessed wit chewing on people's cheeks and cutting their head up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gross. and not to mention. this boy was being called a " LITTLE FUCK BOY" hawhaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ona  happier note,we received two free complimentary tickets from golden village. =p so if you are intereested to watch a movie. tickets selling at 6.50 =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dendenden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate our dinner at a BUSTOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we made a phone call at the MRT. AHHHHHH . =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we went back to school to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we went out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met bran. cos his long awaited match against SJI is freakin CANCELLED =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. den hes like super freak out over whether to choose a zen v. or an ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter bran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos no matter which one you choose. itd be no better than mine. so stop tryin to make me jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-8077176549914072444?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/8077176549914072444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=8077176549914072444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/8077176549914072444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/8077176549914072444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/03/thursday-chew-pon-sch-today-grrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-8140916496037358566</id><published>2007-02-24T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T08:52:10.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out wit baby today to STUDY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. botha us are crazy abt studyin now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and studyin at national library lvl seven the reference section is so helluva thrill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get to fool the securities  by hidin our books inside our shirt so they cant see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srsly. i dunno why they hav to ban textbooks and worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess we jus hava resort to usin the underhand methods =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. im gettin into so much trouble wit librarians these day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den queued up at the donut factory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also dunno why i wld stand like a fool for more than thirty minutes jus to get a box of donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i was curious. cos ppl are walkin away wit dozens and dozens of donuts. nd i was crazy abt donuts today. cos i saw this stunt on fear factor where the contestants hav to eat beatles filled donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esplanade. nd saw the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant possibly deny it. cos its so point blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno when it starts to disappear, but one day. its jus gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-8140916496037358566?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/8140916496037358566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=8140916496037358566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/8140916496037358566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/8140916496037358566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/02/went-out-wit-baby-today-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-5398436379314989736</id><published>2007-02-22T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T06:57:34.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY IS MY DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DUNNO WHY BUT TODAY IS SUCHA GOOD DAY. BUT ITS ALSO STRANGELY A BAD DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i jus cant stop smilin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus cant!! omg jas! you so gotta help me! im ettin outta control ! like some freakin maniac!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i didnt hav PE TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO COOL!&lt;br /&gt;=p=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone was so jealous! especially anyi, lipin ally they all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i rlly wna stab elizabeths patrick to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it ever comes near me again =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrr!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to study at the library!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;library!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah! dun ever talk abt it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! i brought food up to the library to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what! NEVER EVER BRING FOOD TO THE LIBRARY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos if u got caught by the librarian, they would break their own rules of keepin quiet in the library, and shout at you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttly funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like super shocked when the librarian nagged at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied for the chem test. which is actually not that hard, but theorectically very hard. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back my physics test. nd i got 8 upon 60!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but kennth got worse! 3! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SEVEN ELEVEN!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so happy!!! but srsly, why does it always catch me by surprise.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im damn not prepared. nd im behavin like some freak..!!ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i shld quote what jas say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;love needs no reality check&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love goes by feelin. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye! i love my brandon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-5398436379314989736?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/5398436379314989736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=5398436379314989736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/5398436379314989736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/5398436379314989736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-is-my-day-i-dunno-why-but-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-8019003656287417303</id><published>2007-02-11T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T07:11:51.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sentosa wit bran, jy nd jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i alrdy told jy its a curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHES the curse. everytime i go wit her to the beach, itd either rain. or no sun at all. its freakin pissin me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill nvr go wit her again. HAHAHA. still rmb that crazy thunderstorm when botha us went to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played a lill bit of vball. then challenged some ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd im quite glad i nvr join vball. cos i SUCK. the reality jus dawned upon me. haha. but you cant blame it on my skils tho. its rlly difficult nd tirin to run on the sand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw our classmates! kianpeng nd aaron! wooh. played touchrug nd vball for a while wit them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den jy nd jk went off. cos they were too impatient to wait for the sun to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. they rather go to carrefoure to taste samples nd sleep at some cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool nd smart! heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i quarreled wit brandon ! hawhawhahw. its quite funny. cos i find him super irritatin. so i asked him to shutup nd dun talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we jus stop talkin for like forty five minutes! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno why these days i always get super angry wit him, over nothing, nd jus out of a sudden! AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd he actually dared to threaten me!!! grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACKMAIL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i would hate the girl who cheats on me. and i would tell it to everyone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRR. dun think i would be scared of yoou k bran!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dare to THREATEN ME.  you will DIE.! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played soccer nd vball wit some strangers. nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess the highlight of the day was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOILET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is the open space shower nd the cubicles ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its like when i was queuin up for the cubicles, i saw this fat lady showerin in the open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially she was still wearin her swim suit. nd it was alrdy disgustin enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before i knew it, it has bloody turned into a strip tease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw her slowly takin off her swimsuit to reveal her* nd slowly her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. its jus damn disgustin. i mean! how can anyone shower NAKED in the open?!?!?!?!? den she jus walked ard naked like nobodys business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rlly wanted to laugh! ahhahahahahah. its jus not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jy nd jk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked ard. nd went to NUM AGAIN. lol. bran is srsly obsessed wit that place. i need to cure his addiction.ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate subway nd shopped ard. nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rihanna- ps. im still not over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;carrie underwood- before he cheats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats up?&lt;br /&gt;I know we haven't spoken for a while&lt;br /&gt;But I was thinkin bout you&lt;br /&gt;And it kinda made me smile&lt;br /&gt;So many things to say&lt;br /&gt;And I'll put them in a letter&lt;br /&gt;it might be easier&lt;br /&gt;The words might come out better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I've tried and I've tried&lt;br /&gt;To get you out my mind&lt;br /&gt;But it don't get no better&lt;br /&gt;As each day goes by&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost and confused&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothin to lose&lt;br /&gt;Hope to hear from you soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;P.S. I'm still not over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-8019003656287417303?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/8019003656287417303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=8019003656287417303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/8019003656287417303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/8019003656287417303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/02/sentosa-wit-bran-jy-nd-jk.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-4323443272063132661</id><published>2007-02-10T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T09:20:07.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to my RGS, miss it pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back my o lvl chi results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why but i wasnt scared or anxious. i jus felt calm. nd jus cldnt rlly be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite disappointed. cos i rlly tht it was super easy to get an a1. i guess i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think if i were to take the real o lvl exam. i defintely wldnt get 10 a1s all those shit. ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta work harder for a lvl!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out wit jy aruna nd char. ate yoshi!my favorite. nd we nearly picked a fight wit some cresent girls! hahahahaha! ok actly not a fight! it was just super funny. cos i was jus smilin at jy. den they whisper to each other super loudly " shes smilin! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean whats wrong wit smilin?!!! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den saw jys kaikaikaikai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohwooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den she kept showin off to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea la. very cute nd hansum! happy???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pooled wit bran, char, jason, jy nd kai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohwooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im super good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was like stunned at my proness! at least i thrashed xiao kai that day! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah! nd brandon was super scared of jason! cos jason is proer than him!hawhaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! HUNKY MONKEY CAME TO VISIT ME. hahahahaha. damn disgustin.!! pukes! PERVVERRRT! =p=p=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus walked ard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to chinatown wit jason nd char ltr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd we ttly make a fool of ourselves at the mrt station. we jus screamed like super loudly all four of us. can u imagine the noise we made?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd how many ppl stare at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srsly, after we screamed, you can feel the silence of the whole mrt station. as if someone jus died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinatown is super dead crowded. lost char nd jason in the crowd, cos me nd bran is too fast for them. i guess. srsly. they are forever the SLOWEST. eat also the slowest. walk also the slowest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out wit brandon to shop for CLOTHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srsly shoppin wit brandon has become super disgustin. i rlly realised how super disgustingly bad his taste has become. yucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pukes. nd after my downfall shirt, i jus cant seem to find anything nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw some ppl at orchard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why i always see hanrong nd bernard at WISMA. our favorite place =p=p=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den also see susanta! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cityhall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;droppd by NUM. omg. i cant beliv i even stepped inside the shop. why am i going to NUM so much these days?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hav nvr ever liked anything from there before! wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srsly. if YOU nvr asked me to go inside NUM, WE WOULDNT HAV SPENT LIKE ONE HOUR INSDE THE FITTING ROOM TRYIN ON ALL 20 pieces of THOSE SINGLETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wthwth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent like so long inside the fittin room that the guy has to ask us if everything is alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srsly we are the longest stayin patrons there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone tttly ignored us nd dun wna attend to us anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA,but its super fun though. i finally realise how vain brandon is.he cldnt take his eyes off the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he cldnt stop lookin at himself nd his hair. omg. hes absolutely . a turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finally bought the same shirt . but botha us decided to change for something better tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. nd life is srsly full of coincidences. nd this time. it is extreme coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like me nd bran was jus talkin abt char. den as we approach the escalator leadin to citylink, we saw both char nd jason comin up the other escalator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im super shocked srsly. i cant even bring myself to open my mouth to say hello. jus went off the escalator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its rlly too muchuva hella coincidence!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye . nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-4323443272063132661?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/4323443272063132661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=4323443272063132661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/4323443272063132661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/4323443272063132661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-117076926636471031</id><published>2007-02-06T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T05:41:07.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyheyhey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first ever firstest FLOORBALL TRAINING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok before i come to that. lemme talk a lill abt my floorball stick first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was innocently walkin to sch. happily carrying my stick wit me. then i saw jiayi. nd the first thing i heard from this morning was that . my stick is super ugly. she called it a gay color. yellow nd purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd subsequently. everyone that comes across it said it was ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i was super upset nd demoralised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least ally they all tried to comfort me. but still , plsask ally to SHUT UP.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the amazing thing was. at training. the senior told everyone that my stick costs 160! ND IT IS . I EMPHASIZED. THE NEWEST. THE LIGHTEST BRAND OF STICK THAT CAMe OUT ONLY THIS YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was quite fun. but super scary . nd i rls i srsly lack the skills nd techniques. but the more i practise. the more i feel that my stick has become part of me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the coach was like spottin ppl all the way. ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wna do better. i wan i wan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cmon kq! lets prac harder k! nxt time i ll not let u score again =p=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe , touch rug! dump! dump the ball!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutorials. nd our econs tcher rlly suck. he cant teach . but at least the gp tcher nvr walk outta class today. i was rlly hopin he wld. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we painted the murals! hahahah.me nd jy ttly screwed it. this will be parta our imprints in rj. the destroyer of rjc! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i heard abt XIAO BRANS adventure in rj canteen. how he nd kq was like callin each other names loudly in the canteen. srsly this is the stupidest thing  i hav ever heard of.  so hav fun xiao qi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked outta sch wit jy nd bran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd me nd jy was like talkin abt stuffs. then this grp of  guys were behind us, talkin to brandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its super funny. ok. i shall divulge this secret cconvo btw me nd jy now. i cant beliv we shouted it out in front of everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy: ok my bf isnt very shuai. in fact, hes not shuai at all.&lt;br /&gt;wy: huh? what u mean. is he cute?&lt;br /&gt;jy: i mean like hes tall nd tanned nd sporty. like ur brandon, u think hes shuai?&lt;br /&gt;wy: NO!&lt;br /&gt;jy: is he cute?