<?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-31157250</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:43:08.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waiyeeeeeee(:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</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>403</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-1963802094719246724</id><published>2007-04-20T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T04:53:32.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LINK CHANGED TO X-WAIYEE.BLOGSPOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELINK RELINK~&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-1963802094719246724?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1963802094719246724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1963802094719246724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/04/link-changed-to-x-waiyee.html' title=''/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-7197098112349039995</id><published>2007-03-19T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T06:46:41.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww, sucks.</title><content type='html'>Walao you damn irritating caaaaaaaan! D:&lt; (k i was referring to my mum lols!)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm like super disgusted lah!&lt;br /&gt;By * &amp;amp; ** D:! yuckyuckyuck!!! D: K i think i'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last post for today i gotta go byebyeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Tag my more ok.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i know you won't miss me but WHATEVER!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God lah, i need my handphone pl0x!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-7197098112349039995?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7197098112349039995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7197098112349039995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/awww-sucks.html' title='Awww, sucks.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-5183302985164409522</id><published>2007-03-19T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T04:29:19.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day.</title><content type='html'>Omg, my knuckles hurt. Don't ask why, long story D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a long day man. Stupid days. And it doesn't help when i already disliked this day. Crap manzxz. But things got better when huijie &amp; kris came my house. Lol. My head was knocked a coupla' times. Oh btw, kris, nice legs! HAHAH :) Sorry for the legs, but is super nice lorh! :) And huijie! You &amp;amp; your audition. You watch out uh you! Press doorbell only.. RARW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s&lt;/span&gt; eriza! better return me my phone k! i shouldn't have reminded you about the opportunities D:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala, sing! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-5183302985164409522?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5183302985164409522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5183302985164409522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/bad-day.html' title='Bad day.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-5734683729353896491</id><published>2007-03-18T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T07:00:01.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays suck.</title><content type='html'>Ye, you saw it correctly. I thought holidays were supposed to give us a break. But we ended up having piles of homework. Aww screw it. Like the examinations weren't stressful enough. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna burn midnight oilllll! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-5734683729353896491?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5734683729353896491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5734683729353896491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/holidays-suck.html' title='Holidays suck.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-6077919264392033081</id><published>2007-03-18T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T05:53:46.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh, stupid lah.</title><content type='html'>Walao school's tomorrow!! I don't want go back school lah! My homework's not even done yet lah! I didn't even TOUCH it can!!! And den and den, they want me do the geography project. LIKE SO LAST-MINUTE UH! Want me die issit! x.x K fine, nvm! Heh, i level up leh hahahahha! K crap. But, happy :) Can catch up with amy bloodyasshole if she don't play for.. 1-2 weeks? :) But she sure play one lorh she this type lolol. Joking dear &lt;3 I love my wife, mina! And huimin, of course. I won't forget you k! And faster ask that shit friend of yours to return the shirt hahaha! K i not blaming you, i hate your friend k! Take my shirt also never go lan. Stupid sia :x Kkkk enough nonsense i also dunno why i doing this post. And and and my mouse moves by its own FREAKY!!! D: I think i sound like amy. No i cannot sound like amy rararar! D: Omg k, stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a want-to-cry face laaaaah :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-6077919264392033081?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6077919264392033081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6077919264392033081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/argh-stupid-lah.html' title='Argh, stupid lah.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-6826089208021977401</id><published>2007-03-18T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T02:29:44.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>400th + 1 :)</title><content type='html'>COOL THIS IS MY 401ST POST MAAAAN!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Though i wanna delete some of my posts, cos too full of vulgarities :x!!&lt;br /&gt;Ye, all those made last year.. Sian! :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINA IS MY WIFEEEE!(:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; cool, there's 3000dens to take HAHA! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao you this type of sian kia no mood talk to you liao.&lt;br /&gt;Go find your _ _ _ _ _ or whoever lah i very fed up you want change attitude right fine go ahead i also dont care bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-6826089208021977401?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6826089208021977401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6826089208021977401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/400th-1.html' title='400th + 1 :)'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-7042179161285917930</id><published>2007-03-18T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:21:02.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrrr.</title><content type='html'>Argh! Chin was sending me videos of the y2y camp. I wanted to see it so badly uh! Especially the sherly one!! LOL :x Then i dc. RAAAAAR. Fish it~ Fish fish fish!! :x Shit lah. Then i also wanted to make a post buden i forgot what i wanted to saaaaaaaaaay! Rarararararrrrrrr! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, i'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY BLOODYASSHOLE! (:&lt;br /&gt;Happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-7042179161285917930?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7042179161285917930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7042179161285917930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/grrrrrr.html' title='Grrrrrr.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-2119376859453201873</id><published>2007-03-17T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T05:26:45.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yada yada.</title><content type='html'>I feel like offending people.. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I'm mad &gt;:l!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-2119376859453201873?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2119376859453201873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2119376859453201873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/yada-yada.html' title='Yada yada.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-1572298900246577371</id><published>2007-03-17T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T00:02:38.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand-new (:</title><content type='html'>YEEEEEEEEEEEES! (: I got a new mouse! It's from stan chart. Stupid place HAHA! But the mouse's rather cool lah. Got water inside HAHAHA! :x But it's blue &amp; green, no purple. Saddening. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den my speaker spoil, but thanks to me it's okay! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now can play audition. Happy happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy waiyee -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yah, ERIZA! Take care of yourself okay!&lt;br /&gt;+ those who fallen ill (: &amp;amp; me, of course HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my headaches are like.. Incurable so.. WHATEVER! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-1572298900246577371?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1572298900246577371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1572298900246577371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/brand-new.html' title='Brand-new (:'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-6694086296515619660</id><published>2007-03-17T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T21:12:23.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goddamn it.</title><content type='html'>My computer's mouse is currently not working.&lt;br /&gt;I think i spoilt it or something.&lt;br /&gt;So i'll be using my sister's computer for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;And then i'll go crazy &amp; swing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joking -_- But it rhymes lorh! Hahahah! :D&lt;br /&gt;Oi huijie, how come hong jun know your link, not fair kkkk! Rararararrrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-6694086296515619660?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6694086296515619660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6694086296515619660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/goddamn-it.html' title='Goddamn it.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-7500792563265088928</id><published>2007-03-16T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T06:02:02.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Face it lah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;&lt;buxxzzy&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;recommand song to listen pls&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D!       borned to looooove[: says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;buxxzzy&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i cannot be outdated&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D!       borned to looooove[: says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;buxxzzy&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;later ppl say i old fashion&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D!       borned to looooove[: says:&lt;br /&gt;Panic! at the disco!&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D!       borned to looooove[: says:&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;buxxzzy&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;by who&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;buxxzzy&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;u got listen to black parade?&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D!       borned to looooove[: says:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;buxxzzy&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;wah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;buxxzzy&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;ok now i dunno who outdated liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;buxxzzy&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;lolx.&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D!       borned to looooove[: says:&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D!       borned to looooove[: says:&lt;br /&gt;I know the song&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D!       borned to looooove[: says:&lt;br /&gt;I dont listen&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D!       borned to looooove[: says:&lt;br /&gt;Cos i dont like mcr&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D!       borned to looooove[: says:&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;buxxzzy&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;wht is mcr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! Brought me laughs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jeff! get well son alrights:D &amp;amp; clara tooooo!&lt;/buxxzzy&gt;&lt;/buxxzzy&gt;&lt;/buxxzzy&gt;&lt;/buxxzzy&gt;&lt;/buxxzzy&gt;&lt;/buxxzzy&gt;&lt;/buxxzzy&gt;&lt;/buxxzzy&gt;&lt;/buxxzzy&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-7500792563265088928?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7500792563265088928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7500792563265088928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/face-it-lah.html' title='Face it lah.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-4655249537879166447</id><published>2007-03-16T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:28:54.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/Rfp18lYNP8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/3eRI2XfnbbA/s1600-h/Pic-0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042472416480935874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/Rfp18lYNP8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/3eRI2XfnbbA/s200/Pic-0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drawn by jeff! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/Rfp181YNP9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/8kXRP75hrsc/s1600-h/Pic-0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042472420775903186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/Rfp181YNP9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/8kXRP75hrsc/s200/Pic-0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clara, me &amp; shawn. (i look damn spastic lah -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/Rfp181YNP-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/DJF9NSTAEWY/s1600-h/Pic-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042472420775903202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/Rfp181YNP-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/DJF9NSTAEWY/s200/Pic-0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; K this is a really horrible pic of me so i replaced it with a face LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/Rfp19FYNP_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/CSEH_-dqK0o/s1600-h/Pic-0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042472425070870514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/Rfp19FYNP_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/CSEH_-dqK0o/s200/Pic-0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shawn &amp; siti :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these were sent be CLARA&lt;3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kkkk i know i look damn ugly go ahead and laugh :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-4655249537879166447?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/4655249537879166447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/4655249537879166447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/more-pics.html' title='More pics!'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/Rfp18lYNP8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/3eRI2XfnbbA/s72-c/Pic-0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-7344798361548625779</id><published>2007-03-16T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T01:41:39.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><content type='html'>Okay, i know the last 2 pics aren't described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd last pic is ben, mingcang &amp; ham too.&lt;br /&gt;Last pic is sherly, ben, kaze &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face is covered as ben said it was too funny and he laughed so hard that he dropped off the bed &gt;:[ So i don't want any casualities LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and.. The pics were sent by him so there's no wonder his face keeps appearing and such. What a great destroy of the pic, HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In firefox it might look weird whatever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna post my pics uppppppppp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-7344798361548625779?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7344798361548625779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7344798361548625779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='-_-'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-803014830949790674</id><published>2007-03-16T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:28:55.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/RfpVYFYNP3I/AAAAAAAAADw/sbL-WFq3QSc/s1600-h/15-03-07_1410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042436605043621746" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/RfpVYFYNP3I/AAAAAAAAADw/sbL-WFq3QSc/s200/15-03-07_1410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben &amp; staff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/RfpVYFYNP4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Gm5HVFTXvP8/s1600-h/15-03-07_1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042436605043621762" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/RfpVYFYNP4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Gm5HVFTXvP8/s200/15-03-07_1701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben &amp; daniel (camp buster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/RfpVYVYNP5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aXMZpMDaFi8/s1600-h/15-03-07_1709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042436609338589074" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/RfpVYVYNP5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aXMZpMDaFi8/s200/15-03-07_1709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siti &amp; ben!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/RfpTg1YNPtI/AAAAAAAAACg/CnZbI7Ehw9E/s1600-h/15-03-07_1212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042434556344221394" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/RfpTg1YNPtI/AAAAAAAAACg/CnZbI7Ehw9E/s200/15-03-07_1212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clara, ben &amp; jeff!:D i love this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/RfpThFYNPuI/AAAAAAAAACo/0UHSqpwZDW0/s1600-h/15-03-07_1317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042434560639188706" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/RfpThFYNPuI/AAAAAAAAACo/0UHSqpwZDW0/s200/15-03-07_1317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/RfpThFYNPvI/AAAAAAAAACw/S6-3MIkmWGM/s1600-h/15-03-07_1318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042434560639188722" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/RfpThFYNPvI/AAAAAAAAACw/S6-3MIkmWGM/s200/15-03-07_1318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben, ming cang &amp; ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/RfpThVYNPwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/R6-E_tDIRC0/s1600-h/15-03-07_1319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042434564934156034" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/RfpThVYNPwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/R6-E_tDIRC0/s200/15-03-07_1319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Them, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/RfpThVYNPxI/AAAAAAAAADA/-Wat9od8x1k/s1600-h/15-03-07_1320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042434564934156050" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/RfpThVYNPxI/AAAAAAAAADA/-Wat9od8x1k/s200/15-03-07_1320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/RfpVYlYNP7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YnpvgnuFisk/s1600-h/15-03-07_1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042436613633556402" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/RfpVYlYNP7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YnpvgnuFisk/s200/15-03-07_1656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-803014830949790674?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/803014830949790674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/803014830949790674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/pics.html' title='Pics(:'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ysHaFQLRK0c/RfpVYFYNP3I/AAAAAAAAADw/sbL-WFq3QSc/s72-c/15-03-07_1410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-5343961645366018183</id><published>2007-03-16T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:20:59.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't discriminate :D</title><content type='html'>Guys really. It sucks to be a guy. Why? Cos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They have the trim their hair as frequently as we go to school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I mean like, seriously. They have to trim it at least every month, or even fortnight? Omg, such a waste of money. I could at least watch 2 movies a month with the amount of money the guys spend on their hair man. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are always finding ways to spike their hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;When girls could just tie it up. Hah, take shun for an example. Always away for many hours or so just to spike up his hair. I mean like, they don't mind uh. But then, they keep changing their hairdos. Gross man. Spike, don't spike, also will look like yourself what. It's just vanity lah, wanting to look much better. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are in need of pacs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yea, abs and everything. Have more &amp; they'll look like yum pum pum (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm not trying to sound sexist or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know this is why no guys actually really read my blog LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Or even get close to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to discriminate guys k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD DAY!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp;.. Shun, don't so vain k? :D JOKING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-5343961645366018183?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5343961645366018183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5343961645366018183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-sure-you-dont-belong-to-correct-sex.html' title='I don&apos;t discriminate :D'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-2610077511886691142</id><published>2007-03-16T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:20:55.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now i know how it feels.</title><content type='html'>Dang, home is boring. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss austin hills.&lt;br /&gt;I miss group 2. (excluding *)&lt;br /&gt;I miss jeff.&lt;br /&gt;I miss shawn.&lt;br /&gt;I miss hugs.&lt;br /&gt;I miss malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;I miss clara.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the room.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the view from our room.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being sent back to the room.&lt;br /&gt;I hate homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-2610077511886691142?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2610077511886691142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2610077511886691142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/now-i-know-how-it-feels.html' title='Now i know how it feels.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-6883230850004823065</id><published>2007-03-15T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T18:00:41.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from camp! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA! Finally home from the y2y camp!:D But i miss the camp ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day one!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up super late uh, lucky eriza smsed me (: Then took bus to tanglin. Met huijie, eriza &amp; kris. Then went 7-11 buy some food. Boarded the bus that brings us to m'sia. Went to customs &amp;amp; everything. Then we got into m'sia. Drove to austin hills resort. It was SUPER beautiful k! Golf resort.. Swimming pool.. DAMN NICE! Den we were greeted by the y2y facilitators. Were grouped, den introduced. Jeffery was our camp facilitator. He's like damn funny &amp; cute in the humorous way lah! :D Then we had a talk on motivation. I swore i was about to sleep x.x!! Lunch was ok.. Then we had this power of belief talk which i know that i was dead tired &amp;amp; about to sleep too. And we had teabreak! Which came along with this disgusting redbean paste or something.. And den we had this 'ring toss' game, which was super duper fun :D It was hosted by jeff &amp; siti. Then had idea generating strategies &amp;amp; den dinner. After that had gathering, ye.. Seemed boring right? No choice lah first day normally boring.. (: Went back to room. Felt super sleepy.. So i slept at 12. Woke up at 1 to see huijie &amp; eriza still awake. I was like super shocked, cos it was only 1 hour of sleep but i felt so energetic. (i know this is counted as day 2 but, whatever) Ye.. Den we slept at 1+.. S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up for p.t, i was like super shocked uh. This is not sports camp but got p.t.. LUCKY DRIZZLING LOLS! Den we had the wild geese chase game. I was like super scared uh! Cos we were blindfolded and the facilitators brought us around. Damn i was moved super lots time. One facilitator, which i assume is a guy, even grabbed my hand! t.t &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(lucky * wasnt holding my shoulders lol!!)