<?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-10304153</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:10:57.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BLOG :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the spotlight shines upon you&lt;br /&gt;And how could anybody deny you&lt;br /&gt;I came here with a load&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so much lighter&lt;br /&gt;Now I met you&lt;br /&gt;And hunnie you should know&lt;br /&gt;That I could never go on without you&lt;br /&gt;Green eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunnie you are the sea&lt;br /&gt;Upon which I float&lt;br /&gt;And I came here to talk&lt;br /&gt;I think you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That green eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that I wanted to find&lt;br /&gt;And anyone who tried to deny you&lt;br /&gt;Must be out of their mind&lt;br /&gt;Because I came here with a load&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so much lighter&lt;br /&gt;Since I met you&lt;br /&gt;And hunnie you should know&lt;br /&gt;That I could never go on without you&lt;br /&gt;Green eyes&lt;br /&gt;Green eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunnie you are a rock&lt;br /&gt;Upon which I stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Green eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coldplay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've always loved your green eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you know i always will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's a reason why theres a little heart in your eyes hun,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because i bet that eye saw me first :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-3221185154421631770?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3221185154421631770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=3221185154421631770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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darling, all the while&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the marketplace in old algiers&lt;br /&gt;Send me photographs and souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;Just remember when a dream appears&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be so alone without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll be lonesome too, and blue&lt;br /&gt;Fly the ocean in a silver plane&lt;br /&gt;See the jungle when it's wet with rain&lt;br /&gt;Just remember 'til you're home again&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be so alone without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll be lonesome too, and blue&lt;br /&gt;Fly the ocean in a silver plane&lt;br /&gt;See the jungle when it's wet with rain&lt;br /&gt;Just remember 'til you're home again&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until you're home again hun,&lt;br /&gt;you belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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getting hard&lt;br /&gt;But just believe me boy someday&lt;br /&gt;We'll pay the bills with our degrees&lt;br /&gt;We'll have it good&lt;br /&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;br /&gt;My word is good&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Christopher&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;br /&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you would take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;I'd write it all&lt;br /&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall&lt;br /&gt;We'd have it all&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;br /&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;br /&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;br /&gt;And we'll just laugh along because&lt;br /&gt;We know that none of them have felt this way&lt;br /&gt;Christopher I can promise you that by the time we get through&lt;br /&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;And you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Christopher&lt;br /&gt;you be good and don't you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Three more years and you'll be done with school&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;br /&gt;And you'll know it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Christopher&lt;br /&gt;here's to you&lt;br /&gt;This one's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being you hunnie,&lt;br /&gt;this one's for you &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-6796974382118811877?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6796974382118811877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=6796974382118811877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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world's punched me in the heart,&lt;br /&gt;then it was no longer sunny, it became dark cloudy and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;i went on facebook only to realise im no longer engaged.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt help it but start the water pipe routine again.&lt;br /&gt;im no longer chris',&lt;br /&gt;im no longer myself.&lt;br /&gt;ive lost the will to dress to impress,&lt;br /&gt;lost the will to shop,&lt;br /&gt;lost the will to be who i used to be.&lt;br /&gt;dont hit me so hard..i bleed too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-7874504011129369575?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7874504011129369575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=7874504011129369575' title='0 Comments'/><link 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rqhknfjhevo/RvDWNXKhccI/AAAAAAAAABA/iSyZqVpdQyM/s1600-h/IMG_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111821102110306754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rqhknfjhevo/RvDWNXKhccI/AAAAAAAAABA/iSyZqVpdQyM/s320/IMG_0203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rqhknfjhevo/RvDWNnKhcdI/AAAAAAAAABI/A9vZrPezQzU/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111821106405274066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rqhknfjhevo/RvDWNnKhcdI/AAAAAAAAABI/A9vZrPezQzU/s320/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-1585342140055154913?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rqhknfjhevo/RvDWNXKhccI/AAAAAAAAABA/iSyZqVpdQyM/s72-c/IMG_0203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304153.post-2639043561372276601</id><published>2007-09-19T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T00:37:15.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>typhooooooooooooooooooon</title><content type='html'>theres a typhoon approaching shanghai!&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be last night but it didnt happen i think.&lt;br /&gt;but its been really windy and rainy,&lt;br /&gt;but ive got no school baby!&lt;br /&gt;its good to not have school, stay home, relax, chill and do some work.&lt;br /&gt;and watch sex and the city.&lt;br /&gt;but i miss chris :(&lt;br /&gt;so having no school kinda sucks as well.&lt;br /&gt;THOSE OF YOU WHO THINK ITS PATHETIC, IM TELLING YOU, YOU HAVENT GOT A RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;it'll happen to you too, when one day you meet someone you dont want to let go, even if there are times you know you might not be with him forever, you still want to do WHATEVER you can to try and stay with him for as long as you can.&lt;br /&gt;and one day, when it happens to you, you know theres a special name for this feeling, it isnt being pathetic..its love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-2639043561372276601?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2639043561372276601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=2639043561372276601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/2639043561372276601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;ive got so many heartnotes to pen down i dont know where to start&lt;br /&gt;(quoted from jacin lee's poem "the holocaust museum")&lt;br /&gt;but yes,&lt;br /&gt;a lot's been happening,&lt;br /&gt;some shockin news,&lt;br /&gt;some everyday gossips,&lt;br /&gt;some thats gonna take your breath away.&lt;br /&gt;im havent grown vertically,&lt;br /&gt;im still the same old round me,&lt;br /&gt;and im going back to singapore baby!&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully mon cherie's comin with me,&lt;br /&gt;im so crossin my fingers he is.&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;so so so,&lt;br /&gt;im coming back!&lt;br /&gt;i know its no biggie,&lt;br /&gt;but im still excited for it!&lt;br /&gt;i want a welcome back party with a banner that says "welcome back",&lt;br /&gt;and when i enter the room everyone shouts "WELCOME BACK!!!!".&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a good three weeks of sitting back,&lt;br /&gt;sun kissing on the beach, shopping, drinkin, lovin, the tiny little red dot.&lt;br /&gt;(not forgetting perspiring cos its so damn hot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS ENDED~&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt feel like it has,&lt;br /&gt;must be because of all the summer work we have!&lt;br /&gt;im no longer year 12,&lt;br /&gt;im going to be year 13!&lt;br /&gt;its unbelievable how its all going so quickly,&lt;br /&gt;just a year ago,&lt;br /&gt;i came to shanghai in the heat,&lt;br /&gt;not knowing whats gonna happen to me in the two years.&lt;br /&gt;its been pretty good this past one year,&lt;br /&gt;i have a good life,&lt;br /&gt;im eating a lot,&lt;br /&gt;im shopping a lot,&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends a lot,&lt;br /&gt;(AGG forever, darlings)&lt;br /&gt;i love mon cherie a lot &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;its been going pretty well,&lt;br /&gt;im a lucky lucky girl,&lt;br /&gt;compared to those in blood diamond.&lt;br /&gt;yeah it does get rough sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;it gets lonely,&lt;br /&gt;it gets tough,&lt;br /&gt;but its life aint it?&lt;br /&gt;i consider myself lucky,&lt;br /&gt;ive got everything i need.&lt;br /&gt;(except a psp. i like the pink one jez has. altho i would much rather prefer red.)&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, life's good,&lt;br /&gt;cant complain much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but shit,&lt;br /&gt;we never got to do the thingy we were supposed to do jace!&lt;br /&gt;the whole,&lt;br /&gt;lets-go-round-the-table-and-tell-each-other-one-good-thing-bout-them thingy.&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;now sj's in korea, arlene's gonna be in hongkong,&lt;br /&gt;grace is god knows where,&lt;br /&gt;the rest of us going back to singapore at different times,&lt;br /&gt;damn we shld have done it during lunch that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 11.10pm,&lt;br /&gt;i feel wasted.&lt;br /&gt;i havent showered,&lt;br /&gt;ive been in bed the whole day today.&lt;br /&gt;the only time i got out of bed was open the door to collect the pizza i ordered,&lt;br /&gt;and that was such a chore.&lt;br /&gt;besides that ive been in bed watching gilmore girls and freedom writers.&lt;br /&gt;its been such a tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;i still feel wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss mon cherie :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-2755507609676794149?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2755507609676794149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=2755507609676794149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/2755507609676794149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/2755507609676794149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-blogging-o.html' title='im blogging :O'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-6791372046205737184</id><published>2007-04-05T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T02:12:14.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you have stolen my heart</title><content type='html'>We watched the season pull up its own stage&lt;br /&gt;And catch the last weekend of the last week.&lt;br /&gt;Before the gold and the glamour have been replaced&lt;br /&gt;Another sun-soaked season fades away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invitation, all in grand farewells,&lt;br /&gt;crushed the best one of the best ones.&lt;br /&gt;Clear liquor and cloudy eye, too early to save the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the ballroom floor we are in celebration,&lt;br /&gt;one good stretch before our hibernation.&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams assured, and we all, we'll sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep well, sleep well, sleep well, sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my,&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen,&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it spin around to the highest peels,&lt;br /&gt;you are the best one of the best ones.&lt;br /&gt;We all look like we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my,&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen my,&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stolen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dashboard confessional&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-10304153.post-5804311419906022879</id><published>2007-03-25T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T06:59:14.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>face of a 17, memory of a 70</title><content type='html'>i was gonna blog bout something exploding,&lt;br /&gt;but i cant seem to remember what i want to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think that seem to happen quite a lot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im not just going on about blogging,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bout everything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my memory's gettin worse methinks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and no,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i cant rem what the hell the news was :/&lt;br /&gt;fath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uh-huh its true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;face of a 17(maybe even 12), but memory of a 70(maybe even 90).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good grief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lotsa stuff's been going on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lot of football games,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im falling deeper into the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its amazing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont care how glamourous i look when i play anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because its fab!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i know why beavers could actually last for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the games are on school days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i get home absolutely knackered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which kinda sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want the whole season to quickly end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at the same time im gonna miss this sport to nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its fantastic! im loving it &lt;333333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;catherine's party was a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i would put the pictures up,&lt;br /&gt;but theres more than hundreds tho :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too many for my lazy fingers to click and press.