&lt;br /&gt;wy: NO&lt;br /&gt;jy: yea la. but hes tanned nd sporty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok srsly this is a joke. cos we were shoutin. nd everyone behind can ttly hear.  grrr nd that stupid boy actly dares to eavesddrop on us! he was soo abt to tell bran. lucky i threatened him.  =p=p too bad brandon yow. who ask u to call me a joke? hurhur . go look at other girls la . lololol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! i was rlly tempted to say you are cute k! its jus that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im HUMBLE! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after gym, went to heerens to look for brandons bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg . he got me ttly excited abt gettin a new bag! ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so sick of my brown cockroach lookin bag. shyte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE WIT THE WORLD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-117076926636471031?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/117076926636471031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=117076926636471031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/117076926636471031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/117076926636471031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/02/heyheyhey-p-monday-training-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-117033685169709858</id><published>2007-02-01T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T05:34:15.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ommmgg sch is so borin today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd guess what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two teachers got pissed at us today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one is the gp teacher. cos he thinks we are not doin enf to keep the discussion flowin. so some of us tried desperately to keep the discussion goin. but its so super weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd the silence is rlly chilly nd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time im jus stabbin at my notepad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd the next one was the maths teacher. he thinks we are not showin enf respect for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hav this intuition that my life in rj is so gon suck like hell. all the teachers are gon hate me like they used to. ive alrdy gotten one white slip. ahhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd srsly i m so sick of seein haiying on the way to j8 alrdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost everyday i SEE HER!!!!! damn sian! =p=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i miss all her storytellin! hehe. super accurate nd up to date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gymed after sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went to tampines sports hall to get my stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf. make me search high nd low for that stupid shop. nd in the end its jus right at the entrance. the shop which i tht sells only badminton stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its super embarrassin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shop keeper told me to try usin the stick. nd so he gives me a ball. nd i tried to play wit the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he jus laughed straight at my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" beginner !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den he says lotsa shit like how pro players hav absolute control of the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus as he was sayin this. this guy came in to buy a stick too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. hes so super cool. tho hes not rlly as good as the international player. but he has good control of the ball!!its rlly like big contrast when compared to me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den when he saw me fiddlin wit the ball, he laughed. nd says thats how he was playing like two years ago. the funnier thing was. he tht i was sec one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hes quite nice. tell me which stick to choose all those stuffs. nd i ttly like spent nearly two hours in the shop! WITHOUT buyin in the end. so embarrassin!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wna carry a stick ard in sch . hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAIQI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im damn scared i buy the wrong stick. cos all i care abt is the color. not the weight or the blade or whatever. i jus care abt the COLOR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeee wit the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i just cant forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been so long. nd i tht i hav gotten everything over wit.but i haven.its so insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT OK.-my chemical romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wna blast it in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wna scream IM NOT OK. TO THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wna scream it in ur face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-117033685169709858?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/117033685169709858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=117033685169709858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/117033685169709858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/117033685169709858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/02/ommmgg-sch-is-so-borin-today-nd-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-117014664258992608</id><published>2007-01-30T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:45:44.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ran 2.4 km today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. actly not 2.4 its a modified 5 rounds in twelve minutes. hehe. i did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den hav inclined pullups all those stuffs. i hate incline la. lucky the teacher not lookin, or else i wldnt hav 18 =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd jiayi was tellin me how all pe teachers look alike. ours is like a mirror image of tan haineeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHTMARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RETURNS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. the teacher ttly hates me pls. i dunno why he jus hav this thing against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime talk abt me watchin news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do watch news ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im super intellectual nd smarrrt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd there is rlly this news abt birds fallin from the sky in thailand or vietnam. REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd tangs called me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they better give me my HIGH commission. or else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i dun wna hear abt those stuffs anymore. its distractin me. nd makin me feel like shit. i jus wna forget abt everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're my daydream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you know that I've been thinking about you lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And everytime I look at you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't explain I feel insane, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't get away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're my daydream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-117014664258992608?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/117014664258992608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=117014664258992608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/117014664258992608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/117014664258992608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/01/ran-2.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116992178074473656</id><published>2007-01-27T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T10:16:21.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch and all. after sch, when lessons had all ended! the sch is still super busy! played bluff wit class. haahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are ttly crazy abt cards pls. bluff pomelo. heartattack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do. den suddenly me nd jy came up wit this stupid nd rcazy plan to crash cjc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we rlly dun look like the students there. nd im suddenly glad that im in rjc. the compound there is srsly very different. but there is a performing arts center which is like super majestic nd nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to valhall wit kaiqi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was rlly super excited that finally i wld be able to carry a stick nd carry ard in sch. so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ttly wna the PINK one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im so super disappointed!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place is so small. nd so expensive. nd the sticks aint so nice after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went home without anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out again wit xiao brand. bought top at TOP shop. spent like one hr there ttly. hahaha. poor bran. waited so long for me =p hes so used to waitin for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i m so ttly in love wit this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so you know by jesse mccartney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so makin me feel emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan. i dun wan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't love you&lt;br /&gt;but I want you&lt;br /&gt;I just can't turn away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to be fine&lt;br /&gt;when I'm not&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's getting hard to be around you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116992178074473656?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116992178074473656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116992178074473656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116992178074473656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116992178074473656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-all-friday-sch-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116947530167282810</id><published>2007-01-22T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T06:18:05.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven blogged for like how freakin long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme talk abt yst first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wild wild wet wit baby! =p=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so super funness !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its our third month! nd it didnt RAIN!! omgomg! this is a good sign. though it fkin rain on my bday! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like super sunny nd super bright! i was kinda expectin a downpour or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went to tan first. then played wit the slides . hawhaw. so fun! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn thrillin la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i ttly love shoutin like some freak in the slides. cos your screams can travel nd u will rlly sound like ghost. bran sounds like girl. yucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe. i make the whole queue laugh! so im proneesss at shoutin! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den challenge some little kids at the pool. ttly thrash him can. nd hes so agressive. dun wna admit defeat. grrr. the point it. we bullied alot of young kids. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sch. so embarrassin pls. was walkin peacefully nd started to see ppl turnin back to look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. me nd bran look like some burnt roasted chicken pls! ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe sucks. so super tough. we tht it was run ten rounds when its actly run TEN MINUTES. wthh!! me nd jas still ran like crazy. sprint cross the whole hall. in the end. we are jus like losers. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played frisbee wit the class lata on. nd i swear. i will nvr ever play frisbee again. i cant beliv how lousy i am. i only know how to shout HERE. HERE HERE HERE. nd only aaron wna pass to me! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im still better than jas tho. at least i can touch the frisbee, she din even get to touch it. ahwhawhawh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lectures. nd the ' PLS WILL U FOLLW ME GAME'' is the absolute sex. i finally learn how to play!! OMG.IM SUPER EXCITED CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of cos. pls will u follow me is not as fun as '' pls will u f*** me"" =p=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant beliv we are so inot the game wenot only played wit the class we also play wit random ppl at the tryouts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;floorball tryouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like the raffles trail! ele kq jy char nd me! go trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok wait. its not kq. its actly. ma jie. samsui woman. nd indonesian maid. HEHEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srsly i dunno why. but kq is resemblin more nd more like a maid each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn tirin pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do all the drills again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd ran the shit 1.6km. nd my timin is shit 9 minutes over .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so not gon make it into the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nvm. at least i hav fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home wit bran lata. wah. hes damn nice la. waited for me from six to eight =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116947530167282810?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116947530167282810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116947530167282810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116947530167282810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116947530167282810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-haven-blogged-for-like-how-freakin.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116800916325126857</id><published>2007-01-05T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T06:59:23.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day was jus like super scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess its all the same in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone ll stil be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its jus easy to get used to. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hav some games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate dinner wit bran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; nd movies wit my ogg : )).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class allocation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like a damn miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how both me nd jy can jus be in the same class again&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is like over hundreds of student choosin that combi nd so coincidentally WE are in the same damn class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i still tht surely cannt alrdy luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went bugis for some fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats abt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. nt to mention. dinner wit bran again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sry for bein so tired all day long. ah. hate sch. git us so lill time tggther. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116800916325126857?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116800916325126857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116800916325126857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116800916325126857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116800916325126857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2007/01/sch-first-day-was-jus-like-super-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116607587470006609</id><published>2006-12-13T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:57:55.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit i woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im 4 hours late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116607587470006609?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116607587470006609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116607587470006609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116607587470006609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116607587470006609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/12/shit-i-woke-up-late.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116603393334015485</id><published>2006-12-13T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T10:18:54.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im hooked onto michelle branch- everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its rlly nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i told my manager i wna quit today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i made a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did everything in a day .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i m hooked onto beyonce- irreplaceable as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd im hooked onto nick lachey- this i swear. too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know so many nice songs. nd they all describe what im feenin. perhaps not all. some jus sound rlly nice.nd i love to sing them to ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116603393334015485?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116603393334015485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116603393334015485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116603393334015485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116603393334015485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-hooked-onto-michelle-branch.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116551189825559474</id><published>2006-12-07T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T09:18:19.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything turned out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG&lt;br /&gt;WRONG&lt;br /&gt;WRONGWONROEGNEINGOIENGINWSFUJNBEUGBUSBUFDBUSDN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus cant seem to think properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rlly wonder what i shld do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srsly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i rlly wish my sister wld SHUT THE FUCK UP WHEN I M TALKIN on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE I JUS SCREAM LIKE SOME MAD FREAK WHEN IM ON THE PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRANDON MUSVE THT IM CRAZY OR STH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jy to sing k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant find her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cines is like filled wit LOTS ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven been to cines for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like everyday is jus fuckin VIVO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK VIVO HONESTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end. saw lyon they all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so walked to dhoby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that quiet place there which i swear i nvr been there before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its quite nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you look up you tht u can see the SKY cos the ceilin is rlly cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i din get to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i get to hear someone sing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyon can singg rlly well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNWELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish him good luck man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea nd once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly. jus FUCK LIFE. IF U ARE INA  BAD MOOD OR STH. JUS SCREAM OUTTA UR WINDOW. FUCK LIFE. FUCK LIFE. FUCK WIT LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd im feenin so much better now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wtever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck wit u too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;count the number of fuck i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;count this one in as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116551189825559474?