&lt;/span&gt; Den we prepared for the IE challenge.. After that was lunch... And we had to play 'commander of the 7 seas' after lunch. I wasn't even involved lah. I kept going to huijie's group.. Den aziz kept threatening to shoot his rubber band at me x.x!! Tea, then had another game which was held at the conference room. Bloody hell i got this super big headache that i had to be sent back to the room to rest.. Sigh.. Missed dinner &amp; the group performance. :( boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a captain's ball trial during p.t.. Den we had a talk about the 'secrets of the rich' and 'project management skills'. Lasted until 1230, where we had lunch after that. Actually i had another headache when we were playing games.. So clara decided to bring me up to my room after lunch. Lunch was super cool man. Grace &amp; jeff danced together. I DIDN'T KNOW JEFF COULD DANCE LAH! And it was super, super nice! He did backflips &amp;amp; everything. Suave maaaaaaan! :D Den went back to room and rest.. Went down for dinner &amp; den went for another talk. But i was sent back early again due to another headache when clara asked. Rar! And the tanglin teachers actually wanted us to sleep by 1? Ye, so demanding! And we had the IE challenge the next day uh! So most of us sneaked out anyway. But got caught x.x!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4!:D (last day t.t)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The captain's ball comp was cancelled, sad ): Did a few stretchings in the dining room(?!) Den had breakfast.. Huijie &amp; eriza stayed in the room as they were both unwell. So sherly and i brought food up for them, together with shawn, clara &amp;amp; siti. After that we prepared for the IE challenge. Huijie &amp; eriza came back from the clinic during lunch :D! Shan't mention most of the things cos i wasn't around as i had some 'errands' to do :D lol! Congrats group 3 :) Won a certi &amp;amp; $20 vouchers. Yaaaay! We all sang the theme songs in the camp. Damn fun, all of us were like jumping to take pics. Well, the facilitators mostly. Ye, then hong jun gave us this farewell speech. Sherly cried la! Then * kept touching her, YUCK. Sicko!! Jeff wanted to hug me, but i said i don't hug, so we shook hands (: Then took our bags. Clara hugged me &lt;3 Then we had to line up to walk done the stairs as the facilitators all wanted to bid goodbye. Kenneth shook my hands. And then.. YA! Stupid shawn! He called me by the wrong name and before i could correct, he hugged me &amp; my nose was squashed onto his body! Jeff saw, then he said it was unfair cos shawn hugged me &amp;amp; he couldn't. So he hugged me, den luke also hugged me :) Walked down the stairs, then daniel &amp; clement was there. Clement ALMOST hugged me, but i was like "get lost lah you" so daniel hugged me :D Den the curly red hair woman also hugged me. Keke. Like, so sad lah! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s&lt;/span&gt; will become a y2y trainer during the sec 2 y2y camp! yaaaaaaaaaay!!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/p/s&lt;/span&gt; those in my group will suffer man, i'll make you clean my dishes &amp;amp; scrub the toilet, MUAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D i wanna post the pics i took uppppppppp! &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, tags reply:D!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huimin: It's over liao lah &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Claire: Okay, sure!:D&lt;br /&gt;May-en: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: Huh? D:&lt;br /&gt;Mina: HELLO!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Huimin: You sure not, miss me or mrc? D:&lt;br /&gt;Roderick: Shut up lah you didn't even sms me sucker.&lt;br /&gt;Kimmie: I was overseassss, aww. Sorry! Mooooacks!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: You didn't, only 2 tags k.&lt;br /&gt;Huimin: D: how can that be? My blog rocks k! LOL jk x.x&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne: :D&lt;br /&gt;Yiimei: HAIYA YOU! Dunnid keep reminding kkk! Though i also forgot but.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;May-en: HI&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: Today? LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;Weiping: Nah he's not twit lah he gey2 gey4 only. HAHA&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Amy: Omg finally your tag D:&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: Yo sarah, haha:D&lt;br /&gt;Chiewtong: I don't know (: Btw your brush with shin yi, she go take it D:&lt;br /&gt;Regine: Sure, when i'm free:)&lt;br /&gt;Huimin: Walao scold me you good.&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: WHERE GOT LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: Lol okayy.&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: AIYO SO EASY PRONOUNCE LOL. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-6883230850004823065?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/feeds/6883230850004823065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31157250&amp;postID=6883230850004823065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6883230850004823065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6883230850004823065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-camp-3.html' title='Back from camp! &lt;3'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</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-31157250.post-1988952121560006576</id><published>2007-03-11T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T07:58:29.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big farewell.</title><content type='html'>Aww, k byeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i set conditions before i'm gone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;TAG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have at least 100 tags when i'm back. Or all of you die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-1988952121560006576?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1988952121560006576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1988952121560006576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/big-farewell.html' title='Big farewell.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-1845846093152703726</id><published>2007-03-11T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T06:14:02.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless lah twits.</title><content type='html'>Please do not learn from a twit like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;hiiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;hiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;hiie&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;TWIt&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;CaN euu tyPe lykesxz diishzxxz&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;LO&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D!       borned to looooove[: says:&lt;br /&gt;Crazy&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;whartsxzx laRhszxx lAwlsxzxz&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG La&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D!       borned to looooove[: says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D!       borned to looooove[: says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL crazy&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLL&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;my twit&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;so n00bishxz&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D!       borned to looooove[: says:&lt;br /&gt;Agreed.&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;just lykeszxx euuzx hAhAszx&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D!       borned to looooove[: says:&lt;br /&gt;Slap you.&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;c0me larhszxzx sCar3 euus arhszxzx&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D!       borned to looooove[: says:&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D!       borned to looooove[: says:&lt;br /&gt;Tenses error&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;sowiiesxzzx larhsxz&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D!       borned to looooove[: says:&lt;br /&gt;Spelling error.&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;DAM U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-1845846093152703726?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1845846093152703726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1845846093152703726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/hopeless-lah-twits.html' title='Hopeless lah twits.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-5200788816182634350</id><published>2007-03-11T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T04:38:55.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger's my current mood.</title><content type='html'>Yes, i'm angry all over again. Even though i finally received an sms, i'm still super frustrated. I mean like, c'mon lah. I'm already leaving tomorrow, can't today be a better one? Plus an sms, MIGHT AS WELL SMS TOMORROW JUST BEFORE THE BUS LEAVES SINGAPORE RIGHT. ARGH! Stupid, trivial things makes me super pissed overnight. Screw everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-5200788816182634350?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5200788816182634350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5200788816182634350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/angers-my-current-mood.html' title='Anger&apos;s my current mood.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-7402807450131565005</id><published>2007-03-11T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T03:39:42.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap. This sucks.</title><content type='html'>Stupid lah, everytime i'm out i will be happy. And whenever i come back home my whole mood contrast with my previous mood. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take today for an example. I was happy when i took a cab home as the cab was play 'kan wo 72 bian' by jolin tsai and i was disturbing my sister with the song. Before i left for art, i specially left my computer on and closed the door. I wanted to see people leaving me a msg when i wasn't at home. But when i came home, i saw my cousin and mother in front of my computer, using it and my msn was offline. Fker lah. When i leave my door closed means i didn't want people to enter right? Not to mention using my computer. To cap that off, THE WINDOWS WERE EVEN OPENED. And screw that, i have to close them MYSELF so that the stupid bugs at night wouldn't fly in. No matter how many times i tell my mother, she'ld refuse to close them and say that it is to LET AIR IN. Ye, + bugs lah. Dumb lah. And den she even asks me to go and bathe. PLEASE LAH. My cousin's in the room and he's a male, HOW DOES SHE EXPECT ME TO TAKE CLOTHES?! NOT TO MENTION UNDERGARMENTS K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_l_ this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-7402807450131565005?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7402807450131565005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7402807450131565005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/crap-this-sucks.html' title='Crap. This sucks.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-6942928065037103782</id><published>2007-03-11T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T20:47:58.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When my mind starts to think otherwise.</title><content type='html'>I suddenly don't feel like going to the y2y camp.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, i just don't feel like doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i need you. please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-6942928065037103782?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6942928065037103782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6942928065037103782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-my-mind-starts-to-think-otherwise.html' title='When my mind starts to think otherwise.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-7271921678776434602</id><published>2007-03-11T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T18:57:46.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is boring.</title><content type='html'>Ahh.. Not going out with wensi anymore! :( Nvm, shall go to art &amp; finish all my outings. Argh, horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel damn bored, rararrr. Nobody to talk to. Sighhhhhh. ):!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;boy, your words are so sweet[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know who to believe, aww. &lt;/span&gt;Fk this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me addicted to vulgarities again, asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-7271921678776434602?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7271921678776434602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7271921678776434602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-boring.html' title='This is boring.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-775759301526043846</id><published>2007-03-10T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T06:46:32.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fk stupid people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WALAO I'M DAMN SICK OF YOU OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of contradictions. One minute you say we'll be friends, another minute you coming blaming me for everything i've said/done and say you hate me. Well, screw that. I have had enough. You want hate me? FINE! Go ahead. Hate me for all i care. Talk bad behind my back, i don't mind. Get everyone else to hate me, fk you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_l_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-775759301526043846?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/775759301526043846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/775759301526043846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/fk-stupid-people.html' title='Fk stupid people.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-7806587116545616627</id><published>2007-03-10T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T06:23:09.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, for god's sake!</title><content type='html'>Half done packing my luggage! :D Ye, now i need to pack in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toiletries.&lt;br /&gt;Slippers.&lt;br /&gt;Toothpaste &amp; toothbrush.&lt;br /&gt;Writing materials.&lt;br /&gt;Handphone &amp;amp; charger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL! So little things. Oh and not to forget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SNACKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potato chips &amp; all! Having eriza, huijie &amp;amp; sherly as bunkmates would be a BLAST!:D&lt;br /&gt;We'll camp out every night eating &amp; eating. HA!&lt;br /&gt;And then a fat looking waiyee, i mean, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fatter looking&lt;/span&gt; waiyee would return to singapore!&lt;br /&gt;Yes chiewtong, no matter what you say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat. I am fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, i did copy and paste. 'cos i was too lazy to type it all out :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But It's Better If You Do - Panic! At The Disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt; Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name&lt;br /&gt;As she sheds her skin on stage&lt;br /&gt;I'm seated and sweating to a dance song on the club's P.A.&lt;br /&gt;The strip joint veteran sits two away&lt;br /&gt;Smirking between dignified sips of his dignified peach and lime daiquiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isn't this exactly where you'd like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, but I'm afraid that I&lt;br /&gt;Well, I may have faked it&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm afraid that I&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's right, well I may have faked it&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isn't this exactly where you'd like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm afraid that I&lt;br /&gt;Well, I may have faked it&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm afraid that I&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's right, well I may have faked it&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isn't this exactly where you'd like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me&lt;br /&gt;I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love and paying in naivety&lt;br /&gt;Praying for love and paying in naivety, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH! I feel like jumping to the chorus of this song:D! Hahahaha i'm mad!&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i'm desperate for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAGS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Do a good deed, won't cha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fk you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-7806587116545616627?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7806587116545616627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7806587116545616627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-for-gods-sake.html' title='Oh, for god&apos;s sake!'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-7885363039164397325</id><published>2007-03-10T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T03:47:51.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence of me!D:</title><content type='html'>Before i leave, which is on monday, i'll make sure i do super lots of complaining(:&lt;br /&gt;And don't make me complain even when i come back ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY! Yes, i told you guys about the change of plans. Was uber sad lah! Thought could go buy my polo shirt.. But nvm, went for art den mum go buy for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST complain.&lt;br /&gt;My sister smsed my mum this 'go afternoon art k?' which we thought was TODAY! So we changed the plans and we found out she meant TOMORROW'S art! She didn't specify, we misunderstood. So i had to carry 2 bads &amp;amp; 2 boards home. AND I WAS LOOKING LIKE A HELPLESS MORON IN THE BUS KKKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den yiimei finished and left.. Chiewtong waited for me. I'M SCARED OF 'Just So You Know by Jesse McCartney' already! She kept playing this song! Ye.. Den we witnessed a ugly looking parent scolding his child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND complain (:&lt;br /&gt;That ugly guy is like not shameful at all can? I think he was only SPEAKING uh. And his voice was like super loud. Plus, this is the public. He should save all the scoldings at home right? He's like, disrespecting his child and shaming her in public lah. Never mind him, but did you even see the look on your child's face? She was about to CRY, and you're still screaming your head off at her. You even complained to the teacher, bla bla.. Ever noticed how many on-lookers there were? Crap. For all the unreasonable parents in this world: _l_ you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took bus home alone. Sian, so heavy lor the bags! Plus alone caaaan. So boring. And den my phone no battery. Then got 3 guys came to the bus stop, lol! They carrying this super big tortoise, stuffed. DAMN CUTE UH! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THRID complain:D&lt;br /&gt;Dammit alighting the bus the bag had to be dragged out lah. Den i was like looking as if i had trouble with the bag. And i'm dying when i'm carrying it or whateverrr!!! So many people looking summore!!! Dig their eyes out. Aww screw it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished dinner. Uber hungry, but now damn full :l And can go out tomorrow with wensi they all! Yaye lovesloves!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST complain &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Damn you lah i don't want pack my bag so early stop disturbing me you bitccccccccch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHOHOHOHO. I feel so satisfied. God, i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-7885363039164397325?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7885363039164397325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7885363039164397325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/reminiscence-of-med.html' title='Reminiscence of me!D:'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-1990132488806233177</id><published>2007-03-10T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T20:28:49.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh..</title><content type='html'>Change of plans! Not going to buy my items need today! Instead i'll be going for art. Bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nvm, at least yiimei &amp; chiewtong are going. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still tomorrow! Tomorrow is gonna be a busy, busy daaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing my bags &amp;amp; everything! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-1990132488806233177?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1990132488806233177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1990132488806233177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/sigh.html' title='Sigh..'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-1787458918383808307</id><published>2007-03-10T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T19:29:28.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random;D</title><content type='html'>Going out later! To eat &amp; buy stuff for my y2y camp. Ahhh~ can't believe it. I'm actually going overseas with my friends! Without family members FOR ONCE :D! But too bad, some people can't go.. ): Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;youuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;/span&gt;:D guys. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAPPY BDAE DOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-1787458918383808307?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1787458918383808307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1787458918383808307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/randomd.html' title='Random;D'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-382318073394970517</id><published>2007-03-09T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T05:15:07.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retarded.</title><content type='html'>Took me quite some time to realise this..&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My sister's not at home, yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. I didn't even notice that. My sister's negligible? LOL. Joking. To think i would be leaving singapore in a few days time.. And she's not even home for a nice, farewell dinner. Crap lah, i was kidding. i won't be leaving until monday. Plenty of time to disiao her :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi shun, sms bye not enough. I want farewell present too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-382318073394970517?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/382318073394970517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/382318073394970517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/retarded.html' title='Retarded.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-4300503963613682257</id><published>2007-03-09T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T04:48:22.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irrevelant stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't see why i should even reply that message of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why should i, anyway? I have already been condemned, haven't i? You go around telling other girls everything about me. At least telling boys is better right? You think i like it huh, other girls having to tell me what you feel, what you want to say to me.. You told me to tell you whatever i didn't like you to do. No, why should i? Would you even listen? Maybe, i don't know. But, this is something i won't tell you. Why? Because i don't want to be deemed petty and selfish, not giving you the right to hang out with other girls, pouring your feelings to them. No. I won't say that. Even though i don't like it. You already blamed me for messing it up all over again, what do you want me to do? Apologise and beg for a new beginning? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;im married to elisha u know&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D! says:&lt;br /&gt;Good&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE: D! says:&lt;br /&gt;So dunnid buy wedding gift liao&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;u also wun give&lt;br /&gt;♂ z -яоđєгісĸ -x ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;dun talk so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao gay -_-!