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rqhknfjhevo/RgZ-qZbvPRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r9qpK3sX7vo/s1600-h/n508556141_42392_3350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045859699362053394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rqhknfjhevo/RgZ-qZbvPRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r9qpK3sX7vo/s320/n508556141_42392_3350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats one :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the princess of the night is the australian sweetheart nearest to the light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, she did cause a little scene at the end of the party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must be the bloody shots she took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the vodka was a wee bit too strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;throwing up and crying is COOL catherine! :D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my face was burning hot and bright tomato red that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the stupid bacardis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank god, no shots for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think alix has pictures of me with the tomato face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was an all girls' night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(cept for her two brothers of course),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it was cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had so much fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU CATHERINE LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOPE UR HANGOVER RECOVERS QUICK :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its back to school tmr &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here comes the you-failed-flat geography test results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoot me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-5804311419906022879?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rqhknfjhevo/RgZ-qZbvPRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r9qpK3sX7vo/s72-c/n508556141_42392_3350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304153.post-3062786459984833995</id><published>2007-03-18T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T02:32:47.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$$$$$$$!!</title><content type='html'>we lost against sas pudong!&lt;br /&gt;which sucks, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;because we were better than them.&lt;br /&gt;the first goal was absolute crap,&lt;br /&gt;and the second goal was a penalty shot.&lt;br /&gt;and in the first game of the jv,&lt;br /&gt;they had extra 8 minutes overtime and won because they scored at the last 2 SECONDS! &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;and the referee was THEIR coach. sweet :D&lt;br /&gt;we could have won that if not for that extra 8 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;whatever, we're gonna kick their ass in the actual tournament.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and this girl.&lt;br /&gt;she bloody tripped me ON PURPOSE!&lt;br /&gt;and when i was falling to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;i slapped her right in the face. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;god, sweet sweet revenge.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even apologise and ran off.&lt;br /&gt;well, i couldnt stay there and apologise and lose concentration on the ball aint it?&lt;br /&gt;:D shit im mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jace,&lt;br /&gt;YOUUU BETTER GET WELL SOOOON!&lt;br /&gt;she was lookin like crap the other day when she came to school.&lt;br /&gt;and mr turner told her to go home.&lt;br /&gt;whahah&lt;br /&gt;shes so bloody unwell,&lt;br /&gt;for like a week and a bit alr!&lt;br /&gt;GET WELL SOON HUN!&lt;br /&gt;because we had a shopping trip today&lt;br /&gt;which in the end i went alone, excuse me!&lt;br /&gt;no worries, theres always another time.&lt;br /&gt;and i shldnt go shopping alone,&lt;br /&gt;i tend to overspend.&lt;br /&gt;OVERspend. all the $$$$$$$!&lt;br /&gt;but it was worth it methinks.&lt;br /&gt;i mean..its once in a blue moon :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;at least i got catherine's present today.&lt;br /&gt;phew.&lt;br /&gt;now ive got rachel's, whose bdae is on april fools' day.&lt;br /&gt;her birthday's gonna be a joke.&lt;br /&gt;but im gonna get her somin nice cos shes been such an angel.&lt;br /&gt;please dont let her read this or im dead,&lt;br /&gt;because shes gonna tell everyone i complimented her.&lt;br /&gt;may the lord be with me on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"ITS CATHERINE'S PAJAMAS PARTY NEXT FRIDAY AFTER THE FOOTBALL GAME AGAINST SCIS! IF YOU DONT WEAR PJS I WOULDNT LET YOU IN! WE'RE GONNA HAVE PARTY GAMES AND EAT PARTY FOOD!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-catherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(its in caps because she was shouting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and yes, if you sleep naked, you can go naked if you want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;since its gonna be an all girls' night. hahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, so far everyone she invited's going.&lt;br /&gt;except jace who prolly doesnt know bout it yet,&lt;br /&gt;cos she hasnt been to skool all week and its makin me lonely.&lt;br /&gt;next friday people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it's party time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-3062786459984833995?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304153.post-6806650913244341489</id><published>2007-03-14T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T02:25:52.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because you had a bad day</title><content type='html'>my day pretty much was booooring.&lt;br /&gt;it started off with watching my friends do their IOP..&lt;br /&gt;and to be honest,&lt;br /&gt;it really wasnt to my interest at all.&lt;br /&gt;jace and steffi didnt come,&lt;br /&gt;so it was boring stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when jace doesnt come.&lt;br /&gt;hahah STUPID JACE.&lt;br /&gt;but thank god she doesnt have leukemia and whatnot,&lt;br /&gt;or i'll die.&lt;br /&gt;and shes even thinking of transferring, WTF!&lt;br /&gt;dont you dare woman!&lt;br /&gt;i'll make sure the principals dont accept you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but jace steffi and joana all didnt do their IOP,&lt;br /&gt;and they got a letter sayin they failed their IB diploma.&lt;br /&gt;which is rather ridiculous because its just a frigging presentation.&lt;br /&gt;but holy cow,&lt;br /&gt;i got to get my work in on time now.&lt;br /&gt;damn those deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;speaking bout deadlines,&lt;br /&gt;i have economics due tmr.&lt;br /&gt;SHITCRAP.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to take my passport photo today for my visa.&lt;br /&gt;HOW COME NO ONE EVER TOLD ME HOW ROUND MY FACE LOOKS IN PICTURES?&lt;br /&gt;AND WHY DO THE PIMPLES HAVE TO APPEAR WHEN THEY SEE A CAMERA?&lt;br /&gt;OH GREAT, THE FLASH HAS TO MAKE THEM EXTRA OBVIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;how awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got an impt football game this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;impt impt,&lt;br /&gt;against shanghai american school pudong.&lt;br /&gt;i hate playing against the americans!&lt;br /&gt;theyre so bloody massive!&lt;br /&gt;and they knock us over with a blow!&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna injure myself again,&lt;br /&gt;and besides,&lt;br /&gt;my parents are going to fujian for the weekends for a short holiday,&lt;br /&gt;so im gonna be home alone.&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;note to self: avoid americans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-6806650913244341489?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6806650913244341489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=6806650913244341489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/6806650913244341489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/6806650913244341489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/because-you-had-bad-day.html' title='because you had a bad day'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-4870141671598732291</id><published>2007-03-10T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T05:15:19.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(none)</title><content type='html'>it was me badminton tournament today.&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up early in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;and wtf!&lt;br /&gt;its a doubles match! not singles!&lt;br /&gt;i only play doubles well with my lovely bunny&lt;br /&gt;THIA LI YUN!&lt;br /&gt;and i was partnered with hannah,&lt;br /&gt;shes a really nice person.&lt;br /&gt;but she was rather nervous.&lt;br /&gt;so i played 5 matches and lost 1.&lt;br /&gt;i bloody lost 1.&lt;br /&gt;i shldnt have lost ANY.&lt;br /&gt;i dont and wont blame hannah,&lt;br /&gt;cos i made mistakes too.&lt;br /&gt;and i know she wanted to win as much as me.&lt;br /&gt;okie, maybe not as much as me,&lt;br /&gt;but she wanted to win quite a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah,&lt;br /&gt;im proud.&lt;br /&gt;disappointed,&lt;br /&gt;very disappointed,&lt;br /&gt;but proud&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we were going home,&lt;br /&gt;and we were waiting for my driver at the gate,&lt;br /&gt;and funnily,&lt;br /&gt;jace and i just had to do something stupid before we parted.&lt;br /&gt;we did the banana dance IN PUBLIC.&lt;br /&gt;and yes,&lt;br /&gt;rach and arny video recorded it down.&lt;br /&gt;oh god.&lt;br /&gt;i am NOT planning to put it on me post.&lt;br /&gt;stupid arny,&lt;br /&gt;she didnt want to let me leave till i did the dance!&lt;br /&gt;god, shes such a pusher!&lt;br /&gt;STUPID ARNY.&lt;br /&gt;shes not going to be reading this anyways.&lt;br /&gt;IM GONNA SHOW LENNY ALL UR EMBARRASSING PICTURES ONE DAY IM TELLING YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went home,&lt;br /&gt;feeling sad + disappointed + less disappointed the moment i got home and had some biscuits&lt;br /&gt;and was just bout to go have a good nice sleep&lt;br /&gt;when ALL OF A SUDDEN,&lt;br /&gt;my doorbell rings.&lt;br /&gt;i dragged myself out of bed&lt;br /&gt;AND HOLY CRAP,&lt;br /&gt;ITS ANDRIAN KANTA!&lt;br /&gt;its kanta, right there at my doorsteps.&lt;br /&gt;all those stories that jeremy and raied drills into my brain came true.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;so he stayed for a bit and then my parents got home.&lt;br /&gt;then he left.&lt;br /&gt;i felt bad cos i was supposed to have dinner with him,&lt;br /&gt;but my feet were hurting,&lt;br /&gt;so i didnt go, and had to cancel it.&lt;br /&gt;and my parents and i went to superbrand mall after that,&lt;br /&gt;they went to the supermart,&lt;br /&gt;and i went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;retail therapy they say :D&lt;br /&gt;and i only bought one black top.&lt;br /&gt;a very nice one i would say.&lt;br /&gt;love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;ive got football prac tmr.&lt;br /&gt;in the morning again......&lt;br /&gt;my mornings are all gone i tell you..&lt;br /&gt;goneeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;and theres a university fair tmr.&lt;br /&gt;might go with chris and h.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i shld stay home and read..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-4870141671598732291?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4870141671598732291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=4870141671598732291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/4870141671598732291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/4870141671598732291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/none.html' title='(none)'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-2035838549610670043</id><published>2007-03-07T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T05:19:33.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>football against concordia</title><content type='html'>we had a footie against concordia today.&lt;br /&gt;those fecking americans.&lt;br /&gt;THEY WERE MASSIVE PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;honestly,&lt;br /&gt;they werent particularly tall,&lt;br /&gt;but they were HUGEmongoushippotamus.&lt;br /&gt;they were like muscular, and fierce,&lt;br /&gt;typical i-am-a-bully kinda body.&lt;br /&gt;they were massive im telling you.&lt;br /&gt;they were really agressive and they push u like nuts,&lt;br /&gt;even the asians in the team.&lt;br /&gt;they are hell.&lt;br /&gt;we lost.&lt;br /&gt;3-2.&lt;br /&gt;I SCORED :D&lt;br /&gt;im rather proud,&lt;br /&gt;but damn, we lost. it was close.&lt;br /&gt;but there is some bad news.&lt;br /&gt;i busted my left knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scene was......&lt;br /&gt;we were both running for the ball,&lt;br /&gt;and we ran because the attacker was up front,&lt;br /&gt;and so the concordia girl and i were running for it.&lt;br /&gt;so i was tackling her,&lt;br /&gt;and she tripped.&lt;br /&gt;and her bloody boots slammed me in the knee,&lt;br /&gt;and she partially pushed my knee bone.&lt;br /&gt;and my coach says if its still hurting tmr i need to go to get an xray done.&lt;br /&gt;scary shit.&lt;br /&gt;and i know used a lot of "and"s,&lt;br /&gt;but ahhhh, what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;i was like rolling on the grass in bloody pain.&lt;br /&gt;and my coach ran over and asked&lt;br /&gt;"does it hurt?"&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to slap him with my other abled foot.&lt;br /&gt;god, i never thought I, LIMYUJIA, would roll on the grass in pain,&lt;br /&gt;just like all the other football players u see on tv!&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;no not cool.&lt;br /&gt;it was hurting.&lt;br /&gt;and so my knee is now wrapped in ice,&lt;br /&gt;and 2 layers of soaking wet towels cos the ice was melting,&lt;br /&gt;u know, basic science. hahah&lt;br /&gt;and bejaysus!&lt;br /&gt;my knee!&lt;br /&gt;is COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY numb right now.&lt;br /&gt;it has no feelings, no pain, no whatsoever,&lt;br /&gt;its just 100% numb right now.&lt;br /&gt;and its red cos of the freezing cold ice,&lt;br /&gt;and u can like see these two little bumps on it.&lt;br /&gt;its the injury area im guessing.&lt;br /&gt;but im getting worried&lt;br /&gt;because i have a badminton tournament this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;and if i cant play,&lt;br /&gt;i would cry. literally.&lt;br /&gt;because i should be playing! i really should!&lt;br /&gt;its not fair if i cant&lt;br /&gt;because i wont be getting another chance next year!&lt;br /&gt;oh for crap's sake, knee! please heal by saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dad is showing "A LOT" of sympathy bout my crapshitdarnit knee.&lt;br /&gt;yeah..a lot.&lt;br /&gt;thanks a lot, "daddy"&lt;br /&gt;dont bloody comment bout this telling me how i shldnt be saying it and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;im not happy, so im saying it.&lt;br /&gt;this is what blogs are for.&lt;br /&gt;u post bout things ur not happy with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-2035838549610670043?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2035838549610670043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=2035838549610670043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/2035838549610670043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/2035838549610670043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/football-against-concordia.html' title='football against concordia'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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AMAZING-NESS</title><content type='html'>the most amazing thing happened today.&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;possibly the best football game ever.&lt;br /&gt;ever.&lt;br /&gt;it snowed.&lt;br /&gt;it bloody snowed!&lt;br /&gt;it was bloody freezing outside in the field,&lt;br /&gt;and all we had on was our football jersey&lt;br /&gt;and my lovely jumper on.&lt;br /&gt;it was a little below 0 degrees,&lt;br /&gt;and i, and in shorts and my jumper,&lt;br /&gt;hopped around in joy when it started snowing.&lt;br /&gt;shanghai snowed! holy smackeroon.&lt;br /&gt;FOOTBALL IN SNOW :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;but it was so bloody cold!