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116551189825559474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116551189825559474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116551189825559474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116551189825559474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-was-bad-day-i-guess-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116516553183245013</id><published>2006-12-03T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T09:05:32.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when u jus all of a sudden tell me yur makin a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus kept thinkin abt it. what do you mean? where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worried where you hav gone to. i tried callin you but u hav switched off your phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus wna say take care too.  nd hav a nice life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rmb this? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me not to the marriage of true minds&lt;br /&gt;Admit impediments. Love is not love&lt;br /&gt;Which alters when it alteration finds,&lt;br /&gt;Or bends with the remover to remove:&lt;br /&gt;O no! it is an ever-fixed mark&lt;br /&gt;That looks on tempests and is never shaken;&lt;br /&gt;It is the star to every wandering bark,&lt;br /&gt;Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.&lt;br /&gt;Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Within his bending sickle's compass come:&lt;br /&gt;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,&lt;br /&gt;But bears it out even to the edge of doom.I&lt;br /&gt;if this be error and upon me proved,&lt;br /&gt;I never writ, nor no man ever loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:William ShakespeareDATED:&lt;strong&gt;07-11-2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still dun understand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116516553183245013?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116516553183245013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116516553183245013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116516553183245013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116516553183245013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-u-jus-all-of-sudden-tell-me-yur.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116507670908934408</id><published>2006-12-02T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T08:28:10.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 dec fri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;690 ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like wtf. i deserve way more right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least i had a mighty hella feast wit zhiyang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first we went to sushi tei to eat some sushis which cost up to 30 dollas : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he treated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i treated him to 30 dolas worth of haegan dazz icecream. so its like peace out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its super full. wonder why i can eat so much jus in like ONE hour of break. laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den the rest of the day sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i hav to do stocks. nd kevin gil get to do all the sales. @$#$%$ stupid kevin . kept showin off all his sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den my supervisor doin stocks wit me. told me lotsa things abt his experience at work. how some ppl can smile at you nd backstab uu in the end. haha. nd there is one thing i found esp funny. i dunno why but i jus laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know whats MBA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;married but available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. nd that day me nd some other guys were called in to hav a chat wit the manager. FUCK LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were told all rules on how to behave. i knew it la. im like playin ard so much. bound to get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel damn sian for the whole day. its jus like gg to sch. asked to be put on name tags all the fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its ZEN who tell on us. one guy called zen told the manager that we were playin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u beliv it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are irritatin control fuck ppl called ZEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO THEY LIKE TO ASK ME WHERE IS MY NAMETAG??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hav enf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was sorta ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made some sales. like srsly . i think im sorta the top sales person la. gotta prove it to ZEN .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then heard some news abt kevin. heard he stole some perfume samples nd got caught by cisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor guy. hes so moody for like the whole day. no more cheeky boy. which is . better than his usual self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then that fuckin dirisa . that BITCH. HAV TO COME INTERRUPT ME HALFWAY. while i was servin some DAMN CUTE. DAMN HOT customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder why nowadays guys called EUGENE (YOU GYM) are so hot. (wink to brandon) LOL. ok. kiddin. guys called brandon are the best . EVER. i only hav eyes for you rmb. such tht i cant see myself in the mirror. i can only see YOU. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old jokes never seem to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. then that guy was tryin on the fred perry shirt. nd DIRISA has to go try on the same SHIRT as well. like wth =p=p=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. nd she came outt of the fittin room shriekin in excitemt at how cute the guy is . nd we were like laughin like some idiot can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den the rest of the day is jus like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home wit r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gg out wit my brandon tmr :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like callin you mine. love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116507670908934408?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116507670908934408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116507670908934408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116507670908934408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116507670908934408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-ya-1-dec-fri-what-day-got-my-pay.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116447175328335898</id><published>2006-11-25T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T07:43:18.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now that i finally stayed long enf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rls i jus heck care abt work now.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like actly 3/4 of the time im slackin. not doin anything nd ignorin all the customers.. comin late for work. comin back late from break. jus sittin inside the storeroom. or going to the locker room to sit down. or going toilet.or talkin nd foolin ard wit my colleagues or going through the main door to shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i feel super super exhilarated when i got out of tangs through the main door. cos i wasnt supposed to do so. i guess sean yeoh is right after all. i feel thrill when i break the rule. like srsly feel super happy. cos work has been so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den came this new employee. =) nd i stole all his business. muahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd some ppl are leavin soon. nd more new ppl are comin i guess. lifes like that. ppl come nd go in ur life. nd u jus hav to learn to get used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116447175328335898?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116447175328335898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116447175328335898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116447175328335898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116447175328335898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/11/work-nd-work-but-now-that-i-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116419211158688230</id><published>2006-11-22T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T02:41:51.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quite happy cos i hav break from monday to thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need one i guess. super tired la!!!i m workin man. WORK. OK.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surge @ mos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raining heavily at jys house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den the stupid uncle make us go into the wrong taxi. but hes rather nice cos we are escorted like princess with an umbrelaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den reached there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of ppl cant go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eg. em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used my id. nd cant go in. nd i hav to be banned from the club. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tooo bad for them. im smart enf to rub everything off. nd put thick shit layas of foundation on my hands. which is like. wtf! ok thats not very smart. cos i overheard from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but em used weirens id also get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its super funny la. so unlucky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrr. den we din get to dance tgther at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i din even get to the dance floor at all.!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos  brandon cant go into mos! den kept pullin me to MOMO. MOMO. MOMOMMOMOMOMOOMOMOM. i srsly hate that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is like so erm.happening. compared to mos. hahaha. bet you are havin a helluva time there right :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its quite funny how me nd brandon can jus waste like 9 hours of our lives walkin here nd there. to nd from from momo to mos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first we walked to momo. got in. after gettin some ticket from wanting. den some glendolice whatever shit girl tried to borrow id from me. so we decided to walk back wit her to find jiayi. hahaha. nd shes like rantin on abt her experience like  how she got caught nd stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; went to 7-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den  b try to go into mos wit his momo stamp. ahhh. thats the funniest shit. too bad. you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; decided to walk back to momo again. nd hav to beg the bouncer to let us go in cos the clubs closin after ten mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd jus like went in for ten mins. grab some cakes to eat. =) nd we hav to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he went to meet his friends. nd i still insisted on going into mos. cos i srsyl like wasted twelve bucks for nth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd jiayi missed her tokyo drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. i missed tokyo drift too la. it used to be like our favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den met b again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd jus like that. sang loudly. went to macs. ate cup noodles wit hot milo. HAHA. nd jus sat until seven outside the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went bk to jys house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day pwetty much suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd it sucks more. cos brandon is gg away tmr. like wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully youd get back alive. i mean srsly. lose some weight. if you wna die. at least spare some tht for ur friends =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd not to forget my outin wit em. at tiong bahru plaze. like wth. its as if we are struck by some eatin disorder. first we went to get some yan yan at fairprice. den we got more turned on by the sushis at sakae. den we get even more turned on by the awful hard bitter tea eggs . nd the tasteless soya milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still rmb how i ate like five eggs in sch. the schs egg is way better than that one . i can betcha on that. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its funny how lately.&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to remind me of you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to go&lt;br /&gt;Why am I missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Missing you =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice poem right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gettin good at all these yawl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss cursin you. nd throwin vulgarities at you. nd all the shit abt you and your balls. HAHA. i still cant beliv it la. nd all the stupid things you say. nd do. nd how you got a new pair of converse shoes. nd wear new shirts, got a new hairstyle. old jeans. new jeans.old shorts. new zara shirt. ur lousy songs in ur red disgustin mp3. nd of cos.pointin a cam at you alllllllll day long. :)all the bull ******* shit. :)) bye! come back soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116419211158688230?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116419211158688230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116419211158688230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116419211158688230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116419211158688230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-im-quite-happy-cos-i-hav-break.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116395427479502288</id><published>2006-11-19T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T08:38:34.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>prom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the msot interestin part i guess is me nd jiayi walkin thru fareast in our dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iits rlly an experience cos u all missed the part where everyone staree at us as if we are the freakiest freaks on earth , one girl nearly cried when she saw us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corpse bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remind me of myself la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant beliv work can be so super fun =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd ppl are there are nice too. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd parda the reason why its fun is cos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i served olinda cho ! =p srsyl dunno why she likes to go there nd buy tshirts. like jus grab some 75 dollars shirts nd buy without tryin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so super KOOLX. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i dunno why my colleagues like to disturb me la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one likes to grab my receipt nd tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one guy likes to act gay nd dance those se/xy dance . which is rly. erm. gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another likes to make fun of me squattin in the toilet bowl in the friendster pic , and all the stupid lesbian photos i took wit her. nd chase away al my customers somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos there is this one guy who looks super ugly in his shirt. but to convince him to buy. i told him its nice. cos tight shirt accentuate his figure! nd pls. everytime i say that line. ppl seems to believe nd i got more customers =p so learn from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super prouda myself. but that guy has to ttly ruin it for me . he has to giggle at the back!! ahhhhh. damn him! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess everyone loves to bully me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there are nice ppl. like this girl who always buy me mango juice :)) nd believes my hair is fake=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd another girl who likes to boss me ard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd my supervisor who always generously gives me all the commission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but work is gettin fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met so many ppl la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd saw jieying too! wowowow! she looks so slim now ! sexaye yea! nd wear dressss somemore!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koolx yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd also. zhiyang. wit his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd the excitin thing is. his friends admitted that im pretty. nd he is super ugly. super ugly like a UGLY WITCH. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one customer even showed me the thumbs up sign when i told zy that all the clothes would look nice on him. jus like it wld look on shit. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wit are back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such that even my customers are enjoyin my wittiness. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i miss everyone! esp YOU.! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye! goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116395427479502288?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116395427479502288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116395427479502288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116395427479502288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116395427479502288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/11/prom-msot-interestin-part-i-guess-is.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116326433953261610</id><published>2006-11-11T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:04:11.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work nd work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw lotsa ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some rgs girls. haha. wit their bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i got rlly jealous. i also wna go out wit my friends. esp KAIQI! ND HAV FUN!! not stand ard nd work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw char wit jason. hi:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tamzhiyang wit his killer sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make me get scolded by the manager. grrr. screw YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw hr nd justin. no money to buy stuffs stil mus pretend to come nd buy! hahaha. whateVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prom dress how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun even know how to wear them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hav to work early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hear things which you dun wna hear.&lt;br /&gt;to see things which you dont wish to see.&lt;br /&gt;nd yet . you hav to pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end.&lt;br /&gt;the world is jus fuck to me. anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happened to me once.&lt;br /&gt;nd i still cant get over it.&lt;br /&gt;so i will nvr let it get to me again.&lt;br /&gt;i wun.&lt;br /&gt;jus wun.&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/31892144-116326433953261610?