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on monday! Argh! And my bag's not packed. Plus there's tons of holiday assignments. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-4300503963613682257?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/4300503963613682257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/4300503963613682257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/irrevelant-stuff.html' title='Irrevelant stuff.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-4596126014046764144</id><published>2007-03-09T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T02:50:11.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad mood.</title><content type='html'>May consists of my unstoppable rantings, complains, sarcasm about people/things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very, very bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was irritated by one/some of my classmates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; Ye, some people were going around the classroom scolding the same vulgarities over and over again. Even to those who hadn't had anything to do with whatever he thinks they've done. He justs keep scolding this two words, rather offending to girls, to people around him. For once i almost thought that he was trying to act cool, or even be an ah-beng wannabe. I know i shouldn't have thought of that, but now.. I take back my words. He IS indeed trying to get attention, ain't he? Ye, know this guy for all i care. I'm just really pissed, and i don't even know if i could say more hurtful things. Oh and for the person, if you read this, pardon me. But i'm just venting all my anger out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone actually tried to read my surname.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Which ended up having me to leave my seat during english and walk all the way to the other end of the classroom. Excuse me, but haven't you heard that i simply abhor those who tries to pronounce my surname like they're some kind of smart alec? I, myself, don't even know how to pronounce it. What makes you think you could?! And during the briefing of the y2y, the pigass teacher REALLY READ OUT MY SURNAME!!! And his pronunciation was waaay horrible. Goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is rather confidential, shan't say it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had NCC when we went back to school after the match.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Aww what the hell. I thought it was only cheers. So i decided to stay. Cause part of me wanted to go but i saw nobody leaving so i stayed. And after the cheers, i thought we would be released. But, NO! Sir still asked us to stay back to do drills. Like, what the hell? They only told us to stay for CHEERS, not DRILLS! And we were punished to do jumping jacks. Argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;An asshole disturbed me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Not only me, but eriza as well! I was happily standing at the staircase, waiting for the other's decisions on where to go, when this imbecile came and disturbed us. He even put his hand on my shoulder like he's my best bud or my boss or whatever! When i tried to walk away, he even TRIPPED me. Out of anger, i walked one round around the school and came back to find him gone. I really wish i could sink a fist into that ugly, pig-like face of his. I didn't want to lose my anger in front of this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;certain person&lt;/span&gt; ok. Thanks to you, incorrigible idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, some things actually made me happy too!&lt;br /&gt;First! I am glad to announce that.. *drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I PASSED MY HIGHER MOTHER TONGUE OVERALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, sad to say, only a borderline pass, which is a C6, i still passed it ye! And to top that off, rachel told me that i actually won roxanne by half a mark! LOLS. Sorry roxanne]:! I don't know whether it's true, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing was that, ... k nvm i shall not say this or some people would get so exasperated due to my continuous speaking of the particular person. And i already sort of promised her that i would stop talking about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you-know-who&lt;/span&gt; [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eriza! Sorry lah i don't mention him anymore ): &amp;&amp;amp;&amp; don't get so angry 'cos of those stupid banglas behind you and that bloody, disgusting asshole ok:l !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/p/s&lt;/span&gt; I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; don't wish to hate you, stop your childish behaviour. &amp; stop disturbing her, she's damn irritated by you, fyi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/p/p/s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y2y camp! Will miss yoooooooou:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/p/p/p/s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better tag kkkk! ahahahahah:D!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:D!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; angry yet happy! wooo&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy birthday aphicha! &amp; early birthday wishings to my one &amp;amp; only dog, SHUN!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-4596126014046764144?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/4596126014046764144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/4596126014046764144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/bad-mood.html' title='Bad mood.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-1447388330104368698</id><published>2007-03-08T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T06:57:39.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoooom!</title><content type='html'>Hahahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised, i cannot do homework at night. My brains goes crazy and all the information fuzzes out that i can't think. And if i think my whole head will go freaking pain and everything i wanna scream! Grr.. And now i found out another thing. Pepsi and coca-cola are a NO-NO for me [: They make me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;happy, happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-1447388330104368698?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1447388330104368698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1447388330104368698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/randoooom.html' title='Randoooom!'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-780569588332932581</id><published>2007-03-08T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T05:28:14.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just normal, ain't it.</title><content type='html'>Got back our english tests papers today, and everyone was wanting to read other's essays.&lt;br /&gt;This 2 particular, or may i say, 3 particular people, read my essay.&lt;br /&gt;And can i point out that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;antsy&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;typical&lt;/span&gt; are like common english?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can use them, it isn't that long a word.&lt;br /&gt;The meaning's dead simple too. So why did they say that it was well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheem&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you really want to know cheem english, i suggest you take a look at &lt;a href="http://eclair-x.blogspot.com/"&gt;claire's &lt;/a&gt; blog. Let me quote some of her nice sentences. Don't drop your mouth open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"melancholy and embittered events of today, I think the names of 2 abhorrent, ill-mannered pigs deserve to be graced on my list."&lt;br /&gt;"I love using metaphorical english. It's very useful for disparaging the people I dislike, because they're usually dissolute morons that will not be able to grasp the full meaning of the insults I pay them. NYAHAHAHAHAHAHA."&lt;br /&gt;"Go and die and bloody rot in hell you incorrigible vermin."&lt;br /&gt;"procastination got the better of me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are.. Oh my god. LOLS(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-780569588332932581?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/780569588332932581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/780569588332932581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-just-normal-aint-it.html' title='It&apos;s just normal, ain&apos;t it.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-4941569176602369641</id><published>2007-03-08T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T03:26:52.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xuetee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HUIJIE &amp; ERIZA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWWWR! My poor leg suffered due to your juvenile actions uh! The cpu edge is SHARP ok! Grrr.. And not to mention by taking my handphone!! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; eriza, i didn't really * you. My lips weren't even pouting. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after the sores had disappear, the scratches appear..&lt;br /&gt;You two uh.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i don't know whether to feel happy/sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-4941569176602369641?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/4941569176602369641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/4941569176602369641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/xuetee.html' title='Xuetee!'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-2215628521839806588</id><published>2007-03-07T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T05:54:46.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh this is just so great.</title><content type='html'>Had a fight with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Had a talk with my another friend.&lt;br /&gt;Had a chat with another person.&lt;br /&gt;Had a 'debate' with my other friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion on everything: Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off,&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with a slight fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm walking around the house like a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;Or, the undead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my good friend, someone i could really confide to, has been drifting away from me.&lt;br /&gt;What happen man.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can't think.&lt;br /&gt;My mind's really confused, pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'll have to stay back after school tomorrow to complete my homework assignment.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;This is so goooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;Life's pretty fair to me.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;No, i don't want to hurt anyone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-2215628521839806588?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2215628521839806588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2215628521839806588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-this-is-just-so-great.html' title='Oh this is just so great.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-3352322191728005459</id><published>2007-03-07T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T04:28:43.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>371st post!</title><content type='html'>Yeeeeeees. Congratulate me for making many super short posts that i've reached my 370 +1st post!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My muscles/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fats&lt;/span&gt; are supeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer sore!&lt;br /&gt;Due to the long jump &amp; strenuous stretching yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Now i cannot walk properly :(((!&lt;br /&gt;I look &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crippled&lt;/span&gt;, gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back papers tomorrow! Ohh.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, never mind! I know my marks already, so.. No big deal?&lt;br /&gt;Just have to stare at the shitass composition i wrote during the exam.&lt;br /&gt;The compo which i initially thought i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;went out of point&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Argh, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww well, hope so the better tomorrow! Hah, what crap &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEE:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no amy, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; suck. Don't make me repeat myself. &lt;3 Love yah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, chao xi huan ni is nice! loves:D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-3352322191728005459?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/3352322191728005459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/3352322191728005459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/371st-post.html' title='371st post!'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-1527395672045910294</id><published>2007-03-06T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T05:19:27.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my godddd!</title><content type='html'>I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. I don't know whether to feel happy or not.&lt;br /&gt;Cause..&lt;br /&gt;There's just this thing which is blocking us.&lt;br /&gt;Restraining us from.. You know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. I still feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, a dream come true?&lt;br /&gt;But.. ARGH! All because of that border!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitisn'twhatyouallmightthinkitissoshutup:D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused ahh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-1527395672045910294?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1527395672045910294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1527395672045910294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-my-godddd.html' title='Oh my godddd!'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-1451952670995029346</id><published>2007-03-06T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T04:29:19.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another random post.. Sigh..</title><content type='html'>Foon showed me this the other day. I found this rather cute &amp; interesting. Wondered if you guys read it already.. Well actually, this is an article on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;. Yeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some ways that stress can manifest itself, usually in people who already have a history of the condition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asthma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pimple outbreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nosebleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heart palpitations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gastric pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Menstrual disorders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to italic the last thing by purpose, but.. This is well, only meant for women right? Don't tell me men have periods too.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch i hit a pimple. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-1451952670995029346?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1451952670995029346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1451952670995029346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-random-post-sigh.html' title='Another random post.. Sigh..'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-466627318927648576</id><published>2007-03-06T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T02:50:28.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww, much better[:</title><content type='html'>Went to piano, damn it lah! I thought i start at 5.15, buden i was supposed to start at 4.00! No one tell me!!! Anyway, i passed my grade 5 theory lahs! So happy:D! Got 68/100.. Very good right? NO! Passing mark was 66, LOL! TYCO:DD Damn lah got one section get 2/10 only!!! So lousy, tsktsk!!! Then i told ms ling that i lost my notebook &amp; didn't practise, what did she say? 'Nvm i expected it' DAMN!! So bad uhs! Then still say what 'If you ever practiced i'd be very happy' &gt;:(!!! Ye den raining when i left. Tmd i always go toh guan will rain k!!! Stupid lah. @#%@^ Lucky next week no class hohoho going overseas!! Yay!! Malaysia* haha. I said wrongly the other time idiot me :S So sad lah someone cant go.. Den another someone would be like damn action over there.. Yuckyuckyuck!!!! Hope i not same team as that someone or i chop my head. :( And den one 2e4 girl also going i don't want be in same bunk as her cos they say what one bunk 2 beds den sherly, huijie, eriza and me already booking one bunk den not enough already!!! Unless she want sleep on the floor i don't mind.. But roxanne say she'll hug people yuck!!! Do you think i sound like amy? I don't think so she more mad!!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should've made up your mind earlier.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-466627318927648576?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/466627318927648576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/466627318927648576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/aww-much-better.html' title='Aww, much better[:'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-1151277162404898094</id><published>2007-03-06T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:45:04.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody hell.</title><content type='html'>Damn lah i'm super pissed. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. COME HOME IS OK ONE CAN.&lt;br /&gt;Once reach home, everything went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One blames me for spoiling his mood and den went i said 'fine, my fault', he says 'not urs la...' THEN WHAT'S THE POINT OF SAYING 'thks for spoiling my mood' IN THE FIRST PLACE?! Stop contradicting yourselves lah, ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my auntie comes and keeps saying that one of my friend borrow a GREEN shirt for me, WTH!? I DON'T EVEN HAVE A GREEN SHIRT. HOW CAN ONE BORROW A GREEN SHIRT FROM ME? And she keeps repeating the same thing EVEN WHEN I TOLD HER 'NO I DON'T HAVE A GREEN SHIRT!!!' In chinese, that is. DAMMIT. MORONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeye, i'm a SMACT blogger, got a problem with me is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imbeciles, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-1151277162404898094?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1151277162404898094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1151277162404898094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/bloody-hell.html' title='Bloody hell.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-873174074041796414</id><published>2007-03-05T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T05:55:52.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is loves:D!</title><content type='html'>Aherm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DESPERATE HOUSEWIFES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is on TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUST-WATCH&lt;/span&gt;!:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos eva dunno-what is hot, and you know it. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in to channel 5, 10 pm every monday.&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-873174074041796414?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/873174074041796414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/873174074041796414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-lovesd.html' title='This is loves:D!'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-4194702012630880761</id><published>2007-03-05T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T05:15:54.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's unhealthy.</title><content type='html'>ATTENTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coca cola is hereby pronounced unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST!&lt;br /&gt;Let me read the nutritional facts to all of you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energy    - 42 kcal&lt;br /&gt;Fat           - 0g&lt;br /&gt;Protein    - 0g&lt;br /&gt;Carbohydrate - 11 g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carbonated water, sugar, caramel colour, phosphoric acid, flavourings and caffeine. Contains permitted food additives of non-animal origin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHERM.&lt;br /&gt;According to what i've learnt in home economics, it is known that flavourings are part of food additives. And food additives are bad for health as they.. Well, i forgot what they contain, but still, it is unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, do not sue me for critisizing your product, f&amp;amp;n coca-cola pte ltd. This, for all you know, might be a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's giving me severe headaches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-4194702012630880761?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/4194702012630880761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/4194702012630880761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-unhealthy.html' title='It&apos;s unhealthy.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-4554318912790731351</id><published>2007-03-05T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T03:59:44.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really stressed~!</title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaaargh! Stress is coming again! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E!&lt;br /&gt;We had to run around the school 2 times. Ye, my chest hurt. So i was walking with jiaching. Then she asked me if i wanted to run, i said ok. She pangseh-ed me and ran so fast. Then eriza caught up with me. She asked me if i wanna run. She pangseh-ed me lor run so fast also. Then we go long jump. Dammit lah i scared. LOL. Den i was like 2nd, glenn keep saying what 'waiyee ah waiyee' -_- Ye den jump again, WALAO I SCREAMT X.X!! Den 3rd time, i fell x.x!!!! {eriza laughing behind me -_-!!!! #%^&amp;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art!&lt;br /&gt;The what ms teo or something came to teach us. Den we had to draw lines.. -_- crazy!! Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English.&lt;br /&gt;Damn stressed lah mrs lee said that she was gonna annouce the marks den i was like !!!! sure fail cos i went out of point. Then it's like, melissa tacy they all were like screaming at me when results announced lah x.x!!! K actually its melissa but whatever!! Ye then we saw our term's result. Ahh! Damn happy, ye? Cos i finally gotten a distinction for english. LOVES:D! Buden lit, sure fail. Arghhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography.&lt;br /&gt;Got test, rararar! I didn't even study, urghs! Bound to fail, oh well. Then 2e4 walked past our class. They were like making so much noise! Argh! So i couldn't concentrate but, nvms(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math, mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to comment!:D lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science!&lt;br /&gt;Got back our test papers. I'm like, supper happy uh! Cos i didn't fail.. AND I GOT A DISTINCTION!:D HAHA huijie! 2 more marks only. Tough luck, dude. Damn funny! Then she was like complaining and complaining, cos this time round, i kept pwnning her in the tests! Yeah:D! I rock man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to liying's house after school. Her brother called me a BABY! Rawr!! &amp;amp; den eriza and i tricked him. We told him that eriza was an 'abcmi = american-borned chinese cum malay &amp; indian' &amp;amp; i was a malay studying higher mother tongue. So he kept testing us chinese. Lol!! Then huijie came my house. Eriza came late, cos she go cute hair. Bloody cute!:D LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, 2 fails 2 distinctions. -_- this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-4554318912790731351?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/4554318912790731351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/4554318912790731351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/really-stressed.html' title='Really stressed~!'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-5467908721762063326</id><published>2007-03-04T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T05:37:12.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i sick?</title><content type='html'>{WAIYEE'!&lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;Suckerasshole&lt;br /&gt;:]AMY,                    :3 says:&lt;br /&gt;i bloody u sucker lah you LOL!#$@#%!@$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I think the coke made me so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of coke, it's bad for me, ye?