&lt;br /&gt;my legs became lobster red and went absolutely numb after that.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt feel a thing at all.&lt;br /&gt;tmr ive got a football game against concordia,&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be hell because we cant put our jumpers on!&lt;br /&gt;holy damn,&lt;br /&gt;we are so shitting ice cubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a jolly good day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-8561884487698409863?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8561884487698409863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=8561884487698409863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/8561884487698409863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/8561884487698409863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/omg-amazing-ness.html' title='OMG. AMAZING-NESS'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-2710200715093567637</id><published>2007-03-05T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T06:02:46.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit shit shit</title><content type='html'>F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacin bloody shot me down over msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥jace♥♥ ; wtfbbq* I WANT MY LJF BACKKK says:&lt;br /&gt;you got guts gurl&lt;br /&gt;♥♥jace♥♥ ; wtfbbq* I WANT MY LJF BACKKK says:&lt;br /&gt;ill tell you that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.itsdatoes.blogspot.com"&gt;www.itsdatoes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;www.itsdatoes.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;now im scared.&lt;br /&gt;♥♥jace♥♥ ; wtfbbq* I WANT MY LJF BACKKK says:&lt;br /&gt;BUT IF U DONT CHANGE THE FREAKING PICTURE YOU'RE DEAD I TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, this girl is scary.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i still love you mother dearest.&lt;br /&gt;ahem, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mother dearest&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im changing the picture &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rqhknfjhevo/RewiuL7GnpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TKXZE7Cv_Yg/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038440259990757010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rqhknfjhevo/RewiuL7GnpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TKXZE7Cv_Yg/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;there we go :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-2710200715093567637?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2710200715093567637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=2710200715093567637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/2710200715093567637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/2710200715093567637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/shit-shit-shit.html' title='shit shit shit'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rqhknfjhevo/RewiuL7GnpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TKXZE7Cv_Yg/s72-c/Picture+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304153.post-8812350883418695872</id><published>2007-03-05T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T06:06:08.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU TOO JACE</title><content type='html'>it is 15 to 10,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am amidst my work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rushing my IOP,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes altho it is due in a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHUT UP JACE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LIKE TO BE ON TOP OF EVERYTHING :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so, at 9 something something today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some idiot tagged me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and insisted on some credit bout what she did today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this girl here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rqhknfjhevo/Rewf9L7GnoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Wu4g0Jje73c/s1600-h/DSCN1128.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rqhknfjhevo/Rewjb77GnqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ba7W6G52Doc/s1600-h/DSCN1128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038441045969772194" style="WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="190" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rqhknfjhevo/Rewjb77GnqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ba7W6G52Doc/s200/DSCN1128.JPG" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PIGGY BACKED ME ALL THE WAY UP THE LONG LONG FLIGHT OF STAIRS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the receptionist to the common room,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where i had to carry her stupid pink shoes and milk-dripping lunch box!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yeah, so she carried a 65kg up the stairs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now she demands some credits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKS JACE, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM TRULY GRATEFUL ABOUT WHAT YOU DID DURING LUNCH TODAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without you to carry me up those painful steps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they would have whipped my painful arse to bits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its gonna hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you saved me the pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I NOT ONLY LOVE YOU,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ALSO LOVE THE PICTURE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ps. please dont kill me tmr)&lt;/div&gt;(pps. im making the picture extra tiny now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-8812350883418695872?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8812350883418695872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=8812350883418695872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/8812350883418695872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/8812350883418695872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-you-too-jace.html' title='I LOVE YOU TOO JACE'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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/_Rqhknfjhevo/Rewjb77GnqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ba7W6G52Doc/s72-c/DSCN1128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304153.post-1070695589217630945</id><published>2007-03-05T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T01:21:48.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>did you know that singapore's population is on the climb?&lt;br /&gt;like it really is shooting up.&lt;br /&gt;nooot goooood!&lt;br /&gt;its alr small enough and if there was even more people&lt;br /&gt;squeezing with me on the bus on a friday night,&lt;br /&gt;its going to suck more!&lt;br /&gt;aww man.&lt;br /&gt;i was just at the singapore's department of statistics&lt;br /&gt;cos i was doing some population research,&lt;br /&gt;and i found that out.&lt;br /&gt;the website of our department of statistics is awesome,&lt;br /&gt;theyve got everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS,&lt;br /&gt;my point is,&lt;br /&gt;to all singaporeans out there!&lt;br /&gt;i know theres the "have three or more if you can afford it",&lt;br /&gt;and the government is givin you money for makin babies,&lt;br /&gt;BUT PLEASE STOP!&lt;br /&gt;bus 77 is crowded enough!&lt;br /&gt;having 2 is enough!&lt;br /&gt;and even if your babies are gonna be gorgeous and goodlooking things,&lt;br /&gt;theyre still 17 years younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;come on,&lt;br /&gt;think bout it,&lt;br /&gt;dont u get irritated when u have to be on a crowded bus&lt;br /&gt;where uve got to stand shoulder to shoulder&lt;br /&gt;with like smelly sweaty stinky, going thru mid life crisis uncles,&lt;br /&gt;and like imagine all the noisy kids on the bus!&lt;br /&gt;NOISY + playful + annoying + idontknowhatelse kids all on the bus,&lt;br /&gt;and when uve had a bad day and u wanna relax,&lt;br /&gt;u take a bus that passes a skool,&lt;br /&gt;and a swarm of "bees" zzzzz up the bus.&lt;br /&gt;lets have a "really, just two is enough" campaign.&lt;br /&gt;because really, just two is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive alr got my children's names.&lt;br /&gt;two of them.&lt;br /&gt;one girl and the other a boy.&lt;br /&gt;their names shant be disclosed because&lt;br /&gt;SOME MEAN ARSES THINK THE NAMES I GAVE THEM ARE LAME.&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna let my children be judged by you.&lt;br /&gt;even tho they aint out yet.&lt;br /&gt;still.&lt;br /&gt;i love their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's been so tiring today.&lt;br /&gt;must be the late night i had last night,&lt;br /&gt;shld have slept later.&lt;br /&gt;but it was worth it,&lt;br /&gt;since i got to chat with some people i dont usually have the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;but i was bloody falling asleep in chemistry today!&lt;br /&gt;plus i had potatoes at lunch,&lt;br /&gt;stupid starch makes me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;and best of all,&lt;br /&gt;there were only 2 students in chemistry today.&lt;br /&gt;grace and i,&lt;br /&gt;and i was semi conscious of what he was teaching,&lt;br /&gt;and he said "sorry, am i boring you?"&lt;br /&gt;then he made me demonstrate how a gas particle is.&lt;br /&gt;so i just ran around the chemistry lab like an idiot and yeah,&lt;br /&gt;i was more awake after that.&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got an oral presentation to finish.&lt;br /&gt;not like i would finish it today.&lt;br /&gt;im screwed. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-1070695589217630945?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1070695589217630945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=1070695589217630945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/1070695589217630945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/1070695589217630945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-7825329235557085984</id><published>2007-03-04T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:40:03.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>after one long break..the queen's back (:</title><content type='html'>yes.&lt;br /&gt;im back.&lt;br /&gt;the blog's back.&lt;br /&gt;and yes..&lt;br /&gt;i realised my previous, rather-long-ago-blog-post was also titled "im back"&lt;br /&gt;let's see how long this blog posting fiesta would last :D&lt;br /&gt;and ive decided to open the blog up again,&lt;br /&gt;better then telling everyone "yeah, i'll add your email in",&lt;br /&gt;and keep having to forget to do that.&lt;br /&gt;esp eggy lim..sorry that i keep forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just answer some questions that ive already done for about 193887 times since ive been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1. how's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;life's been okie..you know..the same.&lt;br /&gt;but i think its gonna get bumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2. how's school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's been good, just that its getting much busier now.&lt;br /&gt;the honeymoon period's over and its time to put an end to my shopping weekends&lt;br /&gt;and pull up my socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3. how's your love life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, thank you for asking.&lt;br /&gt;my love life's been good, if not great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4. so when are you coming back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you talking about holidays or like permanently going back?&lt;br /&gt;well, for holidays..the next time would prolly be&lt;br /&gt;in my summer vacations? july?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe august?&lt;br /&gt;im not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5. do you miss your friends back in singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oh yes, i truly do.&lt;br /&gt;needless to say :D&lt;br /&gt;im always thinking bout all the whacky times weve shared,&lt;br /&gt;but now that wanjun has gone to aussie,&lt;br /&gt;its different.&lt;br /&gt;WELL SHE BETTER COME BACK IN SUMMER,&lt;br /&gt;or in fact, HER WINTER HOLS.&lt;br /&gt;you hear that!&lt;br /&gt;(hopefully she reads this and tags on my board "yes i will")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these five most popular questions,&lt;br /&gt;have been asked countless times.&lt;br /&gt;so many times its starting to irritate me,&lt;br /&gt;and my answers are the same each time.&lt;br /&gt;its like a default thing.&lt;br /&gt;so if youve got a burning qns,&lt;br /&gt;please read the FAQ above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVE GOT A JOY TO SHARE!&lt;br /&gt;my school took part in a badminton tournament thingy,&lt;br /&gt;and I, LIMYUJIA,&lt;br /&gt;was crowned the girls' champion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; baby!&lt;br /&gt;but of course,&lt;br /&gt;i really didnt deserve the 1st because i know&lt;br /&gt;im absolutely crappy if i were to play with a badminton player in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;but the cool thing was, the badminton players were&lt;br /&gt;all asians.&lt;br /&gt;only one or two westerners.&lt;br /&gt;whoo, &lt;em&gt;asian pride&lt;/em&gt;. (i was going to underline it but blogger didnt have the underline feature. doh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and!&lt;br /&gt;both the male and female champions are singaporeans!&lt;br /&gt;or maybe hes malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;idk.&lt;br /&gt;he's malaysian-singaporean ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im paying for my sins of winning when i dont deserve it that much.&lt;br /&gt;it was so bloody tiring having to play 6 matches in a few hours!&lt;br /&gt;and this morning i woke up,&lt;br /&gt;every bone in my body aching,&lt;br /&gt;every muscle crying out in pain,&lt;br /&gt;every movement is agony.&lt;br /&gt;god, the ache in my body is undecribable,&lt;br /&gt;methinks its the worst muscle ache ive had&lt;br /&gt;since i came to shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;and i even had to cancel my tennis lesson today!&lt;br /&gt;plus the weather was pretty horrid today.&lt;br /&gt;the weather's v unpredictable now.&lt;br /&gt;note to kanta: if your coming, bring some warm clothings&lt;br /&gt;maybe a hurricane's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its coming.&lt;br /&gt;its coming for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*eerie voice speaking*&lt;br /&gt;hahah i crack myself up.&lt;br /&gt;so im home alone today,&lt;br /&gt;bed-ridden,&lt;br /&gt;having coffee,&lt;br /&gt;eating biscuits,&lt;br /&gt;doing what i do best,&lt;br /&gt;reading(or maybe i fell asleep).&lt;br /&gt;but ive just finished another book!&lt;br /&gt;called "just friends", not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so wasted.&lt;br /&gt;absolutely wasted.&lt;br /&gt;ive got an individual oral presentation in a week's time,&lt;br /&gt;and i havent done anything bout it yet.&lt;br /&gt;ive got quite a bit of deadlines to meet,&lt;br /&gt;but i sat in bed all day,&lt;br /&gt;watching a flick and reading my books, worse of all, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;im wasted.&lt;br /&gt;w-a-s-t-e-d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rqhknfjhevo/ReqQKr7GnnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X4Xy9BdZ3qk/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037997646431034994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rqhknfjhevo/ReqQKr7GnnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X4Xy9BdZ3qk/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jace and i when i had long hair and jace had her curtain fringe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-7825329235557085984?