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116326433953261610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116326433953261610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116326433953261610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116326433953261610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/11/fri-work-nd-work-saw-lotsa-ppl-some.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116300587994026910</id><published>2006-11-08T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T09:11:20.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scared as hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody came in like pairs. wit their friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd im all alone. fuckin alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i rls that time im rlly on my own. like nobodys gona be there for me. nd im so used to being dependent on everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rlly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus cant seem to get over my COURAGE. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den some girls came to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn sian la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they asked me what sch im from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i said from rgs. then they all look at each other wit this face. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den jus worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd stand for fuckin dunno how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this stupid sheriff person kept talkin to me abt sony errison k610i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so we got the same phone. hahahaha. nd we jus kept complaining how lousy our phone is la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd how the camera ttly sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd it is so not user frriendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den brandon so nice yea..scared i eat lunch alone.. waited for me for 2 hours jus to eat lunch wit me. so nice worrrhx. sorry k. always make you wait so long for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toilet break. everything. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk ard wit brandon nd MINAH. ahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la. brandon. so minah say you cute then you very happy SIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea la. whatever. so cute la you SIA. happy until over the moons alrdy SIA . damn sickenin man you. SIA'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd you better eff off ffrom tangs i tell you. oops &lt;strong&gt;vulgarity&lt;/strong&gt;. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to work. nd hav to stand for so long. nine hours. my leg rlly hurts. i guess im gona quit the job real soon. im nt used to adversity. im too spoilt. im after all. a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a beautiiifullly chiiiiiooooonesss princess living in the castle =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i closed four deals =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee! six hundred bucks k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gettin good at this. but they all say beginner luck! that they jus git me chance. whateverrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mus wake up at six tmr. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116300587994026910?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116300587994026910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116300587994026910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116300587994026910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116300587994026910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-day-of-work-super-scared-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116271761735508404</id><published>2006-11-05T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T01:06:57.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one more day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd itd hav been a year. seems jus like yst hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we can get so close. but never get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me. i dun think ive gotten anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd im a bitch. nd good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully today will be a nice day. so ll tmr. so ll everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hav fun everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ill never let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;so never let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ill be your journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;nd you will be my road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice poem right. ! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos la. i composed one pls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116271761735508404?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116271761735508404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116271761735508404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116271761735508404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116271761735508404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-more-day-nd-itd-hav-been-year.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116257117179385154</id><published>2006-11-03T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T08:26:12.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tht i wld nvr cry for the sch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tht i wld be happy to leave this sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rls i am rlly gona miss the people thr. everyone. includin our favorite mrs ko! nd i hate myself for still not knowin how to sing the sch song properly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even tho i got into a helluva troubles. nd make al the teachers hate me. but mistakes make us grow. nd i hav learnt a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love 406! a lot a lot! love my kq!y-l!yl!jy!char!em! aruna! ner! nd a lot a lot of ppl. includin the ones i rlly hate. for eg. farzanaaa. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i also LOVE the PRCS. hahahaha. PAY UP FOR THE CHALET NOW!=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also LOVE my STRINGS. even tho. im the only one in the wholllle of strings who nvr get the award. its ok, sylvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116257117179385154?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116257117179385154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116257117179385154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116257117179385154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116257117179385154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/11/tht-i-wld-nvr-cry-for-sch-tht-i-wld-be.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116245406428429102</id><published>2006-11-01T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:02:11.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im home early. cos im so tired nd full of grass. im gona go for a bath straight after this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. the soccer game was a blast. nd guess what.andrew chia has officialy appointed himself as our coach.-.- friskin ard wit the ball nd givin us rlly terribly helpful tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone who walked past jus laugh @ us la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i dun mean to praise myself or whatever. but hell yea i am good at soccer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean. i din prac at all. aand not only can I attack like some pro , i can also defend nd become a rlly good goalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like char said. im super cool in the 412 game. cos i catch every one of their ball. omg! im rlly gettin overwhelmed by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr. jus cant stand the last game. the aj shot in one goal!!! how can i be so careless. i guess the cheers of the crowd for me has sorta distracted me.. heh.. i rlly hope they dun cheer so loudly for me nxt time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jy i know. you are super happy you tripped her. hahahaha. whatvver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. congrats to kaiqi 's team for floorball k. wow. champion hurhur, not bad. i cant wait for my FREE DINNER. I guess i deserve it more than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)) im peter crouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw kaiqi. dun be soo sad that tmr is the last day k. dun miss me so much till u cry &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and shit&lt;/span&gt; in the toilet k!! gona miss yoooou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den em, char, jy nd i went on a crazy job hunt. we aint gona be jobless freaks for the rest of our life. nd besides, i still got a gigolo to feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went to some agency which help us find jobs. hopefully they ll help us. but now i rls how scaaary can the interview be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also went ta toyr r us. charmainneee! we are so gona get the job k!! its like livin in the disneyland. nd u can be ur whatever princess. while i can bully the naughty kids! hahahahah!! cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den jus went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. on the mrt. i also dunno why i am so super pissed. but i guess i jus hate ppl talkin abt studies nd academics . esp when they are outside. shld hav fun right. wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this two ri guys sat nxt to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den all the way. they were talkin abt what subj combi they are gona take in rj.i mean dont they hav anything else better to say?!!! nd dun act so know it all pls. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" HMM. I AM NOT GONA TAKE SCIENCE . YOU KNOW SCIENCE IS FIVE HOURS, BUT NORMAL ONLY NEED FOUR HOURS. CHINA STUDIES NOT BAD. AND MAYBE H3. AND MAYBE H2. AND MAYBE H1. AND MAYBE H4. I AM AIMING FOR THE SCOLARSHIP LA. YOU DUNNO WHATS KI? KNOWLEDGE AND INQUIRY. ....AND RJ.. ... " and the rest is bullshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know they jus cant shut their mouth. i jus blast my mp3 till 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant help hearin the last part. where hes gona join floorball. so jy is gona join floorball la. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i dunno why i am so angry. i guess its jus cos, i hate ppl talkin loudly in the mrt . nd probly cos they sound so intellectual, its frustrating. so u are good in ur studies. good for you. keep it to urself. dun show it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp in the presence of smarter ppl like myself . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116245406428429102?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116245406428429102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116245406428429102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116245406428429102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116245406428429102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/11/heyhey-p-im-home-early.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116239772144379699</id><published>2006-11-01T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T08:25:14.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so u found my blog .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you are angry that i lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i nvr tell u is simply cos i jus wan it to be viewed by my friends. less than five ppl view my blog. in case u haven noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i know im super insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant understand what u are feelin. nd i dunno how to make u feel better. i feel like super pressurized by ur questions. its like comin all at once. nd i cant take it ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur insecurity made me feel super insecured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so jus dun talk to me anymore k. itd probly be better for you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd we will defintely do well for soccer tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaiqi. srsly i hav full one hundred per cent confidence. i wun fall. im peter crouch. the best. ill own the game tmr. ahhahahaha. YAY. nd u better go find job wit me. SINCE EM DECIDED TO abandon ME. ND GOT HERSELF A COMFY TUITION JOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd yilin. thanks for the song . omg. its like. so super nice. nicer than ur face definitely. nd u look super pweety in ur photos la!! &lt;33333&gt;&gt; LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im in this super bad mood today. nd if i happen to sound offensive (which i rarely do, cos im simply so friendly nd so nice, nd everyone jus love me) , i take it back. i take it back. i take EVERYTHING BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd liek the channel eight. nine clk show said!! my favorite la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the worst crack can be mended, as long as you have the will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. i sound clever right. its direct interpretation from chinese ok! this is proof that my chinese hav improved. nd my future as an interpretator is bright. so everyone. take chinese in JC OK! for ur own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116239772144379699?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116239772144379699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116239772144379699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116239772144379699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116239772144379699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-u-found-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116222751638228418</id><published>2006-10-30T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T08:58:36.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i wrote soma the longest nd most excitin post of the times. nd yet. bloger has to destroy everything i hav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the main gist of this post is to wish YILIN. HAPPY BIRTHDAY. OMGGGGG. DREADFUL. ITS SO GONNA BE HALLLOWEEEN. MONSTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ND . EMILY. THANKS FOR BEING SUCHA SPECIAL FRIEND. LETS REMAIN JOBLESS FOREVER LA. srsly. wee rlly needa go find job can nt. i mean i hav alrdy demoted ymself to 5 dollar per hour. nd yet nobody wan me??? what joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd yall so hav to read em's blog. cos she wrote one LOOONG POST PRAISIN ME. HER BEEYOUTIFU; ND CHIIIO FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok joke of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaiqi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jokin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still quite funny right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok .  joke of the day. real thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. lemme tell yall a story first. as you all might hav heard. or SMELL. kaiqi shitted in the schs toilet TODAY. AHAHAHHAHAHA. she hav to scream in the toilet nd tellthe whole world. you shld see how the whole world in the toilet jhus evacuate themself like BLAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS JUS THE EMPTY TOILET. PLUS OF COS. KAIQI ND HER SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so . as all of you curious lill girls might hav wondered. how exactly does kaiqi's shit look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUS LOOK INTO THE MIRROR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;okk that is copyrighted ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIYING(C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. gotta go sleep. super tired pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait. i shall end  wit one schweeet lill poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face. as pale as the winter snow.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes. as red as the blood.&lt;br /&gt;my nose, as flat as those of a bull.&lt;br /&gt;my ears, big as the elephant.&lt;br /&gt;but stilll. i am . a happy little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as happy as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote that myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116222751638228418?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116222751638228418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116222751638228418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116222751638228418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116222751638228418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok-i-wrote-soma-longest-nd-most.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116160695888667973</id><published>2006-10-23T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T05:35:59.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helllo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a shittenin day to start out the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 8, thinkin that i ll hav one PROPER chinese lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd in the end! reached sch at ten to slack until THREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least i did my theory. :) im gettin good at it! yay! thanks to nerrissa nd yi---------------lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhaha. nd nerissa's black book srsly sucks. a lot. alot. alot. haha.' prospective jc: rjc, with lotsa flirty boys and flirty girls.'.. pls. what crap is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went to test run our airplane. wth. our airplane cant even stay in air for more than two sec. stupid thiock. down there laughin at us. nd his laughter is those kinda smirk. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den whenver we fly,and it immediately plunge to the ground, thicok would stand there chucklin to himself. nd mutter, not even more than two sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. btw our plane is called CDN. hahahha. guess it. stupid freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den jus went to town. nd came super late for ONE hour of analyzin talk. den wooah. kaiqi is super TOUCHED that we came back for analyzin talk. cos shes alone. nd she is somemore . LING 4 YAN3 XIANG1 KAN4. woahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shld i feel prouda myself that she praised me cos she is usually full of shitty comments abt me? yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the talk, the &lt;strong&gt;ugly MONK who is carryin one lousy STICK ard orchard&lt;/strong&gt;, em, nd me went to town to look for jobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd we looked ardlike mad. nd managed to apply for the HMV one. wth., i bet i wun get that can. i know nth abt music at all. i jus rls. all the album,all the rock bands, i hav NEVER heard before in my WHOLE life. yucks. sucks like shit can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus hand in a blank page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den after the ugly, disgustin, nauseatin, pukable, MONK left, me nd em went to ps to look for the daiso job, cos we heard they welcome students. whoo. lucky its open. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also applied for times bookstore. so since we aplied for SO many. THREE. i rlly hope we can get at least one.the bookstore one is the best la. den since we like to read books, (for eg, the historian, the trex ) we wld get DISCOUNT .as the staff assistant there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so . dun be too jealous. ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd emily even wna apply for a job in CARREFOUR. ND SPOTLIGHT. where all the old HAGS work. shes super mean la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd yilin. srsly, u jus cant be pleased isit? nd every lill poem u also hav to comment on. maybe ur mouth is jus itchy. i hope it rot. :) den u wun get to sing on thurs. klunch. hawhawhaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116160695888667973?