&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel like going to the toilet often.&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep hoooooooooooooldinggggggggggg onnnnnnnnnnnnnn. LOL D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-5467908721762063326?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5467908721762063326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5467908721762063326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/am-i-sick.html' title='Am i sick?'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-8179992630288470364</id><published>2007-03-04T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T04:22:45.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about bad luck.</title><content type='html'>Was writing a post just now, but suddenly i got disconnected. Which was plain unlucky, cos i was complaining about tomorrow, aww well. Just have to rewrite. I'll make it short &amp;amp; simple. It kinda feels weird typing the same thing again, ye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread going back to school tomorrow! :[ Cause we'll be getting our science common test papers back, and according to shun, he said ms foo told them that she was marking our science papers, and she was halfway through the class. He also mentioned that she said that she saw only less than 3 getting distinctions! God, i know it can never be me. I already did my best for the paper, but i think it wasn't good enough. I know i'ld fail, i just know it. But i also know that i did study for the paper, and i could've studied a bit more if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i didn't study the wrong thing at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;2) i hadn't been on the phone with shun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, i'ld remember more formulas. I'ld gotten a high score. This is killing me. I don't wish to get my paper back. I already failed TWO subjects, and there're the subjects mum STRESSES on. I'm so dead. I really studied! If i didn't study science that day, i'ld learnt more for maths. Then maybe i'ld get the 5 marks i lacked. And then, i can pass! But, i think i'ld fail my overall too. In a total of 4 tests, i failed more than half. Which is 3, if your maths is really that horrible and lousier than mine. I don't wish to fail science. I was really stressed during the exams period. I almost broke down. I can't bear to see myself fail. Plus english, i have that odd feeling i went out of point in my composition. It's one of the major mistakes anyone could've made. I shouldn't make a mistake like this, seriously. Given that most people kept complimenting on my english, which i don't think is that good enough, compared to claire's. But, i can never afford to fail english. Other people know my other subjects can be failed like shit, but never english. And this time, i made such a huge mistake by going off topic. I hope i'ld never get the papers back. This is one of those rare times i ever really put my heart into the examinations. But i never expected such disgusting results. I'ld study harder. Even if it means that all my brain cells rot and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone kill me, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-8179992630288470364?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/8179992630288470364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/8179992630288470364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/talk-about-bad-luck.html' title='Talk about bad luck.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-2999739473141198001</id><published>2007-03-04T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:20:39.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fated, ye? :D</title><content type='html'>Went audi just now. Haha. Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the same room as MINA babeh!:D&lt;br /&gt;I was like shocked, cos i haven't been playing with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part really made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about this dude, whose ign i forgotten, ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(some parts might be modified, cos i haven't got that good a memory. But it's almost the same as the conversation we had, ye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh he add me leh.&lt;br /&gt;-song starts.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I hate this song.&lt;br /&gt;Mina: Maybe he hearts you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Omg he gay issit.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;Another girl: Yea me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I thought she was saying that she is a gay, but apparently she's talking about the song.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dumb could i get, rar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-2999739473141198001?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2999739473141198001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2999739473141198001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/fated-ye-d.html' title='Fated, ye? :D'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-1896260012443104753</id><published>2007-03-04T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T20:28:50.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All ruined 'cos of the stupid cap!</title><content type='html'>RAWR. I'm pissed ok.&lt;br /&gt;Today's art was a flub! I took so long just to make it nice &amp;amp; everything.&lt;br /&gt;Although it'll still be ugly but..&lt;br /&gt;I did my best!&lt;br /&gt;And then, 'cos of that stupid beer cork, i got an A-!!! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;RAWRRRRRRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh eriza, your face looks sooooooo cute:D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-1896260012443104753?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1896260012443104753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1896260012443104753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-ruined-cos-of-stupid-cap.html' title='All ruined &apos;cos of the stupid cap!'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-6139735791870842031</id><published>2007-03-03T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T02:55:48.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww, music is life.</title><content type='html'>Added a song! A song i've never hear before{:&lt;br /&gt;From jojo, who is loves!:D&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are kinda catchy, but i don't know what they mean.&lt;br /&gt;So if you do.. Don't think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sideways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojo - Breezy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready?&lt;p&gt; I get shoppin sprees off the heezy&lt;br /&gt;I get dough to blow, please believe me&lt;br /&gt;Don't want the one on one&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy&lt;br /&gt;You're just the jump-off&lt;br /&gt;I'm his breezy&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who knows him the best&lt;br /&gt;I'm his one and only, nothin less&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna take it there&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see&lt;br /&gt;He told me he loves me&lt;br /&gt;Calls me his breezy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Let me break it down, break it down&lt;br /&gt;I got it on lock and&lt;br /&gt;I think you better stop&lt;br /&gt;I heard you been checkin for my boo&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think he is, busy giving your best shot&lt;br /&gt;But you couldn't get a call back&lt;br /&gt;And even after all that&lt;br /&gt;Caught you at the mall for a throwback&lt;br /&gt;That's big pimpin but you&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't listen, he's mine&lt;br /&gt;Not yours but a fall back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I get shoppin sprees off the heezy (Off the heezy)&lt;br /&gt;I get dough to blow, please believe me (Please believe me)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want the one on one&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy&lt;br /&gt;You're just the jump-off&lt;br /&gt;I'm his breezy&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who knows him the best&lt;br /&gt;I'm his one and only, nothin less&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna take it there&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see&lt;br /&gt;He told me he loves me&lt;br /&gt;Calls me his breezy (I'm his breezy)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Now I'mma let ya know to your face&lt;br /&gt;You needa hit the brakes&lt;br /&gt;Your about to make a major mistake&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna call you out, no doubt&lt;br /&gt;Let me spell it out&lt;br /&gt;Baby you ain't nothin but a fake&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know what you want&lt;br /&gt;And you ain't gotta front&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and pull another stunt&lt;br /&gt;Remember that it's me that he loves&lt;/p&gt; All he's thinkin of&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one that he wants&lt;p&gt; I get shoppin sprees off the heezy&lt;br /&gt;I get dough to blow, please believe me&lt;br /&gt;Don't want my one on one&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy&lt;br /&gt;You're just the jump-off&lt;br /&gt;I'm his breezy&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who knows him the best&lt;br /&gt;I'm his one and only, nothin less&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna take it there&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see&lt;br /&gt;He told me he loves me&lt;br /&gt;Calls me his breezy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Cause what we have is so real&lt;br /&gt;It's more than just dollar bills&lt;br /&gt;This livin lavish&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't matter if I didn't have his heart&lt;br /&gt;Sorry shorty, he's mine&lt;br /&gt;Better luck next time&lt;br /&gt;?? you can have it&lt;br /&gt;But I'll still be his girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I get shoppin sprees off the heezy&lt;br /&gt;I get dough to blow, please believe me&lt;br /&gt;Don't want my one on one&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy&lt;br /&gt;You're just the jump-off&lt;br /&gt;I'm his breezy&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who knows him the best&lt;br /&gt;I'm his one and only, nothin less&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna take it there&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see&lt;br /&gt;He told me he loves me&lt;br /&gt;Calls me his breezy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I get shoppin sprees off the heezy&lt;br /&gt;I get dough to blow, please believe me&lt;br /&gt;Don't want my one on one&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy&lt;br /&gt;You're just the jump-off&lt;br /&gt;I'm his breezy&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who knows him the best&lt;br /&gt;I'm his one and only, nothin less&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna take it there&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see&lt;br /&gt;He told me he loves me&lt;br /&gt;Calls me his breezy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, i have no idea what that question marks are for in the lyrics. Ye. If you know, mind telling me what they mean? :D&lt;/p&gt;Oh and.. Am i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; scary looking? Why do my mother's friend's kids stare at me like some kind of dumbass morons, no offense, and when i glance back at them they run away. Whereas when they're with my sister, they stick to her like glue. Hey! I'm like, so kind can. Why run away :( Rarrr! Fine. I shall be anti-social to my mother's friend's kids the next time. I'll show you how scary i can be. RARWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eriza, sorry. I didn't mean to like.. Vent my anger or anything on you, ye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-6139735791870842031?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6139735791870842031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6139735791870842031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/aww-music-is-life.html' title='Aww, music is life.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-593049775747981842</id><published>2007-03-03T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T02:15:38.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, new skin!</title><content type='html'>Heheh, this skin's quite old.&lt;br /&gt;It's last year dunno-which-month sotd:D!&lt;br /&gt;I quite like it.&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the sotd's these few days.&lt;br /&gt;All fashion, fashion &amp;amp; fashion.&lt;br /&gt;God, i'm sick of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-593049775747981842?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/593049775747981842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/593049775747981842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-new-skin.html' title='Oh, new skin!'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-3124298191845738267</id><published>2007-03-03T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T19:59:29.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post :}</title><content type='html'>I'm in that blogskin-changing mood. :)&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, none of the sotd's caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gained a new bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;Which is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The rolling of eyes! D:&lt;br /&gt;Eriza noticed it too.&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing it in school, at home, etc..&lt;br /&gt;God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is super oily.&lt;br /&gt;Yucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-3124298191845738267?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/3124298191845738267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/3124298191845738267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-post.html' title='Random post :}'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-7942494784509406705</id><published>2007-03-03T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T17:54:16.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to stupid people.</title><content type='html'>Please lah idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I never ask you to clean my room right?&lt;br /&gt;I sleep there, my problem lah.&lt;br /&gt;You want clean you still scold me.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how messy it is, you think i'll care?&lt;br /&gt;I like my curtains drawn, windows closed.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Open up the window and let some shitass wind come in.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that other blocks are very near ours.&lt;br /&gt;And stop saying you want to give me a slap.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of it ok?&lt;br /&gt;You want to slap, just slap.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like i never been slapped before.&lt;br /&gt;Imbecile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-7942494784509406705?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7942494784509406705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7942494784509406705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/dedicated-to-stupid-people.html' title='Dedicated to stupid people.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-5389818673838882672</id><published>2007-03-02T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T03:01:49.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It took such a long time.</title><content type='html'>Hahs, finally able to come to this page.&lt;br /&gt;It took a damn long time lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was rather angry today.. No reason again, of course. During guitar lessons, we learnt 'chasing cars'. Dammit lah timers were like super fast! And my poor fingers hurt. Then chinese, had a tian xie han zhi test, 20 words, i remembered 9. Then i was super pissed off, cos if i really got 9 marks, i'll fail by one mark. And that is damn.. $#@#&amp; After that was maths, mr mohan cracked us up. He told us that the bunch of 2t1 students are '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mentally retarded&lt;/span&gt;'. Lols!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the formal writing thing for english. Then liying called on me to read my answer. I was like: What the.. Yesterday already need stand up today also.. Ye, but her real reason was to ask me to sabotage keegan. Which was damn stupid lah. She could call on other girls right. Waste my time can. Please lah. -_- And then she was like laughing until crazy behind me. Errrr.. Then home econs, went to the computer lab. Mr ho asked eriza, huijie, minjia &amp; me what 'feilunhai' was. LOL! Cos he saw the 'graffiti' on eriza's hand. Then we explained and he was like telling us this: Oh got some sec 1s also like them. They say what feilunhai ahh. Then still ask me to watch that what show.." LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for higher mother tongue. Was super pissed lah! I got 41/100 for the exam. And den the test we took earlier i got 8/20. Damn whatever lah! So altogether i got 49/120 k! And den we'll have a compo test which is 80 marks. So in order to pass my ca, i must get at least a 51 for the compo. WHICH IS DAMN IMPOSSIBLE LAH! Rawrrrrr!! Gonna fail.. Sad lah! Fail 2 subjects already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went minjia's house. Slept while watching tv. Lols:D Sorry eriza! Then went to minjia's room. Was like going to fall asleep lahs. Den eriza, huijie &amp;amp; minjia kept playing with the drumsticks. Hahas. Ye after that went lan. Minjia lend us this super big umbrella lah! Lols. Met kris, then jaren. Damn full lah inside.. x_x!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disiao shun that stupid idiot lols! He so nooby. Nooby nooby!! He keep dying, den i kept laughing. LOLS:D Waited, then kris left. Jaren, huijie &amp; eriza took the vacant computers, i took kenn's. Played cs den after dunno how long hang lor! Everyone playing cs the screen is like stuck there. Argh!! So we end session. Then went out with jaren, huijie &amp;amp; eriza. Tskk. Jaren &amp;amp; huijie like couple sia. Huijie call jaren what 'underweight', jaren call huijie 'overweight'.. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn bored lah. Now have to do a post for 2e3. Rarrr!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-5389818673838882672?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5389818673838882672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5389818673838882672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-took-such-long-time.html' title='It took such a long time.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-2309699399881594844</id><published>2007-03-01T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T03:55:57.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is ridiculous.</title><content type='html'>I forgot to post this just now.&lt;br /&gt;You know how horrified i was when i got back the math common test paper?&lt;br /&gt;It was terrible ok.&lt;br /&gt;I could actually fail by FIVE marks.&lt;br /&gt;F-I-V-E. Miserable score yes?&lt;br /&gt;I threw my paper on the floor and started cursing it.&lt;br /&gt;Lmao, pretty dumb of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not feeling too good.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of queasy inside of me and i think there's a headache.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-2309699399881594844?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2309699399881594844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2309699399881594844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-ridiculous.html' title='This is ridiculous.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-1575809384155150375</id><published>2007-03-01T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T03:01:45.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You two, get it from me!</title><content type='html'>Once again, had a hard time chasing eriza &amp;amp; huijie out.&lt;br /&gt;Eriza is mad! She bully me.&lt;br /&gt;Now after all the laughing and whackings, my legs are like jelly.&lt;br /&gt;Wobble wobble! x.x!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean firdhouse, fyi. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll chop off my head lah if they met my mother again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You two ahh.. Xuete~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-1575809384155150375?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1575809384155150375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1575809384155150375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-two-get-it-from-me.html' title='You two, get it from me!'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-7602729762979726642</id><published>2007-03-01T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T00:28:50.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahas.</title><content type='html'>Lol huijie is like super funny lah!&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing like mad when she was playing audition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huijie: What map? What change map? This not cs ok!&lt;br /&gt;-laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Huijie: Ohh that kind of map.&lt;br /&gt;-laughs like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn hilarious lah. What map?! LOL! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Den eriza coughed like lol!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh tag more ): Waiyee is kind, must tag. &lt;3 moowacks.&lt;br /&gt;Domokun is loves k!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-7602729762979726642?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7602729762979726642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7602729762979726642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/03/hahas.html' title='Hahas.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-1685047487328342146</id><published>2007-02-28T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T03:44:05.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahem.</title><content type='html'>Pardon me but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bloody hell why are people blaming me for something when i didn't even know what i've done?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. He cried but i don't know why. If you people aren't going to explain, THEN WHY ARE YOU PUSHING THE DAMNED BLAME TO ME?! You think it ain't stressful enough? I feel like screaming ok. Screaming at you stupid people. Biting you stupid dumbasses. RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being misunderstooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;What's the point of saying those now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-1685047487328342146?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1685047487328342146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1685047487328342146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/ahem.html' title='Ahem.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-21520040271901712</id><published>2007-02-28T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T02:52:26.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The stress is killing me.</title><content type='html'>God. I'm going to die. Rarrr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to die yesterday lah! I made so many, many blunders! First, i didn't write the question number &amp; mrs lee said they were going to pinalise or whatever the spelling, me. I was like so sad can, cos i was totally focused on writing the story i forgot to write the question number! Next, i had this very, very high chance of going out of the topic and THAT NEVER, EVER HAPPENED BEFORE! I never failed english before. I cannot fail english. It is a sin, ok? Then had to stay back after school to do our anti-drug compo. After that, huijie, eriza &amp;amp; jaslyn came my house. Was on the phone.. When i suddenly.. You know, just broke down. Like 8.45 liddat when i was studying for my science, shun called lah. Den i got so tensed up and everything i cried again.. So dumb lah! That point of time i WASN'T suppose to cry, but i did. Stupid sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;Science paper was like so easy, but i just couldn't remember all the formulas and everything, i guess i'm gonna fail. Then was quite moody for the rest of the day. My dear ader's back to school lahs! Yay:D She was back.. Yesterday. I think. Went to kris house with huijie, eriza, jaren &amp; aizat after school. I was such a klutz can. I knocked my head with the hairdryer, then i hit the fan. Damn! Aizat was like taking miniature toys to 'shoot' us, haha. We went lan, played cs. So many glass worlds lah! Dammit. I kept dying &amp;amp; dying. Rarr! Played audition, helped kris when he was playing with jaren. Then suddenly i slid down to the floor lah! So embarrassing! The guy in front of kris was like staring at me like some kind of bigass idiot or something. Played cs again, den went home with jaren &amp;amp; aizat. Damn! Aizat kept trying to do 'pose' with me to show jaren who was opp, but i kept running away. Funny guy man. He kept trying to get me under that RED umbrella. He even tried to get kevinn to make me take the umbrella. Weirdo! Hahas:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence but..