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7825329235557085984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=7825329235557085984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/7825329235557085984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/7825329235557085984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2007/03/after-one-long-breakthe-queens-back.html' title='after one long break..the queen&apos;s back (:'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rqhknfjhevo/ReqQKr7GnnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X4Xy9BdZ3qk/s72-c/Picture+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304153.post-4848014556619478506</id><published>2006-10-05T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T09:53:17.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BACK :D</title><content type='html'>i was back last sat!&lt;br /&gt;but im leaving the coming sunday :(&lt;br /&gt;its so quick,&lt;br /&gt;one week's passing alr!&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE FRIGGING SO MUCH HOMEWORK LEFT.&lt;br /&gt;im so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;and ive been v busy these few days,&lt;br /&gt;meeting up with friends and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;so hectic.&lt;br /&gt;but its always fun meeting them.&lt;br /&gt;and im meeting 4a tmr! woots!&lt;br /&gt;i come home really worn out now too,&lt;br /&gt;just like back in shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;its ironic tho.&lt;br /&gt;but OH OH, IM WATCHING THE LION KING MUSICAL ON SUNDAY!&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;right after my plane lands.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant wait for it! im so excited! ^^&lt;br /&gt;but crap, i have to rush all my work, which is bad.&lt;br /&gt;its tiring to be on holidays.&lt;br /&gt;all the late nite work and burning of the midnight old is eating up my energy.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have enough sleep &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns&lt;br /&gt;and it feels good to see everyone again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-4848014556619478506?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4848014556619478506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=4848014556619478506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/4848014556619478506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/4848014556619478506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-back-d.html' title='IM BACK :D'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-2355873004159662441</id><published>2006-09-22T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T08:01:41.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAITLIN IS TURNING 16! *surprise!</title><content type='html'>we had a surprise party for caitlin today!&lt;br /&gt;with some miscommunications,&lt;br /&gt;we had TWO CHOCOLATE CAKES!&lt;br /&gt;but sweet arlene knows i cant eat chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;so she bought me a mini fruit cake so i could eat it&lt;br /&gt;when everyone else is having the delicious chocolate cakes,&lt;br /&gt;one of which i picked.&lt;br /&gt;but thanks to arlene,&lt;br /&gt;i got to eat something.&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;and caitlin was SOOOOO surprised!&lt;br /&gt;hahah so were playing with balloons and stuff in the commonroom,&lt;br /&gt;and she was so frigging shocked.&lt;br /&gt;so glad it was a success,&lt;br /&gt;but i was playing with the balloons,&lt;br /&gt;so i was at the back of the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;and i couldnt see caitlin,&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt see her blowing her cake and i definitely didnt see HER.&lt;br /&gt;that kinda sucked though.&lt;br /&gt;but still glad she enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;too bad i couldnt go to her party at rojams.&lt;br /&gt;BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cldnt go to the party,&lt;br /&gt;but i went for dinner with the others instead.&lt;br /&gt;my asian friends..hahah&lt;br /&gt;the term asians sounds weird though&lt;br /&gt;but nvm,&lt;br /&gt;they are great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG,&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; HAD THE WORST EVER EVER PUBLIC TRANSPORT IVE EVER TAKEN IN MY LIFE :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE TRAIN RIDE WAS PSYCHOTIC,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT WAS SO BAD I NEVER WANT TO TAKE IT AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time im taking it alone,&lt;br /&gt;and it was EXTREME rush hour.&lt;br /&gt;it was so bad..so bad.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so lost and confused at the train station!!&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;IT SUCKED LIKE CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;thanks steffi for sending me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, we went for dinner at a jap restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;and i was late,&lt;br /&gt;so i asked the waitress&lt;br /&gt;"is there a table with 4 noisy girls?"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, just walk straight"&lt;br /&gt;then i did,&lt;br /&gt;and immediately saw them,&lt;br /&gt;making a hell load of noise.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;but this noisy side of us made us meet the owners of the jap restuarant,&lt;br /&gt;and they happen to be singaporeans!&lt;br /&gt;then he gave us this exclusive vip card thingy,&lt;br /&gt;so it was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;he prolly gave us cos we were singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;at first he was guessing whether we were chinese&lt;br /&gt;who happens to speak really good english,&lt;br /&gt;or were were indonesians.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;but his food was good.&lt;br /&gt;and NOW WE HAVE VIP CARDS..MUHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;we even came up with this "jassy five" thingy,&lt;br /&gt;super lame shit.&lt;br /&gt;J-jacin,&lt;br /&gt;A-arlene,&lt;br /&gt;S-stef&lt;br /&gt;S- sojung,&lt;br /&gt;Y-me&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;and theres the weird handsign that follows it.&lt;br /&gt;we were doing it at the neoprint machine and it was simply hilarious&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;we laughed like crap, and when we took neoprints,&lt;br /&gt;some had this person,&lt;br /&gt;some had the other person,&lt;br /&gt;but SOMEHOW, I DONT KNOW WHY,&lt;br /&gt;im in every foto!!&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;i'll scan the photo soon! ^^&lt;br /&gt;you guys shld see my friends. theyre nice people.&lt;br /&gt;and i ATE BEARD PAPA AFTER THAT!! &lt;3333333333&lt;br /&gt;i cant resist everytime i see it.&lt;br /&gt;IT SUCKS THAT THERES ONE NEAR MY PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;heh cos i can walk over to get it.&lt;br /&gt;besides, its cheaper here!&lt;br /&gt;and its sooooooooo yummy..aww man.&lt;br /&gt;i miss it alr.&lt;br /&gt;yum.&lt;br /&gt;i want never ending supple of beard papa as my christmas gift! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-2355873004159662441?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2355873004159662441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=2355873004159662441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/2355873004159662441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/2355873004159662441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/09/caitlin-is-turning-16-surprise.html' title='CAITLIN IS TURNING 16! *surprise!'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-6989936904226277192</id><published>2006-09-18T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T04:46:43.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLICK this out</title><content type='html'>ive always wanted to buy click,&lt;br /&gt;but i always have no chance to.&lt;br /&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;haziq lent me his dvd today!&lt;br /&gt;i was so excited so watch it!&lt;br /&gt;and my excitement didnt go down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;it was good,&lt;br /&gt;pretty interesting plot,&lt;br /&gt;bout having a remote controller to control ur life and all.&lt;br /&gt;hahah but it was sooooooooo sad..&lt;br /&gt;i cried so bad,&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was gonna get a heartattack.&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;i cried till i had no breath!&lt;br /&gt;was worried for a moment,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are still kinda swollen.&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;but it was good,&lt;br /&gt;i liked it.&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt mind watching it again.&lt;br /&gt;but i thought the dog part was kinda sick though.&lt;br /&gt;i mean..who does it with a soft toy?&lt;br /&gt;thats not the point.&lt;br /&gt;but YAY.&lt;br /&gt;i alr guessed that it was all a dream from the start!&lt;br /&gt;hahah im so smart :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j says i shld perservere.&lt;br /&gt;its tough,&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i would.&lt;br /&gt;ate snacks today though.&lt;br /&gt;some biscuits and a lolly.&lt;br /&gt;i ate them only because i thought i was gonna give up!&lt;br /&gt;until j was COUNSELLING bout how i shldnt give up and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;hahah i guess i'll hold for as long as i can,&lt;br /&gt;which hopefully will last.&lt;br /&gt;but ive been eating a lot of beard papa(OMG THEY ARE THE YUMMIEST THINGS IVE EVER PUT INTO MY MOUTH), are they considered snacks too, ys?&lt;br /&gt;and eggtarts, i LOVEEEE eggtarts.&lt;br /&gt;theyre the top 2 YUMMIEST YUMMIES on my list now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna tell g something so much now! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;hey g! wanna guess what its about? :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;you'll definitely guess it if ur not dumb.&lt;br /&gt;oh no, she may not be able to guess it then. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;hurry come online! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are so painful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-6989936904226277192?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6989936904226277192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=6989936904226277192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/6989936904226277192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/6989936904226277192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/09/click-this-out.html' title='CLICK this out'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-2923771237507349662</id><published>2006-09-15T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T03:18:07.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im still fat :(</title><content type='html'>oh no,&lt;br /&gt;im still fat.&lt;br /&gt;its so hard to lose weight!&lt;br /&gt;aww man.&lt;br /&gt;its kinda disappointing actually.&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;i worked so hard for so long!&lt;br /&gt;i did have this one month diet of no snacks thing,&lt;br /&gt;i cheated a few times,&lt;br /&gt;but the rest of the time i kept to it!&lt;br /&gt;ive alr worked so hard and it still isnt working,&lt;br /&gt;it makes me want to forget bout dieting man.&lt;br /&gt;i mean..&lt;br /&gt;its no use.&lt;br /&gt;im hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;sorry tan yan shan.&lt;br /&gt;you must be so disappointed you have a student&lt;br /&gt;who's a failure :(&lt;br /&gt;i just realised how GIANTIC my arms are,&lt;br /&gt;how come g's always lying to me its not?&lt;br /&gt;oh god. but oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;life's destined, if you dont have it,&lt;br /&gt;you cant force something to be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its saturday tmr,&lt;br /&gt;and im going back to skool to paint our commonroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DICTIONARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;commonroom:&lt;/strong&gt; a lounge for the IB students to chill, and it has a fridge, stereo, microwave, water dispenser, sink that doesnt work, and coffee maker, kettle and full of things we dont need but we still find it there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, im going back to paint it tmr.&lt;br /&gt;and after that im going to the ktv with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT A CHINA-GIRL ACTIVITY!&lt;br /&gt;my english friends are going too!&lt;br /&gt;IM NOT A CHINA-GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;AINT NO CHINA-GIRL ACTIVITY!&lt;br /&gt;so yeps.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna paint the room,&lt;br /&gt;but thinking bout getting my clothes dirty and my hands&lt;br /&gt;smelling like thinner(OMG),&lt;br /&gt;it kinda suck.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;remind me i need to buy a new lock for my locker.&lt;br /&gt;or else someone might steal my chemistry textbook! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;remind me.&lt;br /&gt;remind me.&lt;br /&gt;remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-2923771237507349662?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2923771237507349662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=2923771237507349662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/2923771237507349662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/2923771237507349662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-still-fat.html' title='im still fat :('/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-3661869931320466822</id><published>2006-09-13T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T05:19:01.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATRIINA</title><content type='html'>its katriina's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all hell broke lose during lunch and free period today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had a cake, so we were singing happy birthday really loudly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was teaching 3 pple the game of heart attack,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after that there was like 10 pple playing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was fun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos we were all screaming and laughing like mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we took some really great pictures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6809/1257/1600/mine%20909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6809/1257/320/mine%20909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arlene looks soooo cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6809/1257/1600/mine%20885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6809/1257/320/mine%20885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so jung looks damn retarded! me too &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6809/1257/1600/mine%20908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6809/1257/320/mine%20908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its so cool isnt it? hahah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you shld have seen how shocked she was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we took like 100 pics,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah but i din wanna put them all up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeps, i randomly picked three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we really had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;free period was supposed to be study period,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we played FIVE STONES :D and heart attack &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and took loads of pictures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and played a lil bit of football too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and other really dumb stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my friends are coming over to my hse for pizza tmr,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh to celebrate katriina's birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos i wont be going to her party on friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im going out with my parents,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and besides, shes celebrating at a club..