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116160695888667973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116160695888667973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116160695888667973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116160695888667973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/10/helllo-what-shittenin-day-to-start-out.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116150261935764481</id><published>2006-10-22T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:37:53.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went down to gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took taxi. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a bita crowd hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den jus help jy take tickets nd al those stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dirisa cried. cos she has to take norm acad. hope shes feelin better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den a fight happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus sat there. while em nd char alrdy run away like lightning. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help man! one girl jus all of a sudden come nd scold gillian. den they threw chairs all those. im scared la pls! but everything became fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i rls i nvr once step into galleria. wth. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the things are super ex. so i ll nvr buy those things in my whole life anw. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dxo. cos char promised me free entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd jy has to make me come all the way back to say hellllo to her =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol! HELLO. . hahaha wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i rlly cant stand it that the kennth wong can always come nd scold me. i come den he straight away shout at me. lucky me nd char alrdy come up wit this plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he is sleepin that time =p=p we will both go nd strangle him! cant wait . srsly. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus went in for five minutes. nd go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mus start studyin chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i finally know how much it sucks. i rlly dun care anymore. but i cant stop thinkin abt it. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;An empty room can be so deafening,The silence makes me wanna scream. it drives me crazy. i chased away the shadows of your name, and burned the picture in a frame, but it couldnt save me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how could we quit something we never even tried? well. you still cant tell me why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but no matter how i tried, i cant hate you anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;peace out. =))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116150261935764481?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116150261935764481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116150261935764481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116150261935764481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116150261935764481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-down-to-gig.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116089299415405485</id><published>2006-10-14T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:16:34.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so yilin hate my poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. maybe shes jealous. but suddenly, i feel like i hav some POETIC FLAIR. nd i wish to SHOW IT OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad yi--------------------------------lin. (( see i finally know how to spell yur stupid hyphenated dash-ed name..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres one more.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every new beginning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;comes from some some beginnings end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every time you kill me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am born again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every time you close that door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another door is opened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And every time you say goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;a different word is spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every time you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my back is facing you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And every time you ask to see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll have something else to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every time I join your game,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're not playing fair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And every time I really love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I pretend that I don't care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus wna let you know. i rlly love you. yilin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yucks i dunno why poems nowadays are so frustratingly crappy. like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye. im off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116089299415405485?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116089299415405485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116089299415405485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116089299415405485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116089299415405485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-yilin-hate-my-poem.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116080204324732209</id><published>2006-10-13T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T06:51:09.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellllo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came to sch super super early. for PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srsly. its damn disgustin. so me nd em decided to go for some breakfast. yucks. the idea of havin breakfast at macs in the morning rlly helluva disgust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk there. den saw lotsa cute lill puppies. wth. i rlly feel like havin puppies now. though im half sure that i ll prolly dump it somewhere after like1 months. nd em knows almost all the name of thedogs. golden retriever. and lots la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes crazy !! nd she even came up wit a plan to persuade her parents to let her have dogs. hahaha. went to macs to eat hotcakes. its rlly fillin. den slept on the table while waitin for em to finish stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to taka. cos we rlly wna find a place to sit nd sleep. how stupid can it be, when we eventually found a bench to sleep, den we decided to go back to sch. jus slept in sch all the way til twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally. schs over. nd i dunno why i have to come up with this crazy plan to go home in a new direction. so after crossin the traffic , we jus decided to walk straight where all the estates are . its rlly breezy, pls. nd like em said. sometimes she jus feel shes in france. walkin this stretch of road, filled wit fallen leaves nd listenin to the whispers of the breeze. hahahaha. shes relly crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the worst thing abt this new way home was that. i got lost in the middle of the road. ALONE. i cant find the shit newton mrt. nd its disastrous. because i was walkin the highway like some maniac. wavin my hand wildly nd nearly gettin crashed by cars. nd i saw qingyu! but she doesnt wna help me!! i guess is becos i treat her badly =p=p=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha. wth. in the end. em still gotta save me. its super stupid laa. i swear man. i ll nvr take that route home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waste my time. nd besides it s too traumatic for my frail lill baby heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home. nd came out to meet jiayi nd dirisa. hahaha. dirrissa new hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopped a bit. den cab to jys gig. wow wow wow. its super busy there la. but at least. i got the job this time =p=p=p den 'fuckin dirisa kept swearin fuckin fuck nd all her favorite hkkien vulgarities. ugh. yucks. but shes a good emcee la. better than. the who.yes la jiayi! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd char, isnt it like the funnest thing to do. wth. nd we got our paay. :) whoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like ppl jus keep on streamin in. this gig was like super success. =p cos so many ppl came. nd me nd char were like wth! ppl were jus like throwin tickets nd money at us. its super scary. one little boy even swore vulgarities at me. i wna kill him. nd theres this big guy who askied me angrily why he has no drink tickets. im scaared. nd . i cannt stand the fact that old ppl are comin to this gigs. i mean they can come. but they dun hav to keep on demandin for drink coupons nd act so big . wtevr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we went in. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many ppl. better than last week. nd lots of ppl bangin nd pushin each other ard. ahhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after that. it becomes super borin. nd i dunno what happens. but she jus all of a sudden broke down nd cry becos she saw him puttin his hands ard her. the whole floor becomes empty alluva sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den everyone jus went out la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry k!! cos i hafta go home early that day. hope u are feelin better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky i got to the mrt on time. or else i ll kill daryl pls. its super stupid cos i wna go . den he jus kept mumblin go dxo. go dxo. go dxo. nd i rmb i was lyin on the road den char jus kept sayin cockroach cockroach. i also dunno wth is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye. take care the whole world. i cldnt be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people talk and talk&lt;br /&gt;and never say a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Some people look at you&lt;br /&gt;and birds begin to sing.&lt;br /&gt;Some people laugh and laugh&lt;br /&gt;and yet you want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Some people touch your hand&lt;br /&gt;and music fills the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116080204324732209?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116080204324732209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116080204324732209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116080204324732209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116080204324732209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/10/hellllo-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116045894246358570</id><published>2006-10-09T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:56:22.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im home. cos i hv this super super ''bad headache.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd pls. aruna. dun we jus think that christina is like this super weird nd funny woman who not only forces us to donate for breast cancer. but also scold us for comin to the office to get the yellow slip??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den jus went home. i wna study for maths. but wth. im like so damn super tired. slept at two yst !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd a hell lots of things happened laa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like literally watchin a drama unfold. each moment comes more shockin than the nxt. nd to think we only thought it happened in movies. but srsly , all of us cant beliv it happened. so real . so unbelievable. nd so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wished, like in the movies, even though the story had now come to sucha horrible twist, there will still be a happy endin. but it rlly depends on the three of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both me nd aruna decided to not take sides at all. nd simply be a good friend nd listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i hafta admit, it came as a shock. i was as shock as everyone else. nd i understand how she feels. ok maybe not understand completely, but i know she will be able to pull through. as kaiqi said, she is a person of strong will. she will be able to take the blow. after all, life still goes on, there is still this long stretch of road ahead. though we may all still remember this incident , even when we are old nd haggard nd ugly nd weak nd dyin, but when we looked back, itd be simply a small part of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. the above does not rlly apply to kaiqi. cos she is alrdy old nd haggard nd weak. nd ugly. shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hope for the better . as in patch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is still wrong though. rule number one, your (best)friend' s bf is off limit.its as simple as that, an unwritten law of friendship. you will say you dun like him, no matter what is it u rlly feel .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make the right decision everyone!! nd no matter what happens, we will always be friends to yall. so take care. of ur stomach too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srsly. peace out everyone! cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its heartbreakin to see all ur friends so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its jus a sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116045894246358570?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116045894246358570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116045894246358570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116045894246358570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116045894246358570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-home.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-116006240603952413</id><published>2006-10-05T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T08:33:26.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heelloo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im srsly tired. todays event nd everything that happened jus makes me damn tired, sad , confused nd wuteva u say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so firstly, i had to see khc for some bookings thing. helllp. srsly, i had enf of this. most of the bookins i dun rmb at all!! its awful. but wth!! some ppl got like twelve bookings. or even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew. im so happy nd relieved . i aint that bad after alll yeah. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a new nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats harvard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. sch, yilin , kaiqi, nd everybody else makes me feel that livin in this world is pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shippery shope? shi shuo? trex? harvard? projector? nd now. perhaps. the pencil??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;large doodle on my MATHS FA.???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rlly dun think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what, im gon prove it to teh whole world. im gona go harvard. i hav the brain. so shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rlly isnt that difficult as i thought. yilin. jus be prepared to work under me. me , the ceo. u , the janitor. hawhawhaw. what a joke. the funniest joke on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd my baby jiayi. hope things get better. nd cheer up ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things are  too complicated for me to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but i guess there are reasons why i used to trust noone.  ''you tht you know someone, but in the end, it turn out to be one big lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, every touch, every kiss''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hahahahahahhaha. guess where i got that from????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHES THE MAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh laugh laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd sorry to hr too!! i mean as in srsly, super super sorry. i rlly am. ahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-116006240603952413?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/116006240603952413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=116006240603952413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116006240603952413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/116006240603952413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/10/heelloo-im-srsly-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115997380869603863</id><published>2006-10-04T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T07:56:48.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played mahjong right in the mornin&lt;br /&gt;nd it rlly stinks. cos myluck is way bad. perhaps cos i was facin the toilet, or simply put, facing kaiqis face. cos if u happen to look closely enf, her face actly resembles mucha the toilet. ugh. creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went to get our test papers. i passed. hopefully tmr . ill pass too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that, went out wit jy nd em. den char came along. jus ate desert at the cine foodcourt. at least this time, jy din eat her shit ass soursop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if its like a curse or what. but everytime we go out, something shit will bound to happen, nd i will act like some insanioc psychomaniac, nd its always over trivial bullshits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the way to sch, charmaine asked when is our analysin talk. so everybody shouted at her,nd told her that its physics of flight, but wth! she only scolded me, nd told me, weiying, i know, so jus shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i dunno why, but i jus felt anger bubbling inside me. like fire. omg. i rlly swear i jus wna kill nd strangle charmaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of what happened jus felt like sucha damned trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shouted at charmaine. m****** .  not onyl at her of cos. in front of the sch. in front of all the sec three. sec two whatever bullshit there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seriously damned nd cursed nd disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i chiong up to teh classroom. nd sat there peacefully. tryin to calm my irrational anger, over a shutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;now that i think of it. its seriously quite funny. kaiqi. i gues you re right. i rlly need some anger management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls. help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we shouted again. nd this time is even worse, cos there is someone on the other line. nd i jus shouteed.  =(((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i threw the chair around. slam the door damn loud!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiya they all jus stare at me like ive gone crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shit god laa. i cant believe i did that. den i went to the toilet to scream also. wthhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut uppp!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wna dieee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but srsly, after that, i felt so ,much so much better. it is srsly good stress relief. i ve never felt so much better before. i wna try it again. i wna i wna!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry charmaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still friends baby? lolololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd kaiqi. stop being so analytical la. cos all ur analysis are pure crap. i dunno why u evenbother. nd srsly, jus drop out of analyzin talk, it has turned you into another completely insane analysin freaaak/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know even the charmaine nd i quarrel thing she also has to analyse. yucks. get lost laa mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i rlly dunno what you want. so i jus wish for you to eff off. cos i had enf of ur bullshit nd all that. nth u say will affect me that much anymore. at least, i ll just treat it as jus another ona ur lies. so dun try . cos im not stupid. i m actly super sensitive. nd besides... ianalyze as well as kaiqi. =D whahahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ND WAIT UP IS MY WORD. PLS. ITS NOT CHARMAINEs SHE AHS NVR SAID IT IN HER WHOLE LIFE. ND SHES JUS LYING. SEXY BACK IS MINE AS WELL. ok. whatever. im gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115997380869603863?