&lt;br /&gt;Girl, what's up with you? You think bad-mouthing people is a glory? Especially to people of the opposite sex or different classes. No, it's a complete insult. You just think you can tell everyone and make them look highly on you. Ever gave a thought for the poor victim? It's bad enough to talk about it in your very own class.. But.. Other classes? If you didn't spread it, i wouldn't be posting this. Cos i know i've been talking about it too. But i'ld never ever do such a despicable thing. No matter how much i despise that bloody idiot, get it? Ye i already mentioned 'no offense'. Mind you look at it before you start your sickening bad habit again, alrights? Hate me? All your choice. I've nothing to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You! She wants to tell you she * you but she doesn't know if you * her. So if you don't tell her you * her, she won't tell you she * you, you know? She's been keeping this secret so long she's going to burst and scream: ahh i'm going to die rarr! But she's keeping her hopes up high that you * her but she thinks you * her friend. So she's suffering damn bloody much, but she doesn't really * you that much that she'll * for you, ok? But now you tell her that you don't * anybody, she'll just.. I dunno.. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeye, fill in the blanks yourself. I'm currently feeling very.. I dunno.. Weird? Hahs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-21520040271901712?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/21520040271901712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/21520040271901712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/stress-is-killing-me.html' title='The stress is killing me.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-6708379800847744860</id><published>2007-02-26T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T04:36:44.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a fun but stressful day!:D</title><content type='html'>Hello people. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. This morning. Walked to school with eriza, as her bus came the same time as me walking to the bus stop. Then we were talking about my 'half-day' work! Haha, that stupid thing. Ye, then we had our common test. But the first two periods was p.e, so we didn't know where to go. Our class was separated into some groups, finding mr wan. Went to mdm irma's homeroom for our exam. Mr wan kept talking to jolene, haha. Like very weird lah! Cos is like doing exam den he kept walking to jolene's table and talking &amp; talking.. Then he also smiled very weirdly at me two times. Crazy guy, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper damn difficult lah! Sure fail already, no doubt can. I was like super stressful. Didn't know how to do the paper. Left one whole page with 7/8 marks blank. Super difficult lah! Jolene did until her hair was messy. And i kept laughing &amp;amp; laughing. After the paper, everyone was like complaining why the paper so difficult. Rar! Then art huhs.. There was the teacher who took our photos last year, well, she's back! &amp; she asked us if the class was that unattentive during lessons. Hahas, DEN ERIZA &amp;amp; HUIJIE HAD TO REMEMBER THE FRIDAY'S INCIDENT LAH! Forget! Forgettt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess was geog, had a change in seating arrangement. In the same group but.. Never mind.. Haha. I don't want to be in the same group as jackie la! He's like completely obsessed now with.. * D: A poor choice, anyway. We were seated behind, which suited me perfectly. I like sitting behind.. :D Omg lah, i typing about jackie and he online.. t.t!! Ye, den had maths re-test during maths lesson! Argh! Was very stressful lah. I couldn't answer. Mother tongue was alright, we didn't get our papers back yet which was.. Well.. Phew!:D But mr mah told us we had another test to sit for.. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bound to fail science exam already lah.. Tsk. Then huijie &amp;amp; eriza came to my house after school. They planned to STUDY. But.. Their 'studying' became more of 'audition-ning'. Haha. I was the good one k! I did my compo! But haven't finish lah.. Argh. I cannot find info about steroids! You know, steroids?! I got my idea on the book i read last time, belonged to.. Yongnian? Ye.. Damn! My story sucks lah. Had a really hard time chasing them out of the house.. They kept ringing the doorbell, "molesting" the door, rawr! Den huijie called to say that mum gave them red packets! They shouldn't have gotten red packets! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K anyway, ye, just wanna remind someone uhhs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROXANNE! Keep it quiet k? :D I don't want too many people talking about it.. Stressed already, hahas:D Love you babe&lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm going for y2y camp! Yay-ness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-6708379800847744860?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6708379800847744860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6708379800847744860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-fun-but-stressful-dayd.html' title='What a fun but stressful day!:D'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-4453913616912199720</id><published>2007-02-25T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T03:32:24.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh.. It's nice.</title><content type='html'>Got $10! From aunty dorothy:D Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;It was real funny, just now.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle paul greeted me with a 'merry christmas'! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all of us were like laughing till madnesss:D&lt;br /&gt;Studied for maths while watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;Slept for a sweet 1 hour:D Cooooolmanzxzx!&lt;br /&gt;Came out from the bedroom, ravenous.&lt;br /&gt;There was sushi! Yay! &amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; unagi! Unagiloves:D&lt;br /&gt;Ate quite a lot of sushi. Yay i love unagi~&lt;br /&gt;Then shun called.. Said tanglin lost to.. Ping yi.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, wth. Pingyi is stupid lee xiang rong's school.&lt;br /&gt;Why lose to them?!&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, what a waste. But nvms! I wanted to go.. Mum don't allow.&lt;br /&gt;Awww sad man. But they still came in 2nd, good k:D&lt;br /&gt;Now shun online can complain liaooo! Goooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilovedomokun! Domokunislovessss!&lt;3 moooowacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-4453913616912199720?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/4453913616912199720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/4453913616912199720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/ahhhh-its-nice.html' title='Ahhhh.. It&apos;s nice.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-2404221237244932490</id><published>2007-02-25T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:59:49.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid, stupid me.</title><content type='html'>Bloody hell i'm such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the science common test was on tuesday when it was on WEDNESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;So now i studied for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I thought, since tomorrow was math, i shall give up math and study for science which was on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn it, lucky sem asked me if the english exam was compo or compre.&lt;br /&gt;Then he said it was on TUESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I'm so stupiddd!&lt;br /&gt;So actually now, I SHOULD'VE ACTUALLY STUDIED FOR MATHS!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;Someone kill me, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-2404221237244932490?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2404221237244932490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2404221237244932490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/stupid-stupid-me.html' title='Stupid, stupid me.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-6221177683111385760</id><published>2007-02-25T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:33:01.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of song!</title><content type='html'>Love You So - Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the minute that you got my attention&lt;br /&gt;I was taken and I have to mention&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to not let it show&lt;br /&gt;But I knew I wasn't gonna let you go&lt;br /&gt;From the way that you came right to me&lt;br /&gt;Looking all hot with the style that threw me&lt;br /&gt;No one would've ever known it&lt;br /&gt;You would be the one who take this heart and hold it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got that extraordinary way&lt;br /&gt;Got to be next to ya every single day&lt;br /&gt;You do something that I just can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Wanna take the chance and tell you you're the one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Just look in my eyes, they'll tell you where this could go&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do you know it&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Look in these eyes, they'll tell you where this could go&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can san say anything you want to&lt;br /&gt;No stress 'cause I understand you&lt;br /&gt;We got a vibe you can't define&lt;br /&gt;Want everyone know that boy is mine&lt;br /&gt;We won't fight and stop and stare at the way you hold me&lt;br /&gt;You take me there at times&lt;br /&gt;I feel I lose control&lt;br /&gt;Forget everyone but the hand I'm holding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got that extraordinary way&lt;br /&gt;Got to be next to ya every single day&lt;br /&gt;You do something that I just can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Wanna take the chance and tell you you're the one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Just look in my eyes, they'll tell you where this could go&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Look in these eyes, they'll tell you where this could go&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know this&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be right here&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have to look&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere else babe&lt;br /&gt;Don't think for a minute&lt;br /&gt;This love will change&lt;br /&gt;Oh you should know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Just look in my eyes, they'll tell you where this could go&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Look in these eyes, they'll tell you where this could go&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Just look in my eyes, they'll tell you where this could go&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Look in these eyes, they'll tell you where this could go&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye, nice song. Loves! Thanks shun for the song, hohs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-6221177683111385760?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6221177683111385760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6221177683111385760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/change-of-song.html' title='Change of song!'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-7005885128562339300</id><published>2007-02-25T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T21:37:29.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>OK. Ahem! I need some help with all these questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How many electrons have these ions gained or lost: Mg(small)2+ and O(small)2-?&lt;br /&gt;2. What are the smallest units of an element?&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you call a substance made up of only one type of atom?&lt;br /&gt;4. You have 2 containers W and Y. W is filled with carbon dioxide gas and Y is filled with helium gas. Both containers have lids with tiny holes. Which gas will escape faster and why?&lt;br /&gt;5. What is a chemical formula?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. I forced fengyuan to study science with me :D&lt;br /&gt;So kind of him. LOLOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-7005885128562339300?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7005885128562339300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7005885128562339300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/help_25.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-2166220923312770404</id><published>2007-02-25T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:31:04.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a break.</title><content type='html'>Yooooo. I'm dying. I'm freaking stressed out and everything ok. Have a maths common test tomorrow, science on tues, english on fri. AND SCIENCE IS CANNOT, CANNOT FAIL ONE OK. Or we'll die in ms foo's hands. Wth lah. THEN I'M STUDYING UNTIL MY BRAIN CELLS ARE DEA ALREADY CAN!? + that stupid problem. Nvm, i'll neglect the damn problem. STUDIES MORE IMPORTANT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I know whatever i say is useless now. So i'm not going to try to talk to you unless you forgive me. I'll just put whatever things down here, read it or not, it's your problem. You said if i tried to talk to you more naturally things wouldn't turn out to be this way. You think i didn't try? You didn't feel what i felt. I was like desperately trying to come up with a topic to talk about. You didn't talk to me as much as those other girls too. So now what? You're blaming me? And fyi, you didn't also know what i've done for you. I really hate it when all the blame gets pushed to me ok. It's better to end it anyway. Hate me if that makes you happy. But, i still want to be your friend, no matter what. But if you think what i say if useless now, then, fine by me too. You're not the one stressed, not the only hurt. Once again, sorry for making you sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tags reply:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roderick: Ye hi stupid pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless: Er.. Who are you? &amp;amp; ye, sec 1s this year are really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regine: Ye. I like dadong or whatever his name ahhh cutie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huimin: Crazy woman i don't understand what you talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May-en: Nono, waiyee's a superhero. She pwns everyone:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: Yes ma'am&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: Ye shorter nice to type lolol. :D And i cannot change the colour leh stupid thing rahhh! ilu manzxz&lt;3333 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! Stressed. RARRRRRRRW. I love domokun! Cutieeeee:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-2166220923312770404?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2166220923312770404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2166220923312770404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/give-me-break.html' title='Give me a break.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-1102623828608842729</id><published>2007-02-24T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T05:45:58.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm mentally unstable.</title><content type='html'>I think i'm gonna blow.&lt;br /&gt;Look at me closely on monday &amp;amp; you'ld find that i aged 20 years in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed out and everything ok.&lt;br /&gt;Give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;Screw you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-1102623828608842729?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1102623828608842729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1102623828608842729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-mentally-unstable.html' title='I&apos;m mentally unstable.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-8428404184677589571</id><published>2007-02-24T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T05:17:13.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzing'!&lt;3</title><content type='html'>1.Full Name: Waiyee th great!:D&lt;br /&gt;2.Name backwards: tearg ht eeyiaw.&lt;br /&gt;3.Meaning of name: It means i rule your world &amp; i pwn amy like shit :D&lt;br /&gt;4. Nickname: Tons, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;5. Screen Name: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;6. D.O.B: 8 november t.t 7 days after amy ok!!&lt;br /&gt;7. Place of Birth: Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;8. Nationality: Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;9. Current Location: West coast.&lt;br /&gt;10. Star Sign: Scorpio. D:&lt;br /&gt;11. Religion: Freethinker~&lt;br /&gt;12. Height: 151cm T_T&lt;br /&gt;13. Weight: Hey, secret lah!&lt;br /&gt;14. Shoe Size: Four, LOL! Unlike big feet amy keh :D&lt;br /&gt;15. Hair Color: Black.&lt;br /&gt;16. Eye Color: How i know LOL&lt;br /&gt;17. Who do you look like: I look like myself, duh.&lt;br /&gt;18. Innie or Outtie: Depends~&lt;br /&gt;19. Lefty or Righty: Righty, so common. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;20. Gay, Straight, Bi or Others: Common sense please.&lt;br /&gt;21. Best Friends: Huimin, shun, amy, daphne!:D&lt;br /&gt;22. Best friends you trust most: Shun. Lol. Huimin don't kill me pl0x.&lt;br /&gt;23. Favourite Pals: All my online friendsss!:D They pwn your life.&lt;br /&gt;24. Best Friend of opposite sex: Shun. Mmm, jordan? Aizat? Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;25. Best Buddies: Damn you amy this quiz i do before lah. This the stupid one which asks all the same questions waste time only!!&lt;br /&gt;26. Boyfriend or Girlfriend: Wife, huimin. :D&lt;br /&gt;27. Crush: -_-&lt;br /&gt;28. Parents: Parents. Ye whats wrong with parents?&lt;br /&gt;29. Worst Enemy: HER! Stupid, stupid whoreee!&lt;br /&gt;30. Favourite online guy: Shun:D&lt;br /&gt;31. Favourite online girl: Amy &amp;amp; huimin!:D&lt;br /&gt;32. Craziest friend: All my friends!:D&lt;br /&gt;33. Advice Friend: Alot, alot!:D&lt;br /&gt;34. Loudest Friend: Dunnnnno:D&lt;br /&gt;35. Person you cry with: I don't cry with people! I cry alone! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;36. Any sisters: Oneeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;37. Any brothers: None :(&lt;br /&gt;39. Any disease: STM :(((((&lt;br /&gt;40. Pager: Darling, it's bloody old-fashioned.&lt;br /&gt;41. Personal phone line: None.&lt;br /&gt;42. Phone: Ye i have a phone.&lt;br /&gt;43. Lava Lamp: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;44. Pool or hot tub: Hot tube lah LOL!&lt;br /&gt;45. A car: Personally, i kind of think cars are rather convenient. :p&lt;br /&gt;46. Your personality: ? Mmm, i forgot what that means.&lt;br /&gt;47. Driving: LOL amy is mad she drives people crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;48. Room: YA I HAVE A ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;49. What's missing: Someone. -_- Don't anyhow think k.&lt;br /&gt;50. School: Tanglin.&lt;br /&gt;51. Bed: Crap, i have a bed, ye so?&lt;br /&gt;52. Relationship with parents: Ok ok.&lt;br /&gt;53. Believe in yourself: Ya believe, believe.&lt;br /&gt;54. Believe in love at first sight: Ye, but wont last long one laaaah.&lt;br /&gt;55. Good listener: Guess so, just don't bother when i'm doing other stuff. Ye.&lt;br /&gt;56. Get along well with parents: Sian ask same question again.&lt;br /&gt;57. Save e-mail convos: -______-"&lt;br /&gt;58. Pray: Pray hard for money.&lt;br /&gt;59. Believe in reincarnation: Heaven nicer right.&lt;br /&gt;60. Make fun of people: Ye sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;61. Like to talk on the phone: No. Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;62. Want to get married: Dunno lah. Guys suck.&lt;br /&gt;63. Like to drive: ...&lt;br /&gt;64. Motion Sickness: Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;65. Eat stem of broccoli: Ye.&lt;br /&gt;66. Eat chicken with fork: Yaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;67. Dream in colours: I forgot all my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;68. Type with your fingers on home role: ?&lt;br /&gt;69. Sleep with stuff animals: Ye. Foon's tigger nice to hug&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;70. Next to you: Piles of books.&lt;br /&gt;71. On the walls of your room: Lyrics, photos.&lt;br /&gt;72. On your mousepad: Don't use mousepad.&lt;br /&gt;73. Dream car: None in mind.&lt;br /&gt;74. Dream date: Someone who doesn't suck.&lt;br /&gt;75. Dream honeymoon spot: Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;76. Dream husband or wife: Already have lah, huimin.&lt;br /&gt;77. Bedtime: Normally, Depends!!&lt;br /&gt;78. Under your bed: I own two beds, which do you want?&lt;br /&gt;79. Single most important question: ?&lt;br /&gt;80. Bad time of the day: When things pisses me off. OR NOT MY DAY SUPER GOOD CAN.&lt;br /&gt;81. Your worst fear: Ghosts! Ahhh! Heights!!&lt;br /&gt;82. The weather: Windy(?)&lt;br /&gt;83. Time: 9.14 PM&lt;br /&gt;84. Date: 24th feb.&lt;br /&gt;85. Best trick did on someone: Mmm, forgot.&lt;br /&gt;86. Theme song: Huh? ...&lt;br /&gt;87. Hardest thing about growing up: Puberty LOL!! Joking.&lt;br /&gt;88. Funniest experience: Forgot!&lt;br /&gt;89. Scariest experience: Forgot lah.&lt;br /&gt;90. Silliest thing you have ever said: Forgotttt!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;91. Most desperate and funniest thing i have done to get the opposite sex: Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;92. Scariest thing while you are with your friends: Don't remember, wth!!!&lt;br /&gt;93. Worst feeling: When i'm super pissed &amp; sad at the same time bah.&lt;br /&gt;94. Best feeling in the world: Being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 people to do this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;Huimin, errr.. AIYAH. Anyone lah wth i cannot think now my brain cells all dead!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Fuck you don't disturb me now alrights!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-8428404184677589571?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/8428404184677589571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/8428404184677589571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/quizzing3.html' title='Quizzing&apos;!&lt;3'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-6360705350532148480</id><published>2007-02-24T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T04:14:28.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imbeciles.</title><content type='html'>Bloody shit.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, misters.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get involved in all this crap right now, get it?&lt;br /&gt;It's the common tests week, and i, unlike you guys, want to study.&lt;br /&gt;I want good grades.&lt;br /&gt;So if you all don't give a shit about all these, kindly leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you guys want to pick a fight or something, you should jolly well know that the common tests have already started.&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything you want to settle, do it after all this.&lt;br /&gt;It's already very stressful, goddammit.&lt;br /&gt;Like you guys don't know it. Like hello? We're in the same school ok.&lt;br /&gt;Please, think about it and leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to handle all this bloody stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;Goddammit.&lt;br /&gt;Things really pisses me these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-6360705350532148480?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6360705350532148480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6360705350532148480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/imbeciles.html' title='Imbeciles.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-2816742876427492061</id><published>2007-02-24T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:58:45.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>I suddenly feel like posting. Goddd.&lt;br /&gt;Was damn noisy outside just now. Now everyone's sending dunno who home &amp; one person's left in the house with me!&lt;br /&gt;Keh, nothing to post about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So.. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, it's your choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-2816742876427492061?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2816742876427492061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2816742876427492061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-19277593078965412</id><published>2007-02-24T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T22:47:44.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of blogskin{:</title><content type='html'>As you know, the first sentence is my title yehs{:&lt;br /&gt;This blogskin nice or not?! Haha{:&lt;br /&gt;Decided to put the same song since i love it so much:D&lt;br /&gt;Ye. ahhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMY BLOODYASSHOLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's the post for youuuuuu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you like bloooooooodyhell lots.&lt;33333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister! No jokes please.