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH OH,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have allocated bus seats now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you dont have to see anymore kids fighting for seats,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well now they only fight for who gets to sit inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats really silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i dont want to sit inside!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"neither do i!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"your younger, you sit inside"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"no, im going to complain. VVVVVIIIICCCCCCCKKKKKKKYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vicky is my bus auntie btw, but shes not an auntie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shes quite young, but shes really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always getting bullied by everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but allocated bus seats also mean i dont have to go to the bus so early anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to fight for seats with those kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY, THREE CHEERS FOR VICKY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-3661869931320466822?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3661869931320466822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=3661869931320466822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/3661869931320466822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/3661869931320466822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-katriina.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATRIINA'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-613783650677041277</id><published>2006-09-12T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T06:56:56.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fish out of the water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fish out of the water?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever played that game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so fun, used to play it when i was a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, i went fishing on sunday! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my driver caught a fish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6809/1257/1600/mine%20857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6809/1257/320/mine%20857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats him :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he caught the fish :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i sat there all day and and only had the fish eat up my bait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh. but it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i sat on the see saw and climbed up this spider web thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh childhood games are fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i sat on the swing too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i saw this really fat and big tree&lt;br /&gt;pretty cute actually,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6809/1257/1600/mine%20876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6809/1257/320/mine%20876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even ME, LIMYUJIA, THE FAT ONE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is small next to the tree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it really was big and fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my friend had to go buy a pregnancy test kit today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tsk tsk tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it was at this really huge beach party with drinks and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i didnt attend the party btw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the minimum age to enter a pub or a club is 12 in china.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12! IMAGINE THAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its katriina's birthday tmr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and shes having a birthday party at blue ice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this club in china.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still considering if i shld go though,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean, i could order a diet coke..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-613783650677041277?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/613783650677041277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=613783650677041277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/613783650677041277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/613783650677041277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/09/fish-out-of-water.html' title='fish out of the water'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-1779039921434959034</id><published>2006-09-09T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T05:24:52.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL HAIL MOONCAKE! its haagen das</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;mooncake mooncake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you love mooncake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE MOONCAKE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had haagen das mooncakes today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;got it from a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was soooo darn good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and darn expensive too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was 388rmb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;u do the calculations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it was yummy to the tummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6809/1257/1600/mine%20852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6809/1257/320/mine%20852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6809/1257/1600/mine%20854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6809/1257/320/mine%20854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6809/1257/1600/mine%20853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6809/1257/320/mine%20853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after eating that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im off to gym :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. its autumn now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brrr~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-1779039921434959034?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1779039921434959034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=1779039921434959034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/1779039921434959034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/1779039921434959034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-hail-mooncake-its-haagen-das.html' title='ALL HAIL MOONCAKE! its haagen das'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-267610794085727896</id><published>2006-09-08T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T02:30:45.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK GOD ITS FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>my blog's going private!&lt;br /&gt;cha cha cha!&lt;br /&gt;it was HUIMIN who gave me the idea,&lt;br /&gt;so thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;and guys..if u see this "pink-rawks-whee"&lt;br /&gt;this is embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;i did that sooooo long ago!&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i knew the forbidden language.&lt;br /&gt;this is so embarrassing~~~&lt;br /&gt;aww man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! ITS FRIDAY! WOOTS&lt;br /&gt;im sooo glad its saturday tmr,&lt;br /&gt;finally a day i can rest.&lt;br /&gt;phew.&lt;br /&gt;been doing homework everyday,&lt;br /&gt;but im getting used to it i guess.&lt;br /&gt;my friends are going to dino beach tmr.&lt;br /&gt;theres a beach party from 3pm-7am the next day!&lt;br /&gt;but i aint going, bah.&lt;br /&gt;i betcha they are gonna have sooo much fun!&lt;br /&gt;they are all hibernating now, hahah&lt;br /&gt;but dino beach is like 40 mins away from my house,&lt;br /&gt;my carsickness will act up again.&lt;br /&gt;*barfs&lt;br /&gt;so yepps.&lt;br /&gt;and its my chris' birthday tmr!&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;he's not gonna read this but i still wanna say it.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;he's a classmate, heh&lt;br /&gt;and we had our house meetings today.&lt;br /&gt;2nd and 8th period.&lt;br /&gt;im in celts so i wear RED&lt;br /&gt;ROCKIN' RED&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;so glad im in celts!&lt;br /&gt;we're losers but i still love my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're hot, we're everything your not!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're red, YOUR DEAD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we.are.the.celts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we.are.the.celts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres the dot cos ur supposed to say it really slowly,&lt;br /&gt;pretty retarded, but yeah&lt;br /&gt;i wore my red spongebob shirt,&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;and again,&lt;br /&gt;ITS SATURDAY TMR!&lt;br /&gt;whoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-267610794085727896?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/267610794085727896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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LOVEEEE 4A06</title><content type='html'>4A 4A YOUR THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;4A 4A YOU KICK ASSSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watced the aces day dance of 4a.&lt;br /&gt;it was AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;just a few days and u guys can come up with that.&lt;br /&gt;BRILLANT, I SAY, BRILLANT.&lt;br /&gt;there were a few hiccups,&lt;br /&gt;but it wasnt too bad.&lt;br /&gt;i have to say this though:&lt;br /&gt;GLENN, YOU REALLY DO KINDA SUCK AT DANCING&lt;br /&gt;hahah you look SUPER moronic,&lt;br /&gt;like so stiff and lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;but if u didnt look retarded and u were the kind who would DANCE,&lt;br /&gt;you prolly wouldnt be my friend glenn woo mannli.&lt;br /&gt;I STILL LOVE YOU :D&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;i do miss 4a!&lt;br /&gt;esp after i watched the dance.&lt;br /&gt;u guys really put in lotsa effort to come up with that.&lt;br /&gt;so for that,&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got these two yummylicious pics for minz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/IMGP2321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/IMGP2321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at huimin!&lt;br /&gt;like she was riding a horse!&lt;br /&gt;but she prolly had sth on her hand or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/IMGP2322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/IMGP2322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexy bio tan!&lt;br /&gt;i can recogmize her even in a cap,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i had NO IDEA that girl was wanjun until i saw her shirt.&lt;br /&gt;if you read my blog,&lt;br /&gt;TELL ELGIN I MISS HIM LIKE NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;TELL HIM HE CAN ABUSE ME ALLLL HE WANTS WHEN I COME BACK.&lt;br /&gt;and i watched the little skit j and ys played with the macdonalds stuff.&lt;br /&gt;HILARIOUS like nothing else can be funnier.&lt;br /&gt;i can practically imagine what really happened in class. hahah&lt;br /&gt;and i like yan shan's fingers! black oooh gothic.&lt;br /&gt;and if u wanna see our aces day dance and watch the skit&lt;br /&gt;which if ur an outsider u prolly wouldnt understand,&lt;br /&gt;u can go to minz' blog,&lt;br /&gt;if your one of her special friend(ahem, me),&lt;br /&gt;that she invited on her private blog. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;skool's cool.&lt;br /&gt;heh its tiring,&lt;br /&gt;cos theres lotsa homework,&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats how its gonna be for the next 2 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;but on tuesdays,&lt;br /&gt;i have bout 3 hrs of free period.&lt;br /&gt;its like i have 2 periods,&lt;br /&gt;then a 15 min break,&lt;br /&gt;then one more period of TOK i think,&lt;br /&gt;then free period till end of skool.&lt;br /&gt;so tuesdays are boring! hahah&lt;br /&gt;but i have math homework on tuesdays. BAH.&lt;br /&gt;its saturday tmr!&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING SHOPPING~&lt;br /&gt;but for stuff for skool.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get my clothes and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;its like theres SOOO MUCH emphasis on our clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/mine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/mine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see that? BUSINESS DRESS.&lt;br /&gt;so we have to dress really formally.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have much of them,&lt;br /&gt;so gotta go get them tmr.&lt;br /&gt;and skools too.&lt;br /&gt;like the kinds my mum wears to work. wth man.&lt;br /&gt;i hate wearing those kinda shoes cos my friend wears them,&lt;br /&gt;and its like theres band aid all over the back of her foot.&lt;br /&gt;its so fugly,&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;but no choice.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR THE CARD, LETTER AND EVERYTHING ELSE I GOT.&lt;br /&gt;thank you glen and jopu for the card,&lt;br /&gt;thank you darren for the letter and picture!&lt;br /&gt;AND THANK YOU 4A(esp bswchp) for everything!!&lt;br /&gt;i know u guys are busy with mock and all that,&lt;br /&gt;but really,&lt;br /&gt;thanks! :D&lt;br /&gt;and my sisters for sending me the stuff toos.&lt;br /&gt;and i took fotos with my friends,&lt;br /&gt;i'll post them when i get them from arlene.&lt;div 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4A06'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-115650073750307960</id><published>2006-08-25T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T03:12:17.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for remembering! :D</title><content type='html'>THANKS Y'ALL FOR REMEMBERING!&lt;br /&gt;and im really sorry to jopu, hahah&lt;br /&gt;they used his fone to call me during my breaks,&lt;br /&gt;and very nice to hear u guys screaming over the fone&lt;br /&gt;and singing the birthday song. heh&lt;br /&gt;thanks loads!&lt;br /&gt;and to darren,&lt;br /&gt;of cos i miss u guys!&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt hear sth that darren said at the end of my conversation with him.&lt;br /&gt;cos it was pretty noisy and everyone was shouting and all.&lt;br /&gt;and HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEL!!&lt;br /&gt;UR 16 TOO!!&lt;br /&gt;so skool was okay.&lt;br /&gt;i think i said that many many times today when the gang called.&lt;br /&gt;but thanks for asking!&lt;br /&gt;and the pple were nice too,&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE FRIENDS NOW :D&lt;br /&gt;hahah weve exchanged numbers and e-mail addresses and all that.&lt;br /&gt;cat told me that the bus im taking is all little kids,&lt;br /&gt;like grade 10 and below,&lt;br /&gt;im prolly the oldest.&lt;br /&gt;but she says theres this grade 10 boy that bullies EVERYONE,&lt;br /&gt;so yeah,&lt;br /&gt;ive gotta stay away from him.&lt;br /&gt;and ive this really tall and big friend,&lt;br /&gt;she isnt very fantastic in her abcs,&lt;br /&gt;but shes taking higher english,&lt;br /&gt;and she was totally freaking out in english.