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115997380869603863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115997380869603863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115997380869603863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115997380869603863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/10/heyhey-played-mahjong-right-in-mornin.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115988835037285270</id><published>2006-10-03T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T08:12:30.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helllo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday sucks cos we hav to go back to sch. nd not only do we hav to go back to sch. we hav to get back our test paper. which is totally the most turn off thing in my whole life. currently, i did ok. not too bad. at least i nvr fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd to the whole world. i got one good news for yer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what. at least i din fail my bio this time round. i pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by half a mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the world. jus be happy for me . though its rlly sad. but who cares. i mean srsly. who gits a damn abt everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i feel like i lived such an unhealthy lifestyle now. i wna kill myself. nd i felt so tired and 'sian to teh max' all the time. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd today durin hollywood, we jus ttly slept. nd guess what. i made one new friend. chaishuyi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! yay! i felt so happy i made one new friend. nd guess what, chars jealous cos shes my friend nd not HERS. so. too bad. but at least some 'COOL' girl who puts her hand in a V shape thinks she is our friend. so charmaine, you still got one friend no matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd srsly, mahjong is gettin rlly old. im so tired of it. i dunno why. i guess when things get done too often, youll get sick of it. nd i win so damn often. heh. so mus git others a chance too right?? besides.. the debbie thing is ttly funny. hahahah. yay! deb is so nice to cheat!! whoots whoots! so everyone who play mahjong wit her! jus openly look at her tiles, its no big deal, she wun notice trust me . =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im damn sleeepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd whatever happens, i dun rlly care anymore. i tried enf, nd its time i stop tryin.  so be it. ahhh. wish itd get off my head . its been there long enfff!!! effing shit. i ll get things right for once. i promise .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115988835037285270?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115988835037285270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115988835037285270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115988835037285270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115988835037285270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/10/helllo-im-like-back-monday-sucks-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115937031959172183</id><published>2006-09-27T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T08:24:08.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy bday geetha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nd debbie&lt;/span&gt;. -sulks. srsly. i cant stand debbie. why does she get sucha nice present?!! so damn unfair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. pe is kinda fun. nd i guess char nd jy k now the reason why. but the only unfun thing is gettin accused of being john and jonah right in the morning. -.-'' lol.. i duno why but i think that floorball is super cool now. since me nd jy is finally able to work tgther. sometimes . hahahahaha. den run ard the track ONCE wit char.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to the canteen. den they jus talk. so since they think that my writin style is kinda 'imba'? nd sorta' teh coo'l? nd perhaps a lill bit 'zomg'. i decided to change to avoid any misunderstandin. srsly. ihav enf of this. ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd time passes rlly fast man. i cant beliv we can jus sit at the table, and like TWO freakin hours can jus pass by without me knowin. srsly, i still tht it was recess!! OMG. isnt that scaryyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for options .. kaiqi nd i think that up till now, options had done everything it could to make us lazy, fat nd sleep . ugh, i dun think i benefit at all from options la. zzzzzz hahaha nd physics of flight is super funny. cos me nd char jus cant stop quarellin. cos she loves to scold me so much! i told her to shut up! nd you shld see how angry she was! but its ttly funny as she jus sulks by herself tyin the string ard the kite, learnin how to make some use out of her GIRL GUIDES skill while the rest of us jus happily doodle on the kite.. srsly, she deserves the guides award. not some jackie c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok but the ttlly climax of today is me learnin how to play MAHJONG!!! hahahaha! omg! i cant beliv i nvr even touched mahjong tiles before in my whole life, and today, 27 sept 2006, a wednesday, i finally know how mahjong is played. this is super cool , nd brave quoted from kaiqi, as i jus fearlessly sat at the table, with no prior knowledge whatsoever of the danger lurkin behind. nd all the schemin and plottin friends that ar all tryin ta harm me. nd guess what! i won TWO TIMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! though it is not official, but i shld get the credit. a novice, gettin all the luck! nd 'HU' so many times. pls.. i rlly am good hurhurhur. so kq, farz, em nd char whtever, jus dun be tooo jealous yea=p. they think they can confuse me nd make me lose by hurryin me all teh time , nd cursin me. no such luck baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was the monopoly queen back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd this time, i shall be the mahjong queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its jus too bad im so good at everything i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since there is this popular wave of ' to a friend's blog' furore going ard. i decide that i shall be a parta it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so . to a friends blog : srsly, i hav enf of being scolded nd criticised all the time. nd all the nicknames. i think it is rlly sian  its ENOUGH. disco hair? trex? then now. now what? JOHN ?? JOHNA?!?!?!!  i rlly dun think so you know. nd pullin down the screen. you also can laugh?!! hahahahahahhaa. rlly. pythagoras. its too much i tellyou. so i might jus report it to the sch, cos this is a case of sch bully.-shrugs. too bad. =p=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. nd i decided that i owe nerissa a public apology for takin her singapore idol ticket out of extreme selfishness, nd not turnin up for this show. i am truly apologetic, nd i wish for her forgiveness. nd besides, nerissa is a truly selfess friend, who has given me three ticket generously. i rlly regret not appreciatin her kindness nd her friendship is deeply treasured by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chicken invasion rocks my world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115937031959172183?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115937031959172183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115937031959172183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115937031959172183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115937031959172183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-bday-geetha-d-nd-debbie.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115918740725480742</id><published>2006-09-25T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T05:32:07.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life still sucks. as usual. all the normal stuffs. nd i jus cant get outta that the whole world hates me so i hate them mood. i dun think that serious depression is ever gonna go away. and i dun want it to. cos im rlly revellin in it. so jus leave me alone. =p=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw.played monopoly durin our break. sometimes i wished i can be less lucky. and less rich. heh. i guess this game sorta defined my future. =a sucessful businesswoman or simply someone wit a promisin and bright career. so .. dun be too jealous yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to challenge farzy nd kaiqi tmr. i guess monopoly is the only thing in my life that can keep me high and awake. not to mention teh samosa. &lt;3 haha. nd kaiqi's 'crabby' is ugly . rlly ugly. and uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;analyzin t. is rlly grosssss. i dunno why it mus add to my misery. my life is alrdy miserable end, why mus it put me to more torture?? nd that stupid em tht she can fool the tcher by listenin to mp3 and watchin movie right in fronta her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes rly dumb. nd i still hafta find the stupid cinderella stry for her. grumbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that tcher jus treat us as if we are not alive. so i dun rlly care either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and em nd i finally decide that we shld not eat too much. seriously, option is totally ruinin our lives. it kept us feelin fat and unaccomplished most of the time. whenever we have nothing to do, we jus told ourselves. its time to eat. nd not jus eat EAT. our meal usually comprise wit desssert. drinks! and icecream. and chips. crackers. luxury. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus today we get to eat deb's choc cake as DESSERT. hahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help. whyyy!! why is my life so messed up nd miserable??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so for tmr. no more ICECREAM emily!! seriously u need to wake up nd stop comfortin urself that eatin more icecream will help increase our metabolism!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so . gonna eat lesser tmr. no more chips nd cracks for movie. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: )) nd teddy geigar nd sugarcult ttly rocks my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115918740725480742?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115918740725480742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115918740725480742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115918740725480742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115918740725480742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-life-still-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115894344734519722</id><published>2006-09-22T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T09:44:07.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently schs turned into some kinda hell hole for me. cos i jus feel damn weird everywhere i go. ok. this is not a joke. i know yall are gona start holla at me or sth. but anw! i am gona say it again. and i dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently everyone jus got me feelin this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate everyone. i hate the world. the world is so unfair to me. and i hav no friends. cos the whole world hates me. and i hate them.  i hate the world. i hate all my friends. cos they all hate me. and they are all out to harm me. and hurt me. and i am gona die if i hang out with them. cos they are plottin against me. so i hv no friends. i hav no friends. cos i hate everyone&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. happy? happy charmaine yap? happy aruna? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus feel angry all the time now. looks like i got aruna's anger disease. need ta go for some anger management. anw. todays incident is jus super funny. and it got me laughin plssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lemme start from early in the mornin. wake up. went for maths. but its super nice today. cos we only get to go to sch at ten. but i rlly hate gg to sch. lemme tell u why. because. the first thing i stepped into the classroom. i must either see yilin's black face , and how she demands for my teerex book and scold me. nd tell me to shutup so that i cant participate in the class convo. or go into teh classroom to meet neriisa's rolin eyes. i mean wth! normal friends when they see each other will say hello or these stuffs right?&gt;??? i mean srsly  normal ppl would do jus that. but my friends? roll eyes at me. tell me to shutup?? hahahaha. i feel so bullied. i dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a spammer who spammed kqs blog called himself john. dom. and naturally its decided that its me =) i tolja my life is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. after that, jy came cus she slept late. den she brough along her rice crackers. wth so nice. then em , like the greeedy pig that she always was, went ta open the crackers. ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, is top secret. hahahahha. but it got us into some lift issue which is jus as funny =)) yepyep. but lemme clarify. we rlly tried to help. too bad machine nowadays are rlly stubborn. they defy mankinds. i rlly tried my best to rip open the door. heh. guess i wasnt strong enf. so sorry k. sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den physics of flight.&lt;br /&gt;went out wit aruna, char nd em lata. yucks, nd we gotta stay till like 6 for the inconvo. yucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went ta eat peppered lunch. finally. so too bad yl. den met jy. nd they jus lemme walk like some loser in a trance. so whatever! walked to cines, teh food court, where char nd jy is like some freak who think they can take my stuffs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now. come ta think of it. i rlly feel like laughin. cos i jus cried nd shout nd scream at them. den em nd aruna got a shock, cos i jus snatch away my zen from them nd they cant watch cinderella story. too bad. haha freak man! i feel like im behavin like some pri sch kids can!! haahahhaha hahahaha. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd this stupid freak ass jy jus cont eatin her soursop nd spittin out teh seeds, but its rlly damn funny. now i know why everyone always ask me if im angry nowadays. cos i rls i get pretty ticked off nowadays. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went ta ps to meet hanrong. haha. hes damn nice la. lol . den we tried to find a straight bus 190 back to sch. but wth! we jus ttly cant find the bustop! so hafta walk one biiigggg round around the stupid park. ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went back to sch for teh in convo. suck like hell. cos the pink lady rlly hates me. srsly, i dunno what is wrong wit her, and her frown. why mus she keep starin at me. ok .. maybe besides listenin occasionally to the mp3, readin storybook, and munchin on some chips hahaha. i rlly tried my best to listen attentively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why mus she hate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for some refreshment. which is rlly nice. esp the alcoholised samosa . hahaha. srsly, the samosa is like drugged or whatever, cos after that, me aruna and char jus cant stop gettin high and laughin like some lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at lido, where they ran off to return some bag to some weird speakin woman. -.-''. why are they so nice? i mean . stop being nice la. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we get rlly happy talkin . cos its rlly fun discussin why some ppl behave the way they do, and how simple things said may seem harmless but it rlly hurts badly. its jus funny how totally un tragic we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw jy nd jason nd of cos, dirisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den talked a lot. actly not talk la. more like screamin and shoutin nd laughin in taka like crazy. we ttly dun rls it. i mean i am ttly oblivious to everyone ard me. i kinda thk im alone in taka. all cos of teh drugged samosa and choc rols la. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw the stuffs we talk are like top secret . ahahhahahaa. or else itd be a tragedy. but we jus think that us joyful ppl shld learn to spread our joys and happiness to the world. so everyone wld be happy. nd lead a cheerful life. yep thats what we thk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. pythagoras. i jus wna u to know that u ll nvr get to read the trex book. nd i dun appreciate being scolded like 24/7, in sch, in kqs blog, online, by you. =p . dun forget our harris nd p.l date. hahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115894344734519722?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115894344734519722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115894344734519722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115894344734519722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115894344734519722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115832239194931964</id><published>2006-09-15T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T05:18:10.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks like hell. i jus cant stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;options stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partly cos i cant stop makin a fool outta myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the canteen part is worst off. cos i jus spill all my rice like all over my skirt. nd yes. i am surrounded by a pool of rice. so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i mean. swim in it la whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is jus the beginning of a fucked up day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finanacial planning is seriously the crappiest. i mean. what else do u do then jus slack ard nd sleep?? i mean i was ttly listenin to my mp3 nd jus doin maths :) ok. im a good girl. cos maths has sth to do wit financial planning. but i guess the worst is that me nd char played the whtever 5 10 things usin our sour sweets. gross off pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean. she still treat the class all those sweets we touched nd dropped on the class later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. but at least i got all her sweets. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we are late for this analysin talk stuffs. nd wth!! i tht the class is like empty nd gone. so i jus screamed. oh man. im like so embarrased. its jus like the fartin thing la. i mean. not that i farted of cos. whatver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its rlly embarrassin. but watch the monkeys jumped here nd there is sorta fun i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes ended early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd saw sean yeoh. so i faster turn away. not even sure if its him. but that green shirt wit that green slippers. damn right its him la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught d.w.p. im like so damn hungry alrdy pls. but ok. i mean the show is alright. jus this glam girl struttin ard here nd there. there is ABSOLUTELY no plot abt teh story at all plsplspls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth. nd why does anne hathaway always play those ugly turned pretty roles????? but its rlly a damn smart choice she refused to be led into a lives she knew she wldnt be happy. i think that those ppl in high nd powerful positions are rlly sad. i mean. their lives are pretty screwed up. they hav noone they can rlly trust. they hav no real friends, jus buncha suckups who wana get sth outta her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd it kinda reminds me of... me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it might be that im too insecure or wuteva. but i guess many events proved it all la. it might seem like jokes or wuteva to them. but to me, it isnt. seriously i dun like it. nd all teh more i dun like ppl talkin abt it. i guess its like that..some ppl jus cannt be trusted.so im jus comfortable wit the status quo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats life. you cant hav it all . you win , you lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate yoshi .