&lt;br /&gt;My heart almost dropped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you pimples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-19277593078965412?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/19277593078965412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/19277593078965412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/change-of-blogskin.html' title='Change of blogskin{:'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-4321632626997499561</id><published>2007-02-24T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T19:46:09.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping IN.</title><content type='html'>Aahhhhhh. My sister's coach &amp; friends are here. So i'm camping IN my room {:&lt;br /&gt;Got to revise, revise &amp;amp; revise.&lt;br /&gt;Boringgg. &amp; i have a lot of things to settle with some people.&lt;br /&gt;Irritating! It's the common test week.&lt;br /&gt;Why disturb me only NOW!?&lt;br /&gt;Rarrrrrrrwh!fe&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i realised.. I took federick's science revision paper.. Oops :x&lt;br /&gt;But i guess, given his intelligence, he won't fail right..?&lt;br /&gt;Heheheees. DON'T TELL HIM OK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-4321632626997499561?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/4321632626997499561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/4321632626997499561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/camping-in.html' title='Camping IN.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-3610492494193587090</id><published>2007-02-23T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T07:20:35.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloghopping {:</title><content type='html'>Guess i'm in a much better mood now.&lt;br /&gt;Got this quiz while bloghopping at sara's blog {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What Curse Word Do You Use The Most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Do You Own An Ipod?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Not even an mp3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Which Person On Your Featured Friend List Do You Talk To The Most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is featured friend list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What Time Is Your Alarm Clock Set To?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.50 am. If i set it, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Do You Want To Fall In Love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Do You Wear Flip-Flops When It's Cold?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's singapore, like hello? Even if it's cold, it woon't be like freezing or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Would You Rather Take The Picture Or Be In The Picture?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the picture. I hate being in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. What Was The Last Movie You Watched?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic movie! Alex.. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Do Any Of Your Friends Have Children?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of my friends seem that old/cheap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Has Anyone Ever Called You Lazy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Do You Ever Take Medication To Help You Fall Asleep?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, though i have symptoms of amnesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. What Cd Is Currently In Your Cd Player?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm? The sims 2 LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Do You Prefer Regular Or Chocolate Milk?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Has Anyone Told You A Secret This Week?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. When Was The Last Time You Had Starbucks?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Can You Whistle?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must i really tell you..? Cos i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Are you afraid of ghosts?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye, though i think they're unreal but.. Something about it still spooks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Do You Think People Talk About You Behind Your Back?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say.. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Did You Watch Cartoons As A Child?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye, i still watch them. But it's those one-in-a-while thing {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. What Movie Do You Know Every Line To?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's.. Epic? It's real short, yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21.Have You Ever Done The Dirty In A Field?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. When did you last updated your Friendster account?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Do You Own Any Band T-Shirts?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Haahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. What Is Your Favorite Salad Dressing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. Mayo? Or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Is Anyone In Love With You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. Do You Do Your Own Dishes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. Ever Cry In Public?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye, but it wasn't obvious.. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. Are You On A Desktop Computer Or A Lap Top?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desktop. Mum strictly disallows laptops. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. Are You Currently Wanting Any Piercings Or Tattoo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. What's The Weather Like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a weather forecaster, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. Would You Ever Date Anyone Covered In Tattoos?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try finding me one.. Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. What Did You Do Before This?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complained about how unfair this shit life of mine is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. When Was The Last Time You Slept On The Floor?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, some weeks back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. How Many Hours Of Sleep Do You Need To Function?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 hours. Just 8. Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. Do You Eat Breakfast Daily?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Never had the habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. Are Your Days Full And Fast Paced?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. Do You Pay Attention To The Calories&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. But, what are calories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE! {: Bloodyasshole's quiz shall be done next time. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-3610492494193587090?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/3610492494193587090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/3610492494193587090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/bloghopping.html' title='Bloghopping {:'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-6471355385035880601</id><published>2007-02-23T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T05:53:21.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not read if you hate seeing vulgarities.</title><content type='html'>BLOODY HELL.&lt;br /&gt;This post is going to be goddamn filled with all my rantings &amp; shit.&lt;br /&gt;Read the title please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese common test paper. Dammit. I hate chinese like so bloody much. It's such a stupid, sickening subject. At first when i saw the paper, i was like: WOW. No tian xie han zhi! Cos i didn't read the words in the textbook. So i was quite happy that the section wasn't there on the paper. Then, the paper was 50 minutes. Ye, fine by me. I flipped to the first page. I was shocked, why was the whole page filled with words i haven't come across before?! So i just skimmed through the passage, writing answers which didn't make sense. Next page. Horror filled me. Again, tiny words with super long passages. Gave up reading after 5 minutes. But to think that i had to actually really read the whole passage just to find an answer. Another passage, same, super long. Those 2 passages took up about 30 minutes of what's left of my time. So i looked at the clock, bloody hell! 20 more minutes to complete the paper. I knew i couldn't finish it. I just did whatever i could. And what really made me pissed was that the NORMAL CHINESE TEACHER actually asked mrs lee to EXTEND the normal chinese pupils' time to compete their paper! I was like: GODDAMMIT. HIGHER MOTHER TONGUE PAPER IS LIKE SO MUCH MORE DIFFICULT THAN THE NORMAL CHINESE PAPER. WHY CAN'T WE HAVE OUR TIME EXTENDED TOO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to kris house. Played, watched tv. Then we headed to the lan shop. Had to borrow this pair of 3/4 jeans-like pants from kris. Which looked very disgusting on me. And the girls &amp;amp; kris were making fun of my.. Well, butt. But, i'll take it as a joke. I laughed along. That was when i saw jaren, jordan &amp; aizat(?) coming out from the 7-11. Wtf. They had to see me in the hideous pants i had on. Went into the lan shop. Hell, it was fullhouse. We waited for like 1 hour or so but still no seats available. So we wasted out time and had to go back to kris's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, i rather not say. It's fucking personal &amp;amp; everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to sum this up: Fuck today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much of vulagrities. Only a few f's here and there. Compared to last time, i daresay i really improved, or haven't i? I really hate today. Screw common tests, screw lan shops, screw everything! Rarwrrr! I really need people to confide to. Those who can tolerate my scoldings. Those who really, really can listen to me. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-6471355385035880601?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6471355385035880601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6471355385035880601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/do-not-read-if-you-hate-seeing.html' title='Do not read if you hate seeing vulgarities.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-246063165915468320</id><published>2007-02-22T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T05:42:23.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Damn you bigass liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i really hope you rot in hell.&lt;br /&gt;Good day.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder..&lt;br /&gt;Why did i ever let it happen in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a stupid moron, ain't i.&lt;br /&gt;This shouldn't have taken place.&lt;br /&gt;I should've realised you were such a damned liar.&lt;br /&gt;I should've stopped it.&lt;br /&gt;I should have done it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-246063165915468320?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/246063165915468320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/246063165915468320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/shit-you.html' title='Shit you.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-7737900908264055874</id><published>2007-02-22T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T05:12:11.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a bad headache.</title><content type='html'>Woooo{:&lt;br /&gt;Today is happy happy! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Got back our literature reading quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Hohos, tyco again. Tyco~ W/o book sure fail keh. Hahas {:&lt;br /&gt;Ye, hahaa. Dammit donavan kept saying i was action or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Raaaaaah!!&lt;br /&gt;After that went for home econs.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, still owe mdm hasnirah recipies t.t!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then huijie took my shoelaces out. D:&lt;br /&gt;So walked to geography class with shoes that do not have shoelaces.&lt;br /&gt;Eriza helped me put the shoelace back into my shoe, cos i didn't know how to. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;Then mr ng was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bags off the table,&lt;/span&gt; (looks at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And shoes on your feet.&lt;/span&gt; (stares at eriza)&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenged kris to this racing game.&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I finally, FINALLY won him {:&lt;br /&gt;Yippee! Copied science homework JUST before math {:&lt;br /&gt;Mr mohan told us for those who failed the test 1, there was a retest.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit i was stupid lah.&lt;br /&gt;I went to look at the HOLIDAY ASSG. test, &amp; i laughed at eriza cos she failed &amp;amp; i thought she'd have to stay back.&lt;br /&gt;But, when i looked at the next column, i realised i was looking at the wrong thing previously.&lt;br /&gt;Kris gladly reminded me I failed the TEST 1.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; they were all laughing at me! t.t!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Got back our narrative writing during english.&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn, i broke my primary six's record :D&lt;br /&gt;Elated as i can be, mrs lee told us that there were 4 samples of narrative writings for us to view.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, mine was one of them keh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i hated my narrative damn much!! RARRRRR!!!!! Donavan was like laughing &amp; laughing at it canzxzx! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was scolded during science.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the whole class. Cannot be only me right i'm so guai LOLS. x.x&lt;br /&gt;Ye, then ms foo showed us the electrolysis thing.&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAY COOL! {{:&lt;br /&gt;Donated $5 during form teacher's period.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't supposed to spend the money but since it was for the needy &amp;amp; whatever, just give {:&lt;br /&gt;Copied somemore literature notes.&lt;br /&gt;My head hurted like goddammitwhatthehellrawrrr!&lt;br /&gt;After school, went for the retest.&lt;br /&gt;It was like shit man, first we went to the wrong class,&lt;br /&gt;Then i realised the test was on standard forms,&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, i didn't have my calculator.&lt;br /&gt;I could die ok. &amp; i was damn pissed off during the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't think i want to post about the later part cos it was like wth damn long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary one students..&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. You've been in the school for like.. 1 month or so?&lt;br /&gt;And you're already coming with your skirt folded up bloody high until almost your whole thigh can be seen?&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, but this, for your information, is a school, not your own wackofreakingstupid fashion parade or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Ye, i'm not a sc &amp;amp; i'm not suppose to do all this shit.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even concern me anyway. But i just can't stand looking at that sickening ah-lian wannabe who took our sec 1 spot last year which is now behind us every day waiting for the morning assembly.&lt;br /&gt;It's disgusting, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think you're skinny &amp;amp; your goddamn leg is freaking beautiful or sexy or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Shit you, minah.&lt;br /&gt;Ye, you know who i'm talking about.. {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan boon si, happy birthday pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-7737900908264055874?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7737900908264055874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7737900908264055874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-bad-headache.html' title='What a bad headache.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-4491607348892357599</id><published>2007-02-21T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T05:12:39.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw you.</title><content type='html'>Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of stupid mothers ok.&lt;br /&gt;I am really, really irritated &amp; annoyed with such narrow-minded people.&lt;br /&gt;I know you can take spicy food ok?&lt;br /&gt;So what if i can't?&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't give you the right to call me USELESS.&lt;br /&gt;Ye, so if i fail my exams or anything, you'll dump me into the rubbish bin right?&lt;br /&gt;MIGHT AS WELL THROW ME AWAY WHEN I WAS GIVEN BIRTH RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;I am damn pissed already, do you know that?&lt;br /&gt;No, i came home, dissed off &amp;amp; everything.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the first sentence you said to me was: Come home later than working people right?&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, what's your problem.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like i DON'T come home right?!&lt;br /&gt;Other people can go home at 11, 12 or even 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ye, how about i add that they're of my age too?&lt;br /&gt;Even still, stay OVERNIGHT. Why can't i?&lt;br /&gt;Must i be different? No. I don't wish to be different.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even WANT to be different. Goddamn you.&lt;br /&gt;So stop opening your mouth &amp;amp; shooting some bigass words at me.&lt;br /&gt;Say you don't like to nag uh? THEN DON'T!&lt;br /&gt;Screw this. I don't even wish to blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're slow.. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-4491607348892357599?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/4491607348892357599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/4491607348892357599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/screw-you.html' title='Screw you.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-3045892169287678729</id><published>2007-02-20T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T06:00:05.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is much better..</title><content type='html'>Hohos.&lt;br /&gt;Thought my mum would bank all my red packet money into my bank acc.&lt;br /&gt;But she let me have $20!&lt;br /&gt;To spend for the rest of this month!&lt;br /&gt;Yippee :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'll return her the money i owe her if i didn't spend all the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did 60 sit ups.&lt;br /&gt;God, i'm getting fatter each day.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-3045892169287678729?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/3045892169287678729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/3045892169287678729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-much-better.html' title='This is much better..'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-3661919897909296282</id><published>2007-02-20T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T05:01:50.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is sincere okay.</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;jiaching&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU &lt;/span&gt;for your constant reminders of the thermometer &amp; much more other insignificant things to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, thank you {:&lt;br /&gt;You're such a great pal.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you &amp;amp; your honey/bee &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  will be with each other forever'!{:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget that pao sms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-3661919897909296282?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/3661919897909296282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/3661919897909296282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-sincere-okay.html' title='This is sincere okay.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-6848277166632435957</id><published>2007-02-20T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T04:14:11.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school! That's boring.</title><content type='html'>So.. I have less than $500 this year.&lt;br /&gt;That's really.. Horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm NOT allowed to spend it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. I'm in need of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;School again! I thought the cny holidays were until wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I thought no tp tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Then good. Not good, great!&lt;br /&gt;But.. Sadly, there's school. Tons &amp;amp; tons of homework.&lt;br /&gt;The thought makes me shudder, brrr.&lt;br /&gt;Joking! Hahas. School school lah! Big deal issit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Ye it is -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. Part of me doesn't want to go back into the school.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, just go.&lt;br /&gt;Got a couple of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eye-candies&lt;/span&gt; in the school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huimin'ld get what i mean, LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Again, IT'S NOT WHAT YOU IMAGINE!&lt;br /&gt;So PLEASE do not start saying stupid things again.&lt;br /&gt;RARWWWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, my hand hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't post about the part where i knocked my bone against this stupid metal shit right.&lt;br /&gt;Ye, it happened on.. Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Bad day.. It is.&lt;br /&gt;Now the part where i hit has became into the faintest shade of blueish black.&lt;br /&gt;It looks disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now uncles, aunties, cousins all come my house.&lt;br /&gt;I saw that uber cute guy again!&lt;br /&gt;He's this small kid whom i saw ytd at the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he saw me! Staring at him from my bedroom window.&lt;br /&gt;Eeeek! He's damn, damn cute can!?&lt;br /&gt;Ye, and that gross uncle which i talked about in one of my posts..&lt;br /&gt;Well.. He was..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stuck in the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! How's that for the laughs?&lt;br /&gt;And the toilet is just beside my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;Did i bother to help? Noooo.&lt;br /&gt;And then the toilet was crowded with all the uncles &amp;amp; aunties teaching him how to open the door.&lt;br /&gt;He's stuck for the SECOND time this year.&lt;br /&gt;That certainly is a joke. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr lee xiang rong.&lt;br /&gt;Stop acting gangster you stupid piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;Bapok lah bapok. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; SHUN.&lt;br /&gt;Relax you. Do anything but DON'T get you &amp;amp; your bunch of friends in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;It's all my fault ok.&lt;br /&gt;You, idiot, relax!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played blackjack.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. Xiang rong's father was the banker.&lt;br /&gt;First round, coool. Blackjack!&lt;br /&gt;The rest, all overshot T.T!! Damn unlucky!&lt;br /&gt;Then, xiang rong became banker.&lt;br /&gt;First round again, blackjack.&lt;br /&gt;The rest, kept losing money.&lt;br /&gt;This is called UNLUCKINESS ok! Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have gotten the blackjacks first. Rarwwwrh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from what i observed today.&lt;br /&gt;Yong nian's the only smart guy here.&lt;br /&gt;He was the only one who actually know how to switch the lights on for the toilet when he wanted to use it.&lt;br /&gt;The rest just went into the pitch-dark toilet.&lt;br /&gt;I'd scream if i was in there, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the posting.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta rest my swollen eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Awwwww.. {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I treat you more than just a friend, idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-6848277166632435957?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6848277166632435957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6848277166632435957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-to-school-thats-boring.html' title='Back to school! That&apos;s boring.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-8534170843867931507</id><published>2007-02-20T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T20:09:17.