&lt;br /&gt;i think she didnt know she signed up for higher english,&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;all my friends call me YJ.&lt;br /&gt;its easier for them,&lt;br /&gt;and the girl who doesnt know her abcs well,&lt;br /&gt;was writing my name down,&lt;br /&gt;and she said"y..j. which one is j?"&lt;br /&gt;she was super cute,&lt;br /&gt;and she loveeeees red!&lt;br /&gt;hahah shes a redhead too.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, theyre just really nice.&lt;br /&gt;we haven really interacted with the guys yet though,&lt;br /&gt;there is this cute guy,&lt;br /&gt;but he wears a ring on his finger finger,&lt;br /&gt;so he's prolly attached.&lt;br /&gt;and he's like darren,&lt;br /&gt;very self conscious bout his hair,&lt;br /&gt;like a himbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT SAYING DARREN IS A HIMBO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont kill me when u say this.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;bloody darren is really an asshole and i'll prolly only kill him when i go back.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah,&lt;br /&gt;skool was pretty tiring cos u keep hearing teachers speak and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;for today, cos of all the introductions and courses guidelines&lt;br /&gt;and all the stuff they can actually just print on a booklet and hand it to us.&lt;br /&gt;and for lunch..&lt;br /&gt;i had pizza today.&lt;br /&gt;it was damn good!&lt;br /&gt;BUT ITS NOT IN MY STRICT DIET.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. there isnt supposed to be pizzassss!!&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;there were pizzas and a lot of other stuff to choose from,&lt;br /&gt;but ive alr sined enough,&lt;br /&gt;so i didnt take the desserts.&lt;br /&gt;and we got our lunch menus for the skool term.&lt;br /&gt;seemed okay..but i cant eat them&lt;br /&gt;and we're not allowed to bring our own food to skool(wth?)&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i'll have to stick to sandwiches thats in the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;and we have a IB commonroom,&lt;br /&gt;just only allowed to IB students.&lt;br /&gt;so we were thinking of painting the room,&lt;br /&gt;and getting some ipod stereo&lt;br /&gt;and maybe a coffee machine.&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool aye.&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna paint the room red!&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;they wanna get some cushions and beanbags and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be hardwork painting the room.&lt;br /&gt;and our dress code is really super strict.&lt;br /&gt;we are supposed to wear formally today to skool,&lt;br /&gt;and heh! i was in a blouse and pants,&lt;br /&gt;and lotsa other people wore shirts and pants.&lt;br /&gt;only the girl who couldnt get her abcs right wore the most formally!&lt;br /&gt;hahah we have to dress like TEACHERS(OMG WTH)&lt;br /&gt;guys have to wear what do you call it..shirts?&lt;br /&gt;the kind businessmen wear to work,&lt;br /&gt;and with a tie.&lt;br /&gt;girls wear really formally too.&lt;br /&gt;omg la.&lt;br /&gt;stupid idea of nord anglia, the IB management place.&lt;br /&gt;i have skool again tmr,&lt;br /&gt;on a saturday.&lt;br /&gt;heck,&lt;br /&gt;i just wear t shirt and pants.&lt;br /&gt;they say we have 3 weeks to get our wardrobe ready,&lt;br /&gt;or else its detention(again, wtf)&lt;br /&gt;so i wont get jabbed tmr if i dont dress to the dress code.&lt;br /&gt;and mr gale's ordering pizza for us tmr!&lt;br /&gt;OHMIGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna die man.&lt;br /&gt;what happened to my strict diet?&lt;br /&gt;oh dear lord,&lt;br /&gt;bless me,&lt;br /&gt;my body,&lt;br /&gt;my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115650073750307960?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115650073750307960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=115650073750307960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115650073750307960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115650073750307960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/08/thanks-for-remembering-d.html' title='thanks for remembering! :D'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-115625621323079833</id><published>2006-08-22T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T07:16:53.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ME AND MY STRICT DIET</title><content type='html'>today's day number one of strict diet.&lt;br /&gt;i think there was 10 times i wanted to eat snacks.&lt;br /&gt;but thanks to my MOTIVATION POSTERS,&lt;br /&gt;i was able to resist these lovable yummys(M&amp;MS!! &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*)&lt;br /&gt;just in case you dont know what the motivation posters are,&lt;br /&gt;they look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/mine%20835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/mine%20835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/mine%20836.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/mine%20836.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/mine%20834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/mine%20834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/mine%20836.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/mine%20836.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps.&lt;br /&gt;and theyre all ard the house.&lt;br /&gt;pasting them up is easy,&lt;br /&gt;but will i maintain it?&lt;br /&gt;i really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;and i swam again today!&lt;br /&gt;with noisy kids AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;and there was this girl screaming REALLY REALLY loudly la,&lt;br /&gt;if ANYONE WHO HATES KIDS(if ur wondering who read my previous post),&lt;br /&gt;which also includes my sis,&lt;br /&gt;they would probably have drowned the girl.&lt;br /&gt;she was screaming so hard but her brother was still nice to her,&lt;br /&gt;what a nice brother la.&lt;br /&gt;and she keeps getting into my way when i swim.&lt;br /&gt;tmr is gym day.&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEY PEOPLE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS IS SOME SERIOUS SHIT OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO NOT, I REPEAT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO NOT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LINK ME ON YOUR BLOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i prefer my blog to be more personal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like only my closer friends can read them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thats the only reason why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115625621323079833?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115625621323079833/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304153.post-115615655549231506</id><published>2006-08-21T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T03:35:55.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i finally woke up on the right side of bed</title><content type='html'>i realised i havent blogged in a while.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we went out to this part of shanghai i havent been to before,&lt;br /&gt;and we went into this digital plaza thingy,&lt;br /&gt;selling electronics and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;cos i was planning to get a mp3, or an apple.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end i didnt get anything cos i couldnt decide whether&lt;br /&gt;to get an apple or a china brand mp3, which happens to look just like an apple ipod.&lt;br /&gt;then i got home and was chatting with a friend&lt;br /&gt;and talking bout random topics as usual.&lt;br /&gt;then he told me to go read somebody's blog, and i did.&lt;br /&gt;(i can read blogs now btw, but not often cos ive to go thru a lot of trouble to read them)&lt;br /&gt;and yeps i went to read her blog.&lt;br /&gt;and only after reading one of her post,&lt;br /&gt;i realise how lucky i am to alr have an ishuffle,&lt;br /&gt;a digital camera&lt;br /&gt;and to be sitting right here,&lt;br /&gt;blogging and eating m&amp;ms.&lt;br /&gt;i felt sooo fortunate, yet spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;im a spoilt brat&lt;br /&gt;im a spoilt brat&lt;br /&gt;im a spoilt brat&lt;br /&gt;im a spoilt brat&lt;br /&gt;im a spoilt brat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll say that to myself five times a day now btw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and obviously, i threw the new apple/china brand mp3 idea away,&lt;br /&gt;very willingly that is.&lt;br /&gt;i went o bed last night feeling so accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;and everytime i think of buyin sth new for myself which i want but dont need,&lt;br /&gt;i'll think of the post and smile and tell myself i dont want it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so, im was sooooo happy and woke up today,&lt;br /&gt;telling myself its gonna be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm enlightened.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i sound pretty much like im gonna rise up to heaven&lt;br /&gt;and be an immortal,&lt;br /&gt;no wait,&lt;br /&gt;angel sounds nicer.&lt;br /&gt;but i woke up earlier today,&lt;br /&gt;cos i was awaked by a phone call saying&lt;br /&gt;the cable tv guy's coming to fix cable tv.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i watched tv from like 11-3.30&lt;br /&gt;and ate last night's leftovers for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;AND YEAH I WENT SWIMMING!!&lt;br /&gt;taking shan's advice, i went swimming!!&lt;br /&gt;i almost cannot swim,&lt;br /&gt;but i still went because i heard its more effective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in losing weight and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if you want to exercise healthily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole pool only had this little spanish girl and her spanish maid.&lt;br /&gt;the lil kid had really big blue eyes!&lt;br /&gt;like raied's or ringo's contacts.&lt;br /&gt;soooo enticing.&lt;br /&gt;so i played with her  in the pool and she was&lt;br /&gt;so amazed that you could have colour on your nails,&lt;br /&gt;and she kept holding on to my finger&lt;br /&gt;and rubbing my nails.&lt;br /&gt;she was so cuteeee!&lt;br /&gt;lucky i knew spanish so i could at least communicate with her and her maid. heh&lt;br /&gt;cuter than darren and his specs &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that she left and waved her little small tiny adorable hands,&lt;br /&gt;and wondered why anyone &lt;em&gt;LIKE GLENN&lt;/em&gt; dont want kids.&lt;br /&gt;then i had the pool all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;but the lifeguard keeps staring when u swim,&lt;br /&gt;cos ur alone and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;so it was pretty awkward.&lt;br /&gt;then this lil angmoh boy came and i felt so relieved.&lt;br /&gt;but he's weird i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;i think in 5 mins,&lt;br /&gt;he "dived" into the pool like 20 times.&lt;br /&gt;its like he likes jumping into the pool so much,&lt;br /&gt;and he was near me,&lt;br /&gt;so the water keeps splashing onto me.&lt;br /&gt;damn irritating man.&lt;br /&gt;then i knew why people &lt;em&gt;LIKE GLENN&lt;/em&gt; didnt like kids.&lt;br /&gt;then bout 15 mins later,&lt;br /&gt;lotsa people started going to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly so many people.&lt;br /&gt;irritating also.&lt;br /&gt;if theres no one, i dont like it.&lt;br /&gt;but when theres too many people,&lt;br /&gt;i dont like it either.&lt;br /&gt;women are hard to please.&lt;br /&gt;so i din care and continued swimming.&lt;br /&gt;then these four boys came in and started making a hell load of noise&lt;br /&gt;and i felt SOOO irritated man.&lt;br /&gt;they dont know theres someone in the pool who&lt;br /&gt;needs to burn off some fat.&lt;br /&gt;oh, theyre singaporean btw.&lt;br /&gt;AND OH BOY,&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT THEIR NAMES ARE.&lt;br /&gt;boy #1 ; nick&lt;br /&gt;boy #2 ; chun feng&lt;br /&gt;boy #3 ; adrain&lt;br /&gt;boy #4 ; ray&lt;br /&gt;DONT THESE NAMES SOUND SOOOOOOO FAMILIAR.&lt;br /&gt;i had a shock when i heard them la.&lt;br /&gt;then ray was like "shit, i need to go pee"&lt;br /&gt;then chun feng said "just pee in the pool la"&lt;br /&gt;and i was like right behind the boy who needs to weewee,&lt;br /&gt;then i quickly stepped back.&lt;br /&gt;hahah boys are gross man.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end he went to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;then i was swimming and they were playing&lt;br /&gt;fake and lousy and the worst ver water polo ive seen.&lt;br /&gt;then i was swimming and i came up for air,&lt;br /&gt;the ball frigging smashed into my face la.&lt;br /&gt;even my goggles fell off,&lt;br /&gt;and my contacts dropped.&lt;br /&gt;luckily it dropped into my goggles when it fell.&lt;br /&gt;those boys ran away after they hit me,&lt;br /&gt;what responsible and caring singapore.&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;i quickly finished my target lap,&lt;br /&gt;and i had to pee too. hahha&lt;br /&gt;but not in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;the last time i pee-d into the pool was when i was 6.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;come on, i was just a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;and it was windy and cold so i quickly got out of the pool and went home.&lt;br /&gt;but i wasted all my effort swimming cos the m&amp;ms im eating now&lt;br /&gt;are taking up the spaces of the fats burned.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells,&lt;br /&gt;the m&amp;amp;ms,&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt resist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115615655549231506?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115615655549231506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=115615655549231506' title='0 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parents are both not home.&lt;br /&gt;dining alone is no more anything unusual.&lt;br /&gt;but its okay.&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;everyones so excited for tmr's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;have fun people,&lt;br /&gt;im sure it'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GO WATCH KIM POSSIBLE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SO THE DRAMA- THE MOVIE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU ASSHOLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its not okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115582156743302632?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115582156743302632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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true.</title><content type='html'>JAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive. Down-to-Earth. Stubborn. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest And loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous. Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does work well with others. Very confidant. Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Able to cheer everyone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive. Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and traveling. Systematic. Hot but has brains.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. hardworking. High-spirited.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've got the best personality and are an absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt and more than likely have an a very attractive partner. a wicked hottie. It is also more than likely that you have a massive record collection. You have a great choice in films, and may one day become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you've got the looks for it!