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. my favorite yoshi =p=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummmy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beef bowl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd there are so many cats roamin my neighbourhood. scary plss!! shivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slack ard. played monopoly. nd i got rlly damn competitive. i mean. i cant help it that i like to think like a businessman : )))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd why is everyone so jealous of me hurhurhur?? i know im the monopoly queen , and i am THE monopoly. but its alright. i can understand. hahaha. jus got into this HUGE fight where everyone is like damn jealous of me. nd wana piecof my assets. too bad it all came bac to me in the end. MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la. jus jokin. but i hate the game.cos it turned us into enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went home. (WENT HOME ND STUDY OK.) cos i got pissed wit charmaine. its rlly irritatin why she jus hav to pick a fight wit me all teh time. nd the most disgustin thing is. i finally witnessed it wit my own eyes. that they actly call my HOUSE. TO CHECK ON ME. HAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its damn funny la. i told my mum nd shes like disgusted .:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the weekends would be fabulous. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115832239194931964?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115832239194931964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115832239194931964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115832239194931964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115832239194931964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/09/thurs.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115815944329369364</id><published>2006-09-13T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T08:00:04.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyheyhey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holla at you foxy mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint that cool. i dunno why but i find that esp cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lemme blog abt our fav OPTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like rlly damn cool. cos in the first place. me , EM and char so happen to be in teh same option. so we are rlly rejoicin in this coincidence. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess options is like kinda fun. except the fact that we get all those shitty timeslots. so many breaks in btw. but everday, we hafta stay till 5 clk. =( lifes unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. today. the second day of sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EARLY in the mornin. we hav this LONG counsellin session wit sean yeoh. because we are the deserters ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the stuffs he said are rlly &lt;/s&gt;funny &lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;moving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly. we are labelled as some hardcore who find absolute thrill in rebelling. hahaha. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. nd plus the police car. its actly quite funny. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least. we are ona teh few in rgs. who are streetsmart. and from the way he said it. WE ARE GONA DO GREAT THINGS IN THE FUTURE. :) whatever .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. had "myths" and "legends" and " men in skirts" later hahahhaa. get the "joke" . "please" "understand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den in between. we played monopoly. which kinda turned all of us into enemies. i started to really HATE charmaine yap. cos she likes to cheat my money. nd force me to give her my assets AT A LOSS. not so dumb baby :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least kaiqi is my alliance. so she gets special treatment @ a discount. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den den den . we had physics of FLIGHT. omg. this is like the funnest options we ever had. hahahha. seriously. its the least expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole class has been told to build paper aeroplane. nd as i looked ard, i see everyone just leisurely takin out their paper plane, or sleepin, or doin sth else. but as i turn to face my three other classsmates. i am overwhelmed wit shock . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos we are DAMN COMPETITIVE. everyone else build jus ONE paper plane. but we built FOUR. FIVE. SIX. planes. ugh. nd still hav strategy summor. paste all them scotchtape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. so we went down to the coconut tree area.nd em threw this super power throw and sent it flyin so damn far.! wowowow! we are like the first from the start. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den subsequently. noone beat our score. except one team .. but jus this one last minute.! kaiqi picked up this lousy super tattered pieceof plane. nd i told her that its useless, nd to jus throw it away. but she insisted! nd give it to emily. sososo! we watched helplessly as emily raised her arms to thrust that piece of ragged paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we looked in disbelief nd shock as the plane sailed swiftly through the air, and landed 18.5 m from us. so we cheered . cheer nd cheer nd cheer. while everyone else gawk at us.including mr thio. including the red crosser. including my sister. -.-'' i cant beliv weve taken this so seriously, nd competitively. ! help me out someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst is! we actly asked thiock for the prize. we rlly sounded like a buncha psch kids. omg. plsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. ! nd the nine clk show on channel 8 is rlly cool. i love teh part where the mad woman stab herself repeatedly wit the fork. hahaha ! why she always play the mad one nowadays. the last time she acted, she also became mad nd stripped in public. hahahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok goodnight.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115815944329369364?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115815944329369364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115815944329369364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115815944329369364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115815944329369364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/09/heyheyhey-holla-at-you-foxy-mama.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115759917164982401</id><published>2006-09-06T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:19:31.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>morning morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes char. electrico ronin wgb nd the sun wuteva never fails to save our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to everyone who wna catch these LIVE bands playin!! its @ esplanade! from 6 to late night!  hahahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd some ppl are actin freakin weird these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i cant figure why they are actin like that. wthhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so char is in town alone.. hahaha. i believe her. i believe her SO DAMN much yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd jiayi. its ttly not fair to curse me in ur blog like nobodys business.  wut kinda friend are u hurhur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115759917164982401?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115759917164982401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115759917164982401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115759917164982401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115759917164982401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/09/morning-morning-yes-char.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115754934971520197</id><published>2006-09-06T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T06:29:09.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yooohooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went ta watch monster house today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mus definitely watch ok!  its like. SO DAMN FREAKY. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd stupid freak. make me wake up so early jus to catch that freaky dumb show. whatever ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck for ur gig anw. nd dun screw ard wit security guard. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd today not to mention. its THE 1000000 TH! YAYAYAY!! yaynesss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd tmr i wana go !! but what to tell my mummmmy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i very scared! charmaine! you alcoholic! mus help me out okokokokk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mus call at 10 sharp aaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. what to say. rock concert gig?? ronin? electrico? damn man. comeon. i hope this time i can lie convincingly. but i DO lie convincingly right.?? right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd nerissa. zomg. i cant beliv SOME people think sssss will like her. ewwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd to think u laugh like so happy when u tht it was my account i sent. i finally seen the true colors of my friends! wahahahahah!  ok jus jokin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is rlly funny if it was like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye! sch hols endin soon. which is like so disgustin hurhurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least we GET to play after teh hols. nt like some sch. hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115754934971520197?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115754934971520197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115754934971520197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115754934971520197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115754934971520197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/09/yooohooo-went-ta-watch-monster-house.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115743955788751724</id><published>2006-09-04T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T00:03:06.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its nt fair that u can make me feel like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy. so uncertain at times. so sad. so broken. so hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find myself fallin in love wit things that u love. bands that u love. drinks that u love. movies that u like. and all the stupid video clips that u show me.. nd all the other super unfunny jokes u tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd the stupid things we do tgth. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd checkin my phone from times to times .. or rushin to pick up phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd .. despite all teh shit u done. despite all the stupid excuses u give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find myself believin it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd forgivin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd even if i know u dun rlly care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that only makes me care more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd all your shortcomin jus all of a sudden make you seem so much so much more adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtmf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit. i hate this. gon go my new bed nd sleep my day off.. meetin char lata to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alcoholic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115743955788751724?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115743679063587891</id><published>2006-09-04T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:13:10.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno why some people can just totally make my day with a few simple words.. even after all the shit they had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while some nice people will jus make me feel even more grossed out nd disgusted by them.. no matter how hard they try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is shit ass unfair aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i aint gon play it fair too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i rlly do miss it la. i mean ..  like gone for so long. den .. i feel damn awkward and confused nd all them shit la. but i rlly do wan it. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. whatever. anw. the past few days has been alright.. jus doing stuffs. krunk.. gg out wit jy nd char. and whats wit the neoprints? comeon. they are shit mad pls. haha. nd somehow..  char has gone damn crazy nd turned inta some kinda freak .. whats wit butterscotch??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so today is like this fuckin boring day aye... yawness.  see im so bored i even started pickin up maplestory! whoohoo. to all them pro maple story ppl. teach me ok : ) i wan to be teh best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. AND. DID I SAY ANYTHING ABT MY NEW BED ?? :) HAHAHAHA, i got a new bed. nd im so damn excited. i mean ive been like lazin ard in bed even when i dun wana sleep anymore.whoohoo. i jus wana get so much of my new bed! hahahahaha.!! this sounds lame. but wutever. i mean its a new bed. nd i rlly love it. is it a crime to love brand new beds which are so nice?? is it wrong to do so!?!? NO RIGHT. so jus shutup ok. cos i rlly like my bed. nd if i hear any shit load insult abt my bed . im gon get rlly damn angry aye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. one para abt my new bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know u love my new bed too. i know u do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115743679063587891?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115743679063587891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115743679063587891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115743679063587891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115743679063587891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dunno-why-some-people-can-just.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115539789937925026</id><published>2006-08-12T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T08:51:39.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hows everyone?! hey wassup!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. went ta watch fireworks a few days ago. haha. i dun even know why there are like so freakin many ppl. i mean, why bother to squeeze and push through all them throngs of crowds jus for a few minutes of fireworks.??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we came like damnED late! nd everywhere is filled with ppl. ahmagad! den we tried to find the perfect spot where we can sit down and hav a SPECTACULAR view of teh fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya.. in the end. we did find a pathetic space to stand. since everywhere is like filled with ppl.hahaa! did i mention i step on a woman's foot. lol. i jus cant stop laughin when i stepped on her. cos her feet are like so squishy and fat ! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why she has to scream in pain! SO DAMNed LOUD. nd im so embarrased when her husband is glarin @ me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. but still. wuteva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw the fireworks is alright .. its jus this messy spray across the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hawhaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd my feet is like how pain. standin for so long jus to catch this few moment of fireworks display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahha  and everyone thought im gon fly off to canada to study. i dunno why ppl bother believing me at all. :) -shrugs. i guess...im jus too way believable. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i jus heard this awful awfulawful news. this nigga talk nerissa spammed our plan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. and good luck with your adoring lill junior who is sharin her experience with teh experienced YOU! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nerissa. jus change ur nick will you. ?? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i rlly gotta study damn hard. but with this helluva sore throat. i dun think i can concentrate at all. whats induced current? whats gene mutation?wassup with genetic engineering? how does the IUPAC work? what abt the maximum and minimum point? what is trade liberalization? what are the pros and cons?!! how is germany under NAZIS like?! WW2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit! i got so many unanswered questions! help me out of this shit fest somebody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus. i cant wait for this 10 days to be over. den i can hav this freakang wild shoppin spree with my favorite lill paris charry! :)) no backin out sister yawl. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115539789937925026?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115539789937925026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115539789937925026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115539789937925026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115539789937925026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-hows-everyone-hey-wassup-anw.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115502918720733300</id><published>2006-08-08T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T02:26:27.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happppaye national day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg. but today is quite stupid actly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first we had the sec one perf. haha stop tellin me to note down whose name man!  but i guess the stage is why i hate more ppl each day. grrr. its enf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we had those sec two singing. den sec 3 dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. on the whole. i think the most engaging perf is jus like sec 4 fashion .. cos we not only see corpse bride, we saw milkmaid too! wowwheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. went with ner to study at the nlb . hawhaw. we decide to be absolute mugga. nd study damn hard for our exam. which explains why we are like the only ones at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh man. gg with nerissa is like nuts! we ttly become some freak lunatics! hahaha. and ner got scolded by this woman!  cos she stepped on her toe and yet she still laugh. lol. serves u right! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the only happy thing abt today is . &lt;strong&gt;WE GET TO LISTEN TO BOSTON BY AUGUSTANA! XOMG! HAHAHA. THANKS TO WHOEVER WHO SEND IT TO ME YEA. =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; went ta eat subway. oh yucks pls. i rlly hate subway. why do i always eat things i extremely hated.!! like teh schs pizzza! -1-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we went to the library. we wanted to study at level seven. but we know that books and worksheets are not allowed in there. so guess what stupid idea we came up with pls!??!?!?! and dun copy us ok! its OUR idea copyrighted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao. me nd nerissa went to the toilet nd start stuffin all teh worksheets into the shirt. haha. this is absolutely stupid. and unfair. cos after that.. nerissa chicken out and made me carry all the tons of worksheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey we managed to fool the librarian. so i guess the security aint so tight after all . =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we studied all the way from 11 to 3! yay! im so prouda myself!claps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;structured study =p lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd many funny things happen man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first there is this weird stupid indonesian guy sittin across us. i rlly hate him pls. he kept starin at nerissa and me and smilin this disgustin  smile. omg. haha its like everytime we raise our head we see him lookin at us and smilin. so we jus started laughin at him openly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd he even badmouth us to his friends. wuteva. ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i still cant get over  wildwild west pls! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice perky breast.  and he jus drummed onthe woman's boobs. omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our structured study, we walked ard bugis. and stupid nerissa jus cannot stop bugginme to watch click with her. haha if it wasnt for me, youd be watchin click and missin out on HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i serisouly cant stand the way we say hello so systematically. like ttly programmed and scheduled to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and through this outin wit nerissa, we had managed to cultivate one important habit. that is to laugh at people openly ,&lt;br /&gt;especially at old mao lookalike and anoying little children. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight! im off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115502918720733300?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115502918720733300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115502918720733300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115502918720733300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115502918720733300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/08/heyhey-everyone-happppaye-national-day.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115495504323456607</id><published>2006-08-07T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T05:50:43.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellllllllllllllo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helllllllllllllo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine is back ! i guess it mus be because of the well wishes from HANRONG. and me.=.='' ahahhahahahahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. school is like shit. cos i nvr failed to do my pt wit yinglin until midnight, and i nvr fail to edit in school.ahh. and despit all these bullshit hardwork, id still do badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth. wuts the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end. cc din come? or did he. i dunno. but one thing i know for sure is that i had successfuly steal kaiqi's wang from her bag, right under everyone;s nose. yay! three cheers to me plsplspls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p=p=p=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum yum. and im smarter this time. i sneak away quietly, with the wang wang in my hand, and gobble it down on the way .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk abt smart.&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/31892144-115495504323456607?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115495504323456607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115495504323456607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115495504323456607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115495504323456607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/08/hellllllllllllllo-helllllllllllllo.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115486284858124015</id><published>2006-08-06T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T04:14:08.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>owww. im down wit cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffcoffcoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahmagad man. the stress of the exam is like ttly getting to me! all my acne are like coming out! so my face loooks like red volcanoes! damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i rlly hate doin pt. its ttly freakishly wastin my time PLS. uh. i jus sat ard the com day nd night. feelin as if my butt is gon burst or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. cant wait for 13 days to be over. but somehow. i rlly wish itd last. cos time pass so fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back ta my S S :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115486284858124015?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115486284858124015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115486284858124015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115486284858124015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115486284858124015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/08/owww.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115469770169247291</id><published>2006-08-04T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T06:21:41.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helloo my homies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bloggin regularly. like some freak regular blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what i miss most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss sleepin. so much. i jus cldnt get enf of it. nd everyday my eyes jus hurt from lack of sleepin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd today. i feel the happiest when i saw her on stage. its like jhus  so refreshin.! hahaha. i hope i see more of her yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd cant beliv cc talk abt the thing today. i thk we shld stop talkin to other tchers abt it. cos its pretty obvious . how many female tchers do we hav? --.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. but anw. badminton interhouse. haiyin quitted on me @ last mmt! =( boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant beliv i din win! what happened to the champion?! ME? i m gon blame it on the wind direction. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd my coz came back from netherland. damn man! hes talkin in this accent. nd i jus cant understand! help me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. gon watch ghost whisper lata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115469770169247291?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115469770169247291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115469770169247291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115469770169247291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115469770169247291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/08/helloo-my-homies.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115461526382301589</id><published>2006-08-03T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T07:30:08.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. hello kaiqi! im blogginn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is like suck. cos i slept at 3 yst. thinkin that the ss pt might be due on fri. -1-'' but no matter. its always better to be safe than sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was jus like in this whank mood. its like damn irritatin. cos i feel like everyone is shoutin @ me . nd questioning me. its too much for a wanky day like this. nd im damn sleepy. my eyes are practically closin. which explains why i slept on teh shoulders of a woman in the mrt! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe is super slak. nd its borin me outta my mind. tried to lift some weight. but i cant. damn man. why am i so weak?!! so i got damn upset. nd went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA. nerissa. &lt;strong&gt;ADOY. chill man. haha. hope char somes bk soon aight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went ta prac wit kaiqi yinglin nd yilin for the intahouse badminton. hey man! we are on full blast for tmrs competition kays! its like damn impt to us! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of cos. yilin nd yinglin wld most prolly get kicked out befor teh finals. nd left with me nd kaiqi. but as u can see. kaiqi has to rush off for some crappy stuffs. so naturally im teh winner right? ya. cool analysis aye! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd haiyin! my part. mus join kays. but provided that stupid sy git me back my card man. =( hes like holdin on ta it for how damn long! uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den finally i get to go home. which is like so surprisingly. the happiest thing that ever happened to me on that day. how pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd sorry for cuttin u off like that . ahh. i cant beliv u stil rmb my url. but i forgot ur memory is like soo good =p. nd dun worry kay. im nt avoidin u. haha. im jus busy. nd tryin to juggle btw me nd reality. nd PLUS. my exams is so gon be here in TWO WEEKS TIME. so that meanns i can only hav some proper talk wit u after two weeks. aightaight?? swank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha. kaiqi. how good a promoter of my blog can u get? nd yilin. dun bother findin my blog. ull nvr find it. cos u are too stupid.dumb. violent,. full of frustrations. nd irrational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA. i can cuss u here.! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long my homies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone is expecting so much from me. when i can only give so little.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115461526382301589?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115461526382301589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115461526382301589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115461526382301589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115461526382301589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115451927152888031</id><published>2006-08-02T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T04:47:51.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oops. i havent checked out my blog for so many days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is jus as usual today. had chem spa. which is like so freakingly irritatin!! nd its ttly a chain of bad luck and unfortunate events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wth happened man. why do i hav to sit @ char's desk. ugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. firstly. the first unlucky thing that happened is when i spilled nitric acid all over the table. damn man!! den from that point onwards i started to hav very low self confidence. as if i know that a chain of bad luck is sorta gon follow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, my bunsen burner cant light. damn man! usually i had such ease lightin bunsen burner. but durin the spa my hands are jus like tremblin from frustrations and everything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me! im so screwed i wana jus die or sth! so i called segarra. den he ask me to switch with jiayi. ask me to do this do that. ' what abt puttin the bunsen burner here? what about lightin it? what abt changin the lighter? ' nd in the end also no help. so im like damn freakin pissed. cos hes wastin my time!!! omg i jus feel like killin him nd myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den after that. i dunno why but i ttly feel like im the clumsiest fool on earth. i actly tripped over jiayi's chair. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf! i cant stand it anymore. den another point was when i spilled my magnesium all over my desk. . dank man! den i hav to seek help from him again. nd he practically strolled to me. den i asked him for 5 mg but he gave me one. nd put it on top of my palstic bag. and said ' dun let it fly away.' another time was when i finish timin. den instead of pressin stop. i pressed nd make it switch back ta zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS ENF. eff it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wuteva. played soccer durin pe. im not peter crouch. im not peter yeoh. nd yilin if u ever dare to call me that again. be prepared for more slam onto teh ground! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den havin fun wit kaiqi playin badminton. oh god. badminton is my new rekindled game. i love it!=)hhahahah prolly cos kaiqi sucks at it nd im like so much better than her.  stop hittin the ceilin. or the fan pls. -1-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i think when it comes to badminton. me nd kaiqi jus felt that its irresistable. we are crazy pls! ss pt is so gon dued. nd we actly stayed back for forty five mins jus to play badminton!! den even when jeeva they all are like stackin up the tables nd chairs nd everything! we are still playin! ahmagad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha. haiying! we got great chances to win kq yl yl they all at interhouse badminton man! =p wheee! yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd kaiqi asked me to blog. this shows how much she cares abt me aight. ya. ss pt is due on friday,. nd she expects me to blog. what a great friend right. yea. dun we all agree? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115451927152888031?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115451927152888031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115451927152888031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115451927152888031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115451927152888031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/08/oops.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115433167674397919</id><published>2006-07-31T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:46:36.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woooohoooo! im home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached sch @ 650 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teh trick to not get booked is jus to come extra super late. so those earlier than me but late will still get booked, while i can stroll into the school happily. wowee the worlds unfair. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. schools today is jus like damn unnecessary .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we only had like two hours of lessons pls!!! i shld jus pon sch today. -1-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd it jus get worse nd worse as the day passsed. firstly. i din get to eat kaiqis food. or anybodys elses food. damn man. im so hungry!! den i went down to check if redmund had taken my history pt from his locker. nd i found out is STILL THERE! tgth wit some raeyoung girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yilin! u better vouch for me aight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. me nd nerissa lata decided to go visit our special friend ----- ---. omg pls. i thk we had turned into some freaks ever since racial harmony day. it jus cldnt get outta my mind. sorry. chi. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den since we cant get a glimpse of her. we decide to study @ the stair case. it has become one of our fav hangouts. together wit the strings corridor. lololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CHEERS FOR GLOBALISATION !! HIPHIPHURRAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thts abt it for today. sucha boring day. nd char din come sch still. shes down wit dengue. damn i miss my bitch. i love my bitch =p hope she gets well soon. see im so nice! i din say u pon! ok PARIS!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i ate four eggs today. haha they r jus so mighty whack that i jus cant resist. yum. but rest assured yilin nd kaiqi. i wun get poisoned or laosai. ill be fine. =p u face cancer freak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd to you. hey man if ure readin this! aight. im really sorry for ignorin all ur smses and calls nd everything k! nd the reasons i cant giv u an ans is becos i dun know it myself. lol. cheeer up pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. nd nd ND! i still cant beliv u wanted to call me a bitch! but i guess it is awfully justified for u to say that. so ! sorry!i feel bad :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight. im a lousy blogger. so wuteva. but ill prove to kq that this blog aint gon die in one week or so. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115433167674397919?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115433167674397919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115433167674397919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115433167674397919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115433167674397919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/07/woooohoooo-im-home-reached-sch-650.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115426970225371550</id><published>2006-07-30T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T07:28:22.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it all started because of some filthy lunchbox nd tyl nd kkq's extreme selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is a little bit of food. cos im so hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whimper. sobsob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u shldve seen how many times tyl think she can slap me! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd durin pepsi cola  they all aliance to destroy me. lucky i got nerissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now uve heard the cries of a poor helpless lill girl. help me. bring me some food durin recess. not poisoned ones. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115426970225371550?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115426970225371550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115426970225371550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115426970225371550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115426970225371550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-all-started-because-of-some-filthy.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115426749341821741</id><published>2006-07-30T06:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T06:51:33.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shes got a blog!</title><content type='html'>yay! i finally got a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd the reason why i ever got a blog is because of ppl like kaiqi nd yilin. cos they like to curse me in their blogs. i guess i have to stand up ta myself nd fight em back! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd kaiqi promised ta help me make one nice one. but in the end. im the one doing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuteva plsplspls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115426749341821741?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115426749341821741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115426749341821741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115426749341821741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115426749341821741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/07/shes-got-blog_30.html' title='shes got a blog!'/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115426748506205776</id><published>2006-07-30T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T06:51:25.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shes got a blog!</title><content type='html'>yay! i finally got a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd the reason why i ever got a blog is because of ppl like kaiqi nd yilin. cos they like to curse me in their blogs. i guess i have to stand up ta myself nd fight em back! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd kaiqi promised ta help me make one nice one. but in the end. im the one doing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuteva plsplspls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115426748506205776?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115426748506205776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115426748506205776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115426748506205776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115426748506205776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/07/shes-got-blog.html' title='shes got a blog!'/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31892144.post-115426724262886079</id><published>2006-07-30T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T06:47:22.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31892144-115426724262886079?l=shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/feeds/115426724262886079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31892144&amp;postID=115426724262886079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115426724262886079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31892144/posts/default/115426724262886079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestehblogtospam.blogspot.com/2006/07/ot.html' title=''/><author><name>hello bitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04895770545160622298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