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more angbaos! ]:</title><content type='html'>Ayyy, my mother's side of family is coming today!&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i think most of them are here.&lt;br /&gt;Boring! No more angabos ]:&lt;br /&gt;Cousin brought his cd to lend me.&lt;br /&gt;Auntie said i like those horror movies shit.&lt;br /&gt;LOL! He brought along silent hill.&lt;br /&gt;Which i already bought it last year.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored. Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;This year only get 370$ ):&lt;br /&gt;So little lahs! Rarrrwh!&lt;br /&gt;People mentioned must treat me unagi {:&lt;br /&gt;Amy &amp; shun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my eye's puffed up again.&lt;br /&gt;No more late nights for you, waiyee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-8534170843867931507?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/8534170843867931507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/8534170843867931507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-more-angbaos.html' title='No more angbaos! ]:'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-654819749254723456</id><published>2007-02-19T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T06:09:49.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzing time {:</title><content type='html'>Bloodyasshole loves tagged me one not one, but two quizzes {:&lt;br /&gt;Awwwww.. Heeeeehs. But i did them before ]:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 11 people you can think of right now in your head.*three of which must be the opposite sex* After that tag at least 5 people to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Amy&lt;br /&gt;2. Huimin&lt;br /&gt;3. Shun&lt;br /&gt;4. Sarah&lt;br /&gt;5. Jordan&lt;br /&gt;6. Claire&lt;br /&gt;7. Bryan&lt;br /&gt;8. Misha&lt;br /&gt;9. Daphne&lt;br /&gt;10. Regine&lt;br /&gt;11. Mina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.How did you meet 10? {Regine&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, online(?) Ye. Habbo {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What would you do if you never met 2? {Huimin&lt;br /&gt;I'll never love someone else more. Heehs. &amp; i won't become her kukupapa'!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What would you do if 9 and 11 dated?{Daphne &amp;amp; Mina&lt;br /&gt;Ye, i won't object. My son found a girlfriend~ LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Do you like 7?{Bryan&lt;br /&gt;Ye, he's a good brother manzxz! But very emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Would 5 and 6 make a good couple?{Jordan &amp; claire&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I don't think they know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Describe 3.{Shun&lt;br /&gt;Good dog. LOL :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you think 8 is attractive?{Misha&lt;br /&gt;Yes! She's uber cute &amp;amp; everything! {{{:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Tell me something about 1.{Amy&lt;br /&gt;My darling bloodyasshole'!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your top 3 favourite persons in the list above?&lt;br /&gt;Huimin, shun, amy'![:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Whats 5's favourite things?{Jordan&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, soccer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What would you do if 10 confesses he/she likes you?{Regine&lt;br /&gt;Awww, i dunno. She confessed before right? T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What language does 6 speak?{Claire&lt;br /&gt;English &amp;amp; chinese, i guess. Haha. Her english scares people, beware{:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Who is 9 going out with?{Daphne&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, her family? keke. Her OTHER family, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.How old is 8 now?{Misha&lt;br /&gt;Misha is.. 13 going 14!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.When was the last time you talked to 1?{Amy&lt;br /&gt;Today'!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What is 2's favourite band/singer?{Huimin&lt;br /&gt;Waiyee. D: Joking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Would you ever date 7?{Bryan&lt;br /&gt;Brother sister date lah LOL. I won't fall for him he emoemo D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Would you ever date 11?{Mina&lt;br /&gt;Ye ye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever seen 8 naked?{Misha&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange, no questions about 4.. -_- bloodyasshole what kind of quiz is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pick the month you were born:&lt;br /&gt;January----- I kicked&lt;br /&gt;February----- I loved&lt;br /&gt;March----- I smoked&lt;br /&gt;April----- I dry humped&lt;br /&gt;May----- I choked on&lt;br /&gt;June----- I murdered&lt;br /&gt;July----- I did the Macarena with&lt;br /&gt;August----- I had lunch with&lt;br /&gt;September----- I danced with&lt;br /&gt;October----- I sang to&lt;br /&gt;November----- I yelled at&lt;br /&gt;December----- I ran over&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pick the day (number) you were born on:&lt;br /&gt;1------- a birdbath&lt;br /&gt;2------- a monster&lt;br /&gt;3------- a phone&lt;br /&gt;4------- a fork&lt;br /&gt;5------- a Mexican&lt;br /&gt;6------- a gangster&lt;br /&gt;7------- my cell phone&lt;br /&gt;8------- my dog&lt;br /&gt;9------- my best friends boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;10------ my neighbor&lt;br /&gt;11------- my science teacher&lt;br /&gt;12------- a banana&lt;br /&gt;13------- a fireman&lt;br /&gt;14------- a stuffed animal&lt;br /&gt;15------- a goat&lt;br /&gt;16------- a pickle&lt;br /&gt;17------- your mom&lt;br /&gt;18------- a spoon&lt;br /&gt;19------- myself&lt;br /&gt;20------- a baseball bat&lt;br /&gt;21------- a ninja&lt;br /&gt;22----- a model&lt;br /&gt;23------- a noodle&lt;br /&gt;24------- a squirrel&lt;br /&gt;25------- a football player&lt;br /&gt;26------- my sister&lt;br /&gt;27------- my brother&lt;br /&gt;28------- an ipod&lt;br /&gt;29------ a permanent marker&lt;br /&gt;30------- a llama&lt;br /&gt;31------- a homeless guy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:&lt;br /&gt;White------because I'm cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;Black-------because that's how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;Pink--------because I'm NOT a homosexual&lt;br /&gt;Red--------because the voices told me to do so&lt;br /&gt;Blue--------because I'm sexy and I do what I want&lt;br /&gt;Green-----because I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;Purple-----because I'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;Gray-------because I was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow-----because someone offered me1,000,000 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Orange----because I hate my family.&lt;br /&gt;Brown-----because I was high.&lt;br /&gt;Other------because I'm a ninja.&lt;br /&gt;None-------because I can't control myself.&lt;/p&gt;Now type out the sentence you made and pass it on!&lt;br /&gt;I yelled at my dog because that's how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keh. Everyone in my links do both of these.&lt;br /&gt;Happy chinese new year! LOL {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something smells nice, LOVES'!&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-654819749254723456?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/654819749254723456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/654819749254723456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/quizzing-time.html' title='Quizzing time {:'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-6243826068492831148</id><published>2007-02-19T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T05:21:34.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh.. Gross.</title><content type='html'>Just came back from grandma's house!&lt;br /&gt;So sad.. Only gotten 4 red packets.&lt;br /&gt;Means i have only 5 red packets this year.&lt;br /&gt;But nvm, it's the money that matters.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, i'm going to open my red packets on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Or, tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm betting, that i'll get less than 500$ this year.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, )): I need money. Money money $.$!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my eldest uncle. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;I seriously, dislike him.&lt;br /&gt;He's disgusting and everything.&lt;br /&gt;There was once, when we went out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;AND HE ACTUALLY FARTED!&lt;br /&gt;Like, OHMYGOD. Gross man! I was like D:&lt;br /&gt;And it's LOUD + SMELLY.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to die there?&lt;br /&gt;AND TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;I said i didn't want to eat any bakwa.&lt;br /&gt;He FORCED me!&lt;br /&gt;I already said NO! What was his problem!?&lt;br /&gt;Adults! One problem with them is that THEY DON'T LISTEN!&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, i'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;Before i get a metabolism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. So.. What did i want to type?&lt;br /&gt;Aww wells, i forgot. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-6243826068492831148?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6243826068492831148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6243826068492831148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/ahh-gross.html' title='Ahh.. Gross.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-2768400181317822073</id><published>2007-02-19T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T17:36:48.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a quiz, dumb.</title><content type='html'>Ye, i'm doing a quiz. I'm back to quizzing'!{:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENT&lt;br /&gt;01. is your hair wet? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;02. is your cell phone right beside you? No, behind me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;03. do you miss someone? ... Ye, i miss amy.&lt;br /&gt;04. are you wearing gel: No.&lt;br /&gt;05. are you wearing chapstick: What.. Is chapstick?&lt;br /&gt;06. are you cold: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;07. are you tired: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;08. are you excited: What for?&lt;br /&gt;09. are you watching t.v: No.&lt;br /&gt;10. are you wearing pajamas: I don't wear pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAST&lt;br /&gt;01. recently done anything you regret: Nuh-uh.&lt;br /&gt;02. ever lied: Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;03. ever stuck gum under a desk: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;04. ever kick someone: Ask eriza[:&lt;br /&gt;05. ever trip over your own feet?: Heck ye.&lt;br /&gt;06. ever cried so hard you almost threw up: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;01. have you cursed: Ye. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;02. have you yelled at someone: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;03. have you gotten mad at someone: Uhh.. I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;04. have you cried: Cry!? You kidding me issit?&lt;br /&gt;05. have you called more than 3people: No. Imma busy woman[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another {:&lt;br /&gt;Q 01: is there a person who is on your mind right now? What can i say? Yup D:&lt;br /&gt;Q 02: where is the last place you went? Living room.&lt;br /&gt;Q 03: who is the last person you called? Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;Q4: who do you like more, your mom or dad? I love myself the most.&lt;br /&gt;Q 05: do you have any siblings? Ye, one.&lt;br /&gt;Q 06: do you smile often? You think?&lt;br /&gt;Q 07: do you think that someone is thinking about you right now? I know huimin's thinking of me. LOL! Joking.&lt;br /&gt;Q 08: do you wish on stars? No.&lt;br /&gt;Q 09: when did you last cry? When? Iunno. Couple of weeks/months back.&lt;br /&gt;Q 10: do you like your handwriting? I change the way i all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Q 11: are you a friendly person? No, i'm very anti. Don't disturb me.&lt;br /&gt;Q 12: who's bed did you sleep in last night? Mine, who else?&lt;br /&gt;Q 13: what color shirt are you wearing? Black.&lt;br /&gt;Q 14: do you have any pets? One dead tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;Q 15: what is the color of your bedsheets? Blue &amp; green.&lt;br /&gt;Q 16: what were you doing at 9 last night? Posting shitloads.&lt;br /&gt;Q 18: i can't wait... Can't wait for what? Your period?&lt;br /&gt;Q 19: is tom on your friends list? No, there's jerry though. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Q 20: look to your right. what's there? Curtain.&lt;br /&gt;Q 21: ever cried yourself to sleep? Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Q 22: ever cried on your friend's shoulder? No.&lt;br /&gt;Q 23: song that makes you cry? None?&lt;br /&gt;Q 24: are you normally a happy person? Depends.. Depends..&lt;br /&gt;Q 25: has anyone ever said 'i love you' to you? Ye, huimin babeh, amy bloodyasshole, jermin'!&lt;3 &amp;amp;.. I dunno who else {:&lt;br /&gt;Q 26: is your self-esteem extremely low? What.. Again, if self esteem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like.. Making people do. [:&lt;br /&gt;Should i?&lt;br /&gt;Keh i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Since it's new year, i'll share all my joy to those who reads this &amp;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DO THIS! &lt;/span&gt;[:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know about it right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good! Finally this load is taken off me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't blame me, you were the one who broke that promise first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-2768400181317822073?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2768400181317822073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2768400181317822073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-quiz-dumb.html' title='This is a quiz, dumb.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-8633147625649476300</id><published>2007-02-19T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T16:48:23.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What was i doing?</title><content type='html'>Looking at my blog, i realised i made a shitload of posts yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. How many? SEVEN!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, i must have not been in my right mind yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Seven.. Seven!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going grandma's house!&lt;br /&gt;Get red packets. Red packets! Yayeeeeeeness! ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;But once again..&lt;br /&gt;It's bloody hot in that house. No aircon no fan no anything.&lt;br /&gt;And it's gonna be real cramped.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, i'll think on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More people = more red packets = more money'!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to feel this way.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-8633147625649476300?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/8633147625649476300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/8633147625649476300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-was-i-doing.html' title='What was i doing?'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-8587685764225377638</id><published>2007-02-18T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T07:17:46.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys.. Really.</title><content type='html'>Chatted with shun..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to bring this topic up.&lt;br /&gt;But.. I guess.. I just want to insult guys a little before going to bed, yahhs? [':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;What type makes me dislike so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hen-pecked guys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys who act cute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makes up stupid excuses for what they done wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those who do not respect us women. {they deserve to die!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Tsk, these dreadful sins of guys.&lt;br /&gt;I know one who falls under all these categories.&lt;br /&gt;But still.. He's a rather funny guy so i just wanna be friends with him(:&lt;br /&gt;Though he's tad irritating &amp; doesn't care how people feel but.. Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;He makes a good friend but a very bad boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;(: Try guessing who.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; again, it isn't who you think it may be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night alrights'[:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-8587685764225377638?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/8587685764225377638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/8587685764225377638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/guys-really.html' title='Guys.. Really.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-8687857766668640320</id><published>2007-02-18T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T06:52:37.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics'![:</title><content type='html'>Added this new song in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Got to say.. I love this song man (:&lt;br /&gt;Never heard of it before.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, i'm addicted to this song too'![:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Why, do you always do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why, couldn't you just see through me?&lt;br /&gt;How come, you act like this&lt;br /&gt;Like you just don't care at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you expect me to believe I was the only one to fall?&lt;br /&gt;I could feel I could feel you near me, even though&lt;br /&gt;you're far away&lt;br /&gt;I could feel I could feel you baby, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;More and more each day&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, are you and me still together?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, do you think we could last forever?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, listen to what we're not saying&lt;br /&gt;Let's play, a different game than what we're playing&lt;br /&gt;Try, to look at me and really see my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you expect me to believe I'm gonna let us fall&lt;br /&gt;apart?&lt;br /&gt;I could feel I could feel you near me, even when&lt;br /&gt;you're far away&lt;br /&gt;I could feel I could feel you baby, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;More and more each day&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, are you and me still together?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, you think we could last forever?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go and think about whatever you need to think&lt;br /&gt;about&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and dream about whatever you need to&lt;br /&gt;dream about&lt;br /&gt;And come back to me when you know just how you&lt;br /&gt;feel, you feel&lt;br /&gt;I could feel I could feel you near me, even though&lt;br /&gt;you're far away&lt;br /&gt;I could feel I could feel you baby, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;More and more each day&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;More and more each day&lt;br /&gt;It's not supposed to hurt this way&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, are you and me still together?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, do you think we could last forever?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why&lt;/pre&gt;Lovely song, really. It is'!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to sarah just now about a person whose name i rather not mention as it pollutes my dear blog):&lt;br /&gt;Yea haha.&lt;br /&gt;Was laughing quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Okeh, lemme rephrase.&lt;br /&gt;Was laughing but not a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are real numb so i wanna log off now so byebye'![:&lt;br /&gt;Angbaos angabos angbaos:D&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow going grandma house! Angbaos'!;DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-8687857766668640320?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/8687857766668640320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/8687857766668640320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/lyrics.html' title='Lyrics&apos;![:'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-5115307488439695872</id><published>2007-02-18T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T05:03:51.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another post for the.. Night?</title><content type='html'>I'm in the posting-every-second mood!&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna post, even though there's nothing to post about!&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear.. Oh dear oh dear..&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Nothing to type anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what i wanted to say.. So.. Forget it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day to you guys'!&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-5115307488439695872?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5115307488439695872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5115307488439695872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-post-for-night.html' title='Another post for the.. Night?'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-5342332099761695986</id><published>2007-02-18T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T04:36:07.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get rid of my bad habit, pretty please.</title><content type='html'>I have the tendency to bite the outer skin that's in front of my fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;Those parts, very nice to chew off.&lt;br /&gt;But now, since i have guitar lessons, mr brendon told us not to take away that piece of hard skin.&lt;br /&gt;It's dead useful when it comes to holding guitar strings.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't make it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the skin, i feel like just biting it off.&lt;br /&gt;Omg! Help me please. ):&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my fingers to hurt when holding guitr strings, but i really want to bite them!&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaarhshhh'!&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Give me some advice? Pretty pleaseeee[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tags reply'!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emelia: ;D Aww sweetie[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zikun &amp; Amy: You too dearies'!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queenie: Sure honeh, i'll relink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jermin: Waiyee says she loves herself a lot too! But she loves jermin more! Mooooowacks'!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, liling, foons &amp;amp; sarah: You people too'!:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huimin: People sure think you crazy. Ha'!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foons say xie ting feng sucks as a singer.&lt;br /&gt;But nvms'! As long as he's goodlooking.. HAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!WAIYEE'&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-5342332099761695986?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5342332099761695986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5342332099761695986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/get-rid-of-my-bad-habit-pretty-please.html' title='Get rid of my bad habit, pretty please.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-6872475823418004820</id><published>2007-02-18T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:20:59.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's boring, holidays, really.</title><content type='html'>Here i am, stuck at home, with only one red packet.&lt;br /&gt;Whereas other people are visitng their relatives and getting red packets.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care okeh, those who gets more than me this year must treat me to a big feast! Rawhhhhhhrs!&lt;br /&gt;Yes yiimei, i passed your licence for you.&lt;br /&gt;It's now level 15(: I don't know if it's SUPPOSED to be level 15 'cos i thought that you'll become a clubber since the licence song is chinese lady but.. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So.. A very happy cny to you dearie(:&lt;br /&gt;So i just gobbled up numerous of bagua, which is dead fattening.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, off to puking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-6872475823418004820?