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. No self-control. Kind hearted. Self-confident. Loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. Easy to get along with and talk to. Has an "every thing's peachy" attitude. Likes talking and singing. Loves music. Daydreamer. Easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. Loves to be loved. Hates studying. in need of "that someone". Longs for freedom. Rebellious when withheld or restricted. Lives by "no pain no gain" caring. Always a suspect. Playful. Mysterious. "charming" or "beautiful" to everyone. stubborn. curious. Independent. Strong willed. A fighter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Nasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This straight-up means you are the most good-looking person possible... Better than all of these other months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. One guy/girl kind of person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves music. Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come december one is so long?&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! let's analyse mine :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;i'll be honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing personality? &lt;strong&gt;yeah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takes risks? &lt;strong&gt;yes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeds on attention? &lt;strong&gt;feed's a little too strong la&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No self-control? &lt;strong&gt;NO! ask raied, he'll vouch for me, only sometimes :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind hearted? &lt;strong&gt;*nods in shyness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-confident? &lt;strong&gt;not all the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud and boisterous? &lt;strong&gt;yeah hhahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY revengeful? &lt;strong&gt;very's too strong too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy to get along with and talk to? &lt;strong&gt;i guess so &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has an "every thing's peachy" attitude? &lt;strong&gt;yeah, most of the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes talking and singing? &lt;strong&gt;yeps! definitely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves music? &lt;strong&gt;its my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daydreamer? &lt;strong&gt;sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily distracted? &lt;strong&gt;a lil bit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hates not being trusted? &lt;strong&gt;YES YES YES!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG imagination?&lt;strong&gt; correct!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to be loved? &lt;strong&gt;who doesnt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hates studying? &lt;strong&gt;only math maybe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in need of "that someone"? &lt;strong&gt;i suppose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longs for freedom? &lt;strong&gt;not really, i wanna be with mummy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebellious when withheld or restricted? &lt;strong&gt;only sometimes when i have pms, hahah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lives by "no pain no gain"? &lt;strong&gt;yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caring? &lt;strong&gt;*nods again in shyness :D but it depends on who u are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always a suspect? &lt;strong&gt;i dont know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playful? &lt;strong&gt;quite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious? &lt;strong&gt;yeah i guess there are things i keep to only me, myself and i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"charming" or "beautiful" to everyone? &lt;strong&gt;why dont u decide for me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stubborn? &lt;strong&gt;yeah, quite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curious? hmm,&lt;strong&gt; i would guess its a yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independent? &lt;strong&gt;well, not exactly, i cant even fry an egg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong willed? &lt;strong&gt;sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fighter? &lt;strong&gt;definitely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats me,&lt;br /&gt;an august baby&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-10304153.post-115511676098832585</id><published>2006-08-09T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T02:46:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, SINGAPORE! and grandmother too :D</title><content type='html'>it's 9th august,&lt;br /&gt;singapore's 41 today!&lt;br /&gt;and my grandmother is another yr older too! whooo&lt;br /&gt;shes..i dont know how old.&lt;br /&gt;but 6o plus i guess. or maybe 70.&lt;br /&gt;so i call her today and wished her happy happy happy happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;she even invited a hell load of relatives to our hse for dinner,&lt;br /&gt;and i bet she cooked her super duper yummy popiah.&lt;br /&gt;her popiahs are the best!&lt;br /&gt;thinking of them eating popiah, and i compare it to me eating cup noodles again today.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. i think all my hair's gonna fall off soon.&lt;br /&gt;and i spoke to her and grandfather,&lt;br /&gt;and they both said the same stuff.&lt;br /&gt;like must eat healthily,&lt;br /&gt;look both sides when u cross the road,&lt;br /&gt;dont swim for too long,&lt;br /&gt;and all the stuff i hated to hear in the past but would die to hear them again now.&lt;br /&gt;i'll always rem the scene my grandfather held my hands and cried at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;i only understand what "i miss you" really means&lt;br /&gt;when ur here all alone and u think of people,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that u wont be able to see them for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;oh october,&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i watched nanny mcphee just now!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so frigging nice!&lt;br /&gt;its so..i cant express.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;if u like fairytales,&lt;br /&gt;u shld really watch.&lt;br /&gt;very educational.&lt;br /&gt;its about..&lt;br /&gt;a father with seven kids,&lt;br /&gt;and his wife died.&lt;br /&gt;and these children are really smart,&lt;br /&gt;but really really really naughty.&lt;br /&gt;and they drove away 17 nannies,&lt;br /&gt;even the scariest ones.&lt;br /&gt;until nanny mcphee came.&lt;br /&gt;its good.&lt;br /&gt;really,&lt;br /&gt;it really shows u how important a family is,&lt;br /&gt;and if a father is willing to share his troubles with his family,&lt;br /&gt;everything can be solved easily.&lt;br /&gt;and the youngest one, aggy, is super cute. hahah&lt;br /&gt;nanny mcphee is like this mysterious woman,&lt;br /&gt;and has magical powers when she thuds her stick on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;the children wants to drive her away so much, but she says&lt;br /&gt;"if you need me but dont want me, i'll stay. if u dont need me but want me, i'll have to leave"&lt;br /&gt;and when she said that,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, her face her voice and all that really fits the role.&lt;br /&gt;nanny mcphee. watch it.&lt;div 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:D'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-115504980682035018</id><published>2006-08-08T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:10:06.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rob me and i'll kick your balls till u frigging scream like lee ryan</title><content type='html'>i was alone today.&lt;br /&gt;so i went out,&lt;br /&gt;at first to just alter my pants at esprit.&lt;br /&gt;i went at 11 plus,&lt;br /&gt;so i went to have lunch first.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i saw this restaurant that says "loneli-diners"&lt;br /&gt;sounds cool, but they spelt lonely wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;its common in china, everything is spelt wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why they even have "spell checks" here,&lt;br /&gt;its almost as useless as putting a rubbish bin in china,&lt;br /&gt;or as useless as having traffic lights.&lt;br /&gt;just like today.&lt;br /&gt;my driver went thru even though it was red.&lt;br /&gt;and he swerved a cab.&lt;br /&gt;and OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;i almost puked, stupid motion sickness.&lt;br /&gt;i felt pukish thruout the whole damn caride.&lt;br /&gt;cos my mum called to rush him,&lt;br /&gt;so he speeded thruout.&lt;br /&gt;and then i remembered why i have motion sickness.&lt;br /&gt;ohmigosh.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes&lt;br /&gt;talking bout the loneli-diners&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;i went to see what the whole "lonely" thing was bout.&lt;br /&gt;and oh boy, was i shocked!&lt;br /&gt;the tables were made for 1-2 person,&lt;br /&gt;and the whole ambience of the restaurant was so dark, down, LONELY&lt;br /&gt;i looked in, and there were people there,&lt;br /&gt;either reading, looking around, or just staring in blank space,&lt;br /&gt;listening to the sad songs that were played in the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;after some estimates,&lt;br /&gt;they were prolly out of job, out of love, or just plainly out of their minds.&lt;br /&gt;what kind of a sick restaurant is that?&lt;br /&gt;lonely diners?&lt;br /&gt;wth man.&lt;br /&gt;i only whispered "losers" and left the dungeon-like place.&lt;br /&gt;i ate at this place called "happy family",&lt;br /&gt;with no spelling errors,&lt;br /&gt;made for optimistic eaters like me.&lt;br /&gt;so what if ur alone? eat with joy people, EAT WITH JOY!&lt;br /&gt;and i hate a main course, drink, fruits and a soup for only 33 rmb!&lt;br /&gt;u go do the math. cheap la.&lt;br /&gt;and the portion was huge i couldnt finish my food.&lt;br /&gt;i left and did a bit of shopping and spent all my money.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i went home and went gym and had dinner with smummy.&lt;br /&gt;then when we were walking home, someone tried to pickpocket us.&lt;br /&gt;according to this woman who came to tell us what happened,&lt;br /&gt;she said that guy stood so close to us and reached into mummy's bag.&lt;br /&gt;my mum felt someone touching her bag and so she twinged her arm a lil bit,&lt;br /&gt;and i guess he went away after that.&lt;br /&gt;that bastard!&lt;br /&gt;its the second time alr!&lt;br /&gt;but both times the theif was unsuccessful.&lt;br /&gt;sucker la!&lt;br /&gt;read the title of this post and you'll know what will happen!&lt;br /&gt;he was so close to us yet we couldnt feel it at all!&lt;br /&gt;kaoz.&lt;br /&gt;and when we got home,&lt;br /&gt;my mum was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;she reenacted the whole scene to her husband and told him the whole story,&lt;br /&gt;and she said it with a lot of exaggerations and hand gestures, and all that.&lt;br /&gt;her husband was shocked, but i think mummy was worse.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha what a funny day&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ryan'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-115496239185611965</id><published>2006-08-07T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T07:53:11.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hilariously insane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thejapanesearecrazy.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=12&amp;Itemid=30"&gt;http://www.thejapanesearecrazy.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;id=12&amp;amp;Itemid=30&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super super funny.&lt;br /&gt;must watch mission 2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-10304153.post-115494458659505031</id><published>2006-08-07T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T02:56:26.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIRTHDAY PEOPLE!</title><content type='html'>i realised most of my blog titles end with a !&lt;br /&gt;im always happy when i write blogs :D&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;its 7th aug today.&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;#1. priscilla chow!!&lt;br /&gt;chow chow! happy birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;dont eat the whole cake urself ya!&lt;br /&gt;must share!&lt;br /&gt;#2. GREG POON&lt;br /&gt;my buddy at the leadership course shit.&lt;br /&gt;hahah and always making sure we get home safe.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday buddy.&lt;br /&gt;#3. khoo qinya.&lt;br /&gt;i haven spoken to her in years.&lt;br /&gt;my primary skool friend whom ive kiinda lost contact with.&lt;br /&gt;but we spoke on the phone at the reuinon the other time.&lt;br /&gt;although we're not so close, or rather, not at all,&lt;br /&gt;u were still one of mt bestest bestest friends in pskool.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll always rem its ur birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;rem how we used to bicker with teachers&lt;br /&gt;and fight with our classmate?&lt;br /&gt;well, happy birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIENDS!!&lt;br /&gt;everyone's turning 16! whooooo!&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;its national day in 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;go singapore!&lt;br /&gt;i'll be here,&lt;br /&gt;in lonely china,&lt;br /&gt;celebrating your wonderful birthday.&lt;br /&gt;err. how old is sg?&lt;br /&gt;after using the marvellous invention of the calculator,&lt;br /&gt;sg's 41!&lt;br /&gt;happy advanced birthday singapore!!&lt;br /&gt;i even have a singapore flag badge on my bag :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;but i cant hang the flag outside,&lt;br /&gt;or i'll prolly be put in prison the next day.&lt;br /&gt;i'll put up an imaginary one.&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE I LOVE YOOOOOOO~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive been home the whole damned day today.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt too bad la.&lt;br /&gt;but im still glad-er(is that a word?) that im going out tmr,&lt;br /&gt;again, alone.&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind going out alone. but i dont like dining alone.&lt;br /&gt;not dont like..but detest.&lt;br /&gt;so i prolly wont eat lunch tmr again.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;and since i was home all day today,&lt;br /&gt;i ate cheetos.&lt;br /&gt;some cheese corn chips.&lt;br /&gt;the whole packet!&lt;br /&gt;man. thats 10 more hrs of gym.&lt;br /&gt;stupid cheetos.&lt;div 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PEOPLE!'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-115487629677538373</id><published>2006-08-06T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T07:58:16.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>byez</title><content type='html'>my sister and cousin and auntie left today.&lt;br /&gt;my cousin's prolly going back to germany in a lil bit.&lt;br /&gt;and at the airport,&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was gonna be a sad crying scene&lt;br /&gt;where everyone hugs each other&lt;br /&gt;and say really sad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;at least i thought.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, when they go,&lt;br /&gt;im gonna be all alone till skool starts.&lt;br /&gt;so, thats pretty sad isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;but no..&lt;br /&gt;when they were going in..&lt;br /&gt;i felt pretty bad cos i kept rushing them in.&lt;br /&gt;because i had to pee so frigging badly&lt;br /&gt;that if they dont go in, my mum wont leave the gate&lt;br /&gt;and she wants to go to the toilet too.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;instead of a sad crying scene that was initially expected,&lt;br /&gt;it was a "okok! take care! hurry go in! bye!" kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;what a lousy send off.&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna see them in a few months anyways.&lt;br /&gt;in a blink of an eye its gonna be october!!! whoo.