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6872475823418004820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/6872475823418004820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-boring-holidays-really.html' title='It&apos;s boring, holidays, really.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-1649186852365779017</id><published>2007-02-18T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:02:35.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid me.</title><content type='html'>I made a post just now.&lt;br /&gt;But.. I posted it in the wrong blog!&lt;br /&gt;I posted it in my darling splms blog &amp; not this! gahhh!&lt;br /&gt;Stupid me!&lt;br /&gt;Nvm! I shall just type everything again:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY!&lt;br /&gt;All the goodies ehh?&lt;br /&gt;I'll become fat. Although i am now.&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW. I'M FREAKING HEAVY OKEH.&lt;br /&gt;EVEN THOUGH I LOST 2 KGS.&lt;br /&gt;Arrrhg, i'll just have to puke everynight! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my very first greeting from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;That person.. The first to wish me a happy CNY :D&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing like mad on bed.&lt;br /&gt;ERIZA! It's not whoever you think it is okeh!&lt;br /&gt;SO DON'T ANYHOW SAAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh, enoguh of my crapping.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY CNY LOVELIES! &lt;/span&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't have to ask to know it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One thing's best about women is their intuition(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!WAIYEE'&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-1649186852365779017?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1649186852365779017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1649186852365779017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/stupid-me.html' title='Stupid me.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-2949788516953237975</id><published>2007-02-18T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T18:10:45.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did i wish you guys a happy cny? D:</title><content type='html'>Anyway, happy cny AGAIN(:&lt;br /&gt;If i wished, that is. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are still puffed up ):&lt;br /&gt;Last night.. Last night.. Or should i say this morning..&lt;br /&gt;Omg.&lt;br /&gt;Loves!(: Was smsing, &amp; smsing.&lt;br /&gt;Though, gave many late replies haha.. Cos i was almost asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.. Haha((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Don't make me.. Fall for you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-2949788516953237975?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2949788516953237975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2949788516953237975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/did-i-wish-you-guys-happy-cny-d.html' title='Did i wish you guys a happy cny? D:'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-1155494188780061040</id><published>2007-02-17T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T07:50:22.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY!</title><content type='html'>Yupps.&lt;br /&gt;You lovely people!&lt;br /&gt;Happy CHINESE NEW YEAR! (((:&lt;br /&gt;Haha, one sms i just received really made me so darn happy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my eyes are so puffed up &amp;amp; red ):&lt;br /&gt;Due to all the rubbing, awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEEXIANGRONG!&lt;br /&gt;You stupid cousin of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, if you grow up to smoke or take drugs i'll skin you alive manzxzx.&lt;br /&gt;So naughty now that you're a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;You threaten to hurt your father or ask you friends to beat him up,&lt;br /&gt;I'll fly over &amp; give you a good smack!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA(: Happy cny dumbass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That feeling is just.. Wonderful(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-1155494188780061040?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1155494188780061040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/1155494188780061040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY!'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-3590499821668894927</id><published>2007-02-16T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T05:22:50.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No going back of primary schools for us!</title><content type='html'>Oh my, the celebrations were wonderful! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the hall @ 11am. Was watching wallace &amp; gromit in mrs lee's homeroom before that. Stupid animation, but.. Whatever (: The first item was.. Lion dance! Yes, the one carmen's afraid of! The noise! Haha! &amp;amp; we had to see steven's sickening face. OH, HOW GROSS. After that was the malay dance! The guys were like singing kind of song, &amp; there was a rap, in the singapore's version of tokyo drift. Lovely rap! (: Den was the girls' dance. Nicenice! Then.. Umm actually i forgot, so just to tell you.. We had guzheng, dance ensemble, contemp, band, 2CM &lt;3, interhouse competition &amp;amp; guessing the cai shen yes'! :D Damn funny, the guessing, really. Students used the opportunity to insult teachers! One was called girly, another gay, &amp; the last one fat. LOLS! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after the celebrations, eriza &amp; i accompanied huijie back home. We changed, then took 51 to jec. &amp;amp; we took mrt to jurong point. OHMY! We saw PDA in the bus! LOLS. Met shun &amp; kris @ kfc. Then the others came. {not mentioning names cos i dunno how to spell LOL. x.x Kris wanted to go great world, but.. CRAZY lol! Then we bought tickets for EPIC MOVIE! ;D Kris told garrick on the phone that we were watching ghost rider, how evil. Garrick came &amp; almost bought tickets for ghost rider, but kris told him that we were really watching epic movie in the end.. Hahs (: Saw people dancing to the arcade thingy which name i forgotten so.. Fine. Yupp, SO COOL MAN! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the ticketing booth. Found out that we were one ticket short. So huijie, eriza &amp;amp; i went into the theater first while kris bought another ticket for himself. The show was HILARIOUS! I kept laughing &amp; stupid shun kept calling me crazy so i whacked him ahah! Then there was this part were it showed a woman's leg which was so hairy that aizat went: Alex lah. LOL! Then we bunch of tanglinians were laughing like crazy in the theater. The movie was great, but it was really, really short. It only lasted for about 1 hour or so.. Sad! ): Took mrt back to jurong, &amp;amp; garrick took the middle train home, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to buy tickets for ghost rider, which was showing at 5.00. But since it was 5+ we decided not to. Went to the arcade. Watched a lot of people play. Saw PDA again! Oh my LOLOLS! Said something quite mean about the PDA thingy. LOL. Then went to macdonalds. Wth both seats wet sia, den i have to sit on either one of them t.t Took 51 home, LOL. Slept in the bus. Was really tired. The headache wore me out. Huijie had to resort to whacking me in order for me to wake up &amp; allow her to alight, LOL. Woke up just in time to alight the bus too! &amp;amp; it was raining, so this kind lady offered her umbrealla to me. So sweet! But it's all because CNY is coming. Rahrahrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know what? I thought it over. I don't want to continue this anymore. It's better to end this earlier, right? I know i don't mean anything significant to you now, and so do you. I'll just treat you as a friend. No, i ain't going to regret for this decision of mine. I cannot take this anymore. You're upsetting me time &amp;amp; time again. I have my reasons to hate you, but, i still hope i remain as your friend. Better to end this here rather than dragging it on, am i right? If you're not happy about this, find me. All i can say is that.. I don't feel the same as i feel for you now. If you get what i mean. Good day to you too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKER PRINCIPAL(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-3590499821668894927?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/3590499821668894927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/3590499821668894927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-going-back-of-primary-schools-for-us.html' title='No going back of primary schools for us!'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-3632787193432963800</id><published>2007-02-15T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T05:36:25.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A happy day for me.</title><content type='html'>RAAAAAH!! HUIJIE &amp; ERIZA!&lt;br /&gt;STOP TEASINGGG! IT'S NOT TRUEEEEE!!! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is total defence day.. LOL! Remind me to reminsince this day.&lt;br /&gt;Or whatever, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Had this assembly in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping la! Den mrs lee pulled me up.&lt;br /&gt;But i still went back to sleep, and eriza was like making me laugh that i couldn't yawn.&lt;br /&gt;Then mrs lee asked me to sit straight, and not lean on.. Donavan -.-&lt;br /&gt;I WAS NOT LOL! I was just sitting sideways LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I was not leaning! LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to lan with eriza, huijie &amp;amp; kris after school.&lt;br /&gt;Met glenn there.&lt;br /&gt;Yea played until 7.00&lt;br /&gt;OMGLAHS! (: The ice map thingy is like SO FUN! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;Damn coooool! ;D LOVESLOVES!&lt;br /&gt;Took bus home, den saw elicia.&lt;br /&gt;Omglahs, he was like staring at huijie, eriza &amp; i like weirdos.&lt;br /&gt;Hahs! NVMNVMS! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JURONG PRIMARY PRINCIPAL!&lt;br /&gt;You dont allow us to go back huh? FINE. RAHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-3632787193432963800?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/3632787193432963800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/3632787193432963800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-day-for-me_15.html' title='A happy day for me.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-7489131257734628069</id><published>2007-02-14T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T03:18:06.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy valentine's day!</title><content type='html'>YEA (:&lt;br /&gt;Happy valentine's day to all of you out there!&lt;br /&gt;Especially those lovey-doveys'! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;though i don't believe in this valentine's day thing.. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupps! :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the presents!&lt;br /&gt;My card rocks right.. I KNOW (:&lt;br /&gt;I still remember eriza's reaction okeh. DAMN HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not going to post much about today.&lt;br /&gt;Since my mood was kinda bad during the school times &amp; after school.&lt;br /&gt;Boohoohoo. &amp;amp; BB do not have trainings on valentine's!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You stupid, arrogant girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop bad-mouthing people like they owe you something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You want me to tell you the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yea alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My family loathes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The whole class abhors you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-7489131257734628069?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7489131257734628069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7489131257734628069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy valentine&apos;s day!'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-7093852756087613394</id><published>2007-02-13T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T05:45:11.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawr!!</title><content type='html'>After i finished reading up the dictionary,&lt;br /&gt;I swear i'm going to flood this blog with big words.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; finally,&lt;br /&gt;I can insult people with all the words i learnt.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the joy.&lt;br /&gt;The joy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-7093852756087613394?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7093852756087613394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7093852756087613394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/rawr.html' title='Rawr!!'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-147112931712115674</id><published>2007-02-12T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T05:02:06.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring.</title><content type='html'>On phone with shun.&lt;br /&gt;WTH HE REMINDED  ME OF LAST NIGHT LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;Some idiot called when i was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the house phone was in my room.&lt;br /&gt;So i picked up the phone, half asleep.&lt;br /&gt;This bloody moron went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellohellohellohellohello?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied: Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply: Hellohellohellohellohello?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamade! I don't need sleep issit.&lt;br /&gt;Waste my sleeping time lahs!&lt;br /&gt;Wth. When i find that person, i'm going to murder that idiot.&lt;br /&gt;RAWRS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-147112931712115674?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/147112931712115674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/147112931712115674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/ring.html' title='Ring.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-2198374600966041349</id><published>2007-02-12T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T23:54:45.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A happy day for.. ME! (:</title><content type='html'>YEA! :D&lt;br /&gt;Just came home, woah!! Today's a chao, fun day! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E&lt;br /&gt;LOLS! We had the p.e attire check.&lt;br /&gt;2E1 boys didn't have their p.e shorts.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! &amp;&amp;amp;&amp; shun tio must buy p.e shorts orby orby!!&lt;br /&gt;Then we had the CCA follow up thing.&lt;br /&gt;I was begging mr tham NOT to say my surname, &amp;amp; yet he did t.t&lt;br /&gt;RAWRS! I hate my surname. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;2E1 had this netball match &amp; we 2E3 go &amp;amp; play with them.&lt;br /&gt;Hahs, so fun..&lt;br /&gt;WATCHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ART&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to draw chinese new year card, or any card.&lt;br /&gt;BUT once again, no one bothered to listen to mr gan.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, sometimes, i just pity him ):&lt;br /&gt;We kept dropping eriza's phone, as she wanted it to get spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i went to step on it too! :D&lt;br /&gt;Then after the lesson, mr gan called roxanne.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i pretended that i was her.&lt;br /&gt;But sem kept telling mr gan i wasn't!&lt;br /&gt;RAWR SEM! Ruin my fun time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;Read newspapers once again.&lt;br /&gt;Hahs. &amp; we tore up joel's.. yugi-oh card.&lt;br /&gt;Keh actually, i was the one who tore it.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DIDN'T CARE!&lt;br /&gt;So aphicha took the remains of the card &amp;amp; dumped it to joel.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, joel's reaction was like @#^@$&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this was what he told donavan &amp;amp; i:&lt;br /&gt;Joel: One card is $2, pay up.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HUH? $2?!&lt;br /&gt;Joel: Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WITH $2 CAN BUY 4 PAOS LEH!&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEOGRAPHY&lt;br /&gt;LOLS i forgot what happened, but still, it was boring x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATH&lt;br /&gt;Had a maths test!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i didn't even bother to complete the paper.&lt;br /&gt;Eriza told me, if i passed, she'll laugh.&lt;br /&gt;After lesson, eriza came to tell me that donavan drooled when he was sleeping during the test LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE &amp;amp; SCIENCE&lt;br /&gt;Yaya, put it together cos i going to say one word for it = BORING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;Had to go to the NCC room for the uniform measurements.&lt;br /&gt;Saw ader! &amp; she didn't dare tickle me cos i was holding my badge without the stud! :D&lt;br /&gt;Yea, then keegan, glenn &amp;amp; donavan were waiting for me cos after that we were going to sumo house to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry! x.x&lt;br /&gt;Yupps, then after the measurements were taken, donavan, glenn, keegan &amp; i walked to clementi.&lt;br /&gt;Ate at sumo house.&lt;br /&gt;Ordered the.. Terriyaki chicken thing?&lt;br /&gt;Yupps, laughed alot when eating.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the boys, hahs. They made me choke too! D:&lt;br /&gt;After eating, glenn was in such a hurry, he banged into the table &amp;amp; all the plates dropped LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;Then walked to minjia's house with donavan &amp; glenn.&lt;br /&gt;Glenn went home &amp;amp; both of us went minjia's house.&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I told donavan minjia lived on the 20th storey, when she lived on the 12th storey.&lt;br /&gt;Hahs! Sorry! x.x I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for donavan to download gunz for minjia, then we took a bus back to school!&lt;br /&gt;Yeaps, it was drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;Smsed shun that suckerass.&lt;br /&gt;He replied with that stupid dunno-how-to-use-umbrella thing! Lols! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit my blog got problem sucker!! BLOODY HELL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-2198374600966041349?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2198374600966041349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/2198374600966041349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-day-for-me.html' title='A happy day for.. ME! (:'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-7803681528929587737</id><published>2007-02-11T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T23:42:01.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye pain x.x</title><content type='html'>Keh i'm going to type like shun okeh?&lt;br /&gt;Please use eye drops after reading ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah just now change skin then suddenly my posts all these become like shit sia i thought what happen thanks to waiyee th great now the posts all this okeh already now my blog looks so much better haha so nice lah this skin i love it man it doesnt mean anything lah not valentines what blah blah shit i just take it cos it looks very prettaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid shun go put me as bully in his blog wahlao i laughing like mad canzxzx i not bully lor is cos people ask him bully him then i bully but i not bully lol keh never mind dun understand you problem so tomorrow pe again i go whack him again very shuang lah he say i idiot i whack more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow also got chinese wah sian i love last thursday and friday lah no chinese at all dunnid suffer but got ncc and then i kena bullied by adel the sec one girl wah she keep tickling me damn itchy la so i keep whacking her den marching that time i made a blunder lols den i was like wth happen why azmir hafiz they all move in front den i stuck at the normal first row position so paiseh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still got chinese homework to do aiyah heck care lah i dont do what can the teacher say lol he kick me out then good dunnid stay back for one hour after school stupid shun still owe me lan money he need treat me lan bunk and unagi good let him die muahaha im not evil keh this is called what ahh i think is retribution okeh if you all cant understand what i typing right go kill shun i give you all him blog link lols http://shun-.blogspot.com yes kill him i dont care ya bye lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Crap LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-7803681528929587737?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7803681528929587737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/7803681528929587737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/eye-pain-xx.html' title='Eye pain x.x'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-5478390831532144263</id><published>2007-02-11T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T06:07:09.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAMMY!</title><content type='html'>YES.&lt;br /&gt;TAMMY!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT YOU WANT TO READ HUH LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I'M POSTING EVERYDAY &amp;amp; YOU STILL ASK ME TO POST.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANT ME TO POST ABOUT YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;OKEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAMMY! :&lt;br /&gt;- CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;- CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;- FAT.&lt;br /&gt;- SHORT.&lt;br /&gt;- MY DARLING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL HAPPY? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-5478390831532144263?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5478390831532144263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5478390831532144263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/tammy.html' title='TAMMY!'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-5762270379989536288</id><published>2007-02-10T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T06:04:54.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry.</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of food.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry!&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAKE! :D&lt;br /&gt;Yes, cake! :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream cake. OMG LOVES! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Then.. YEA CHOCOLATE CAKE! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp; what else..&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. FRUIT CAKE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to buy myself a cake this wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;WHO WANTS HUH HUH HUH? :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;I want cake!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PAO!&lt;br /&gt;YES! I MISS MY PAO. (:&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T EAT MY PAO FOR.. 3 DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;God, i miss pao t.t&lt;br /&gt;I want pao. I want pao. I want pao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keh, are you all hungry?&lt;br /&gt;Join me LOLS(:&lt;br /&gt;Eat pao &amp; cake.&lt;br /&gt;Yums.&lt;br /&gt;Keh dumb post whatever bye lols!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Don't talk to me.. I hate you. &amp;amp; that's the last thing i'll ever do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-5762270379989536288?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5762270379989536288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5762270379989536288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hungry.html' title='Hungry.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157250.post-5935081202754657410</id><published>2007-02-10T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T01:06:47.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy.</title><content type='html'>Yes, amy requested a post about her.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMY! :&lt;br /&gt;- Stupid girl :)&lt;br /&gt;- Very tall.&lt;br /&gt;- Always call me short.&lt;br /&gt;- Very pretty (:&lt;br /&gt;- My bloody asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Very fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Loves me :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. The very fat part is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;{she's.. Underweight? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another short post.&lt;br /&gt;WAIYEE! What's your problem? t.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31157250-5935081202754657410?l=eightofnovember-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5935081202754657410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31157250/posts/default/5935081202754657410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eightofnovember-.blogspot.com/2007/02/amy.html' title='Amy.'/><author><name>-HELLO(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449043773532638396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