&lt;br /&gt;and ive been going to the airport so much lately,&lt;br /&gt;and im pretty glad thats gonna stop now.&lt;br /&gt;the airport's so far away!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i was telling meixin the other day&lt;br /&gt;that i saw wilber pan(pan wei bo)&lt;br /&gt;at the airport! hahah&lt;br /&gt;he's short, fair and he looked so punk wannabe with 4 burly bodyguards surrounding him.&lt;br /&gt;but he had absolutely not a single fan to welcome him.&lt;br /&gt;so poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;i was playing some lame handphone game when i looked up and saw him.&lt;br /&gt;i guess he's not popular in china.&lt;br /&gt;talking bout popular,&lt;br /&gt;anyone who reads this tell g,&lt;br /&gt;THAT KFC IS SUPER HOT OVER HERE IN CHINA!&lt;br /&gt;prolly more popular than macs.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so bombed when i heard that.&lt;br /&gt;my dad says kfc is yummy,&lt;br /&gt;but im not im not im not im not gonna try it. :D&lt;br /&gt;i still support macs &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;and its much cheaper anyways.&lt;br /&gt;u can get a filling meal at macs at only 3-4 sg.&lt;br /&gt;see? macs is always cheaper and nicer and healthier and they are not chicken torturers,&lt;br /&gt;UNLIKE DAMNED KFC.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i realised.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's been asking,&lt;br /&gt;"any hot china boyfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;im telling you,&lt;br /&gt;i wont get a frigging china boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;its like everytime u see a HOT china guy,&lt;br /&gt;you'll drool,and have popping eyeballs and nosebleed or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;but everytime u think theyre hot,&lt;br /&gt;the next moment when they start speaking,&lt;br /&gt;and carries the ohmigod china accent,&lt;br /&gt;u wanna find a hole and hide urself in it and&lt;br /&gt;forget bout the what u saw.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i cant have a bf with a weird accent&lt;br /&gt;that i dont really understand.&lt;br /&gt;so, i dont have any china boyfriends, just FYI :))&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;theres actually this cute guy at my condo.&lt;br /&gt;i always see him at the gym with his other friend,&lt;br /&gt;and both of them are the abc kind.&lt;br /&gt;so, its pretty cute la.&lt;br /&gt;besides!!!&lt;br /&gt;he looks like julian hee!&lt;br /&gt;KAWAII NEH!!&lt;br /&gt;and he LOOKS ard my age.&lt;br /&gt;but i heard the two of them talking bout girls the other time.&lt;br /&gt;they were talking bout their shirt,skirt and all that.&lt;br /&gt;guys.&lt;br /&gt;they only have food, porn, girls, then porn again and then girls.&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;and then he was saying that he had a date with two other girls the next day,&lt;br /&gt;and he asked the other guy to join in and ask someone else blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;blah..&lt;br /&gt;blah..&lt;br /&gt;and it gave me the impression that he's a lil..&lt;br /&gt;playboy? i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;cant tell much from a few meetings at the gym,&lt;br /&gt;and a small conversation that i coincidentally happened to hear.&lt;br /&gt;and everytime he does the weights/dumbells/whatever-its-called&lt;br /&gt;he always does it infront of the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;hahah what a freak.&lt;br /&gt;boys will be boys&lt;br /&gt;and thats why girls actually like them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;open to everything happy and sad,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seeing the good when its all going bad,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seeing the sun when i cant really see,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoping the sun will at least look at me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;focused on everything better today,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all that i needed i never could say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hold on to people thats slipping away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hold on to this while its slipping away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115487629677538373?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115487629677538373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=115487629677538373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115487629677538373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115487629677538373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/08/byez.html' title='byez'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-115461855306519063</id><published>2006-08-03T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T08:42:44.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody shyte</title><content type='html'>im telling you now,&lt;br /&gt;emotions cannot be expressed through a dumbass COMPUTER.&lt;br /&gt;even if i type "haha", does it mean im really laughing?&lt;br /&gt;i can be crying while im typing that,&lt;br /&gt;i can be having other emotions running though me,&lt;br /&gt;but my fingers, they just happen to type h-a-h-a-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its good to go to the gym&lt;br /&gt;when u have feelings that you think might burst out of ur lungs.&lt;br /&gt;hahah i was on the treadmill and i ran really hard.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to vent all my anger on it.&lt;br /&gt;so i ran.&lt;br /&gt;i ran like 14.2 km/min&lt;br /&gt;thats frigging fast for me.&lt;br /&gt;i usually run at 9.&lt;br /&gt;its like i wanted all my anger/sadness/whatever to really run off me.&lt;br /&gt;14.2 km/s is FAST.&lt;br /&gt;ask raymond, the gym expert.&lt;br /&gt;but its a great feeling after that,&lt;br /&gt;its as if all the bad and mean feelings all blew off ur body.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i hate explaning things now,&lt;br /&gt;i'll rather get scolded and keep the truth to myself.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why,&lt;br /&gt;i just..&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna try to waste my breath explaning and explaning,&lt;br /&gt;and in the end you realise,&lt;br /&gt;you said all that shit for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;and i really HATE showing my emotions to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;even my besties.&lt;br /&gt;if im sad, i might say but i wont start crying and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, do people really do that?&lt;br /&gt;cry..and go"omg that jerk dumped me" or "why did she backstab me?"&lt;br /&gt;and weep like there's no tmr.&lt;br /&gt;if i cry, i'll cry alone.&lt;br /&gt;if im sad, i wanna be alone.&lt;br /&gt;im turning into a freak i know,&lt;br /&gt;but i cant help it too.&lt;br /&gt;im pretty weird i guess?&lt;br /&gt;but if i do show you my bare naked emotions,&lt;br /&gt;like my million dollar tears,&lt;br /&gt;you must be someone to me.&lt;br /&gt;my million dollar tears,&lt;br /&gt;dont start collecting them into a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always a step too late,&lt;br /&gt;and the wind seems to be blowing my memories of you away.&lt;br /&gt;far, far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115461855306519063?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115461855306519063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=115461855306519063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115461855306519063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115461855306519063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/08/bloody-shyte.html' title='bloody shyte'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-115418937956362525</id><published>2006-07-29T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T09:09:39.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swayness</title><content type='html'>ive been super sway these few days.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, the past week.&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;i smashed my fingers against the stupid pool table again.&lt;br /&gt;on the exact same spot.&lt;br /&gt;im not even so accurate when doing maths.&lt;br /&gt;god.&lt;br /&gt;and i keep banging my head against lamps,&lt;br /&gt;tripping and falling on the streets,&lt;br /&gt;and doing really silly things that shldnt be disclosed.&lt;br /&gt;and ive been in a really foul temper these few days.l&lt;br /&gt;but its normally like in the late afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;so its prolly cos all the shopping is tiring me out.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;but everytime i have a bad temper im always throwing it&lt;br /&gt;by being really stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;ok. i admit.&lt;br /&gt;im stubborn. i really am.&lt;br /&gt;and i even irritate myself when i see myself throw a temper.&lt;br /&gt;but its easily cured.&lt;br /&gt;i eat.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;back in sg,&lt;br /&gt;everytime im pissed off bout sth,&lt;br /&gt;or im really moody,&lt;br /&gt;i eat.&lt;br /&gt;then i'll be ok after that.&lt;br /&gt;food works effectively.&lt;br /&gt;ice cream works twice as effectively.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt go to gym for like 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;sorry gym goddess,&lt;br /&gt;ive sinned deeply.&lt;br /&gt;but i am willing to repent.&lt;br /&gt;please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;br /&gt;well, my auntie and cousin is over.&lt;br /&gt;so we had dinner out and return home pretty late,&lt;br /&gt;i dont have time for gym.&lt;br /&gt;so yeps.&lt;br /&gt;but i went today.&lt;br /&gt;even though i wasnt feeling well,&lt;br /&gt;i went to gym. and exercised.&lt;br /&gt;damn, it feels good to exercise man.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE EXERCISING!&lt;br /&gt;OH TREADMILL!&lt;br /&gt;OH LEG CURL!&lt;br /&gt;OH TRICEPS EXTENSION!&lt;br /&gt;and a few others..&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;exercising=fun.&lt;br /&gt;hey QUEST FIT members!&lt;br /&gt;dig this.&lt;br /&gt;exercising=fun=you lose weight&lt;br /&gt;raymond is a fine fine example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS,&lt;br /&gt;i really need songs.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;kind souls please donate,&lt;br /&gt;to the pathetic little few song collection i have.&lt;br /&gt;this end july/start august,&lt;br /&gt;let's all put in our little bit of effort,&lt;br /&gt;and donate songs to me.&lt;br /&gt;please donate.&lt;br /&gt;generously.&lt;br /&gt;thank you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115418937956362525?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115418937956362525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=115418937956362525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115418937956362525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115418937956362525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/swayness.html' title='swayness'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-115383403808844204</id><published>2006-07-25T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T06:27:18.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday vic!</title><content type='html'>we officially went crazy today.&lt;br /&gt;me, mummy and sis.&lt;br /&gt;we spent a lot of money shopping today,&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt help it!&lt;br /&gt;everything and everywhere had discounts.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;but anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DIDNT GO TO GYM TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;I SHLD BE ASHAMED OF MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY, FAT BODY.&lt;br /&gt;but frankly,&lt;br /&gt;i dont really care much if im fat anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i eat like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;i eat m&amp;ms EVERYDAY without fail.&lt;br /&gt;its so addictive! although i'll itch after that.&lt;br /&gt;but its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;they are like calling out to me saying "eat me eat me!"&lt;br /&gt;i cant resist.&lt;br /&gt;besides,&lt;br /&gt;being a kind generous angelic lady with a heart of gold,&lt;br /&gt;i always never fail to fufil their tiny wishes.&lt;br /&gt;nuts,crispy, peanut butter,and so much more! yum. i like the plain chocolate ones the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they melt in ur mouth and not in your hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hail m&amp;amp;ms!&lt;br /&gt;and even if i look like ive got a huge butt&lt;br /&gt;or giant thighs in whichever pants,&lt;br /&gt;i'll still get it.&lt;br /&gt;who cares bout being FAT?&lt;br /&gt;although i'll still maintain what i look like now.&lt;br /&gt;its my august revolution.&lt;br /&gt;bye bye july, hello august!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115383403808844204?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115383403808844204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=115383403808844204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115383403808844204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115383403808844204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-vic.html' title='happy birthday vic!'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-115367026390905912</id><published>2006-07-23T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T08:57:43.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry im stupid.&lt;br /&gt;but i tried.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i cant do that stupid animation shit.&lt;br /&gt;i admit, im an IT moron.&lt;br /&gt;i admit im dumb.&lt;br /&gt;i admit im not as smart as ur other daughters.&lt;br /&gt;but i tried super hard.&lt;br /&gt;i searched every frigging webby.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone ive tried.&lt;br /&gt;its never good enough.&lt;br /&gt;doesnt that sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;just like the past.&lt;br /&gt;the past.&lt;br /&gt;do you even remember?&lt;br /&gt;im never good enough.&lt;br /&gt;you never want to acknowledge me as another one of ur flesh and blood.&lt;br /&gt;since young,&lt;br /&gt;ur other daughters had wonderful gifts whenever u came back frm overseas.&lt;br /&gt;and i?&lt;br /&gt;yeah i got a cool gift.&lt;br /&gt;i got some free thing u got from sq airlines.&lt;br /&gt;i know im not as smart.&lt;br /&gt;i know im not as capable.&lt;br /&gt;theyre in nanyang, crescent.&lt;br /&gt;and im in queenstown.&lt;br /&gt;where's that?&lt;br /&gt;damnit.&lt;br /&gt;i know im never good enough.&lt;br /&gt;but now im telling you,&lt;br /&gt;i tried my frigging best.&lt;br /&gt;i dont make the best coffees or teas,&lt;br /&gt;i cant cook like the rest.&lt;br /&gt;let's draw the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i shldnt be blogging this shit,&lt;br /&gt;but ive no diary to write about.&lt;br /&gt;and if i did, i might have tore the paper.&lt;br /&gt;so here,&lt;br /&gt;my sorrow is written.&lt;br /&gt;black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i entitle this..feelings;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I feel unimportant,&lt;br /&gt;I think of being big&lt;br /&gt;and strong like an elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I feel timid and shy,&lt;br /&gt;I can be like an eagle,&lt;br /&gt;flying high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I dont feel beauty and wonder,&lt;br /&gt;I think of the peacock&lt;br /&gt;with his feathers tucked under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I dont feel pretty and spry,&lt;br /&gt;I remember that the cocoon&lt;br /&gt;becomes a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I dont smile&lt;br /&gt;my Gran says I look&lt;br /&gt;like a crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I start to fret about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I think of the flowers in the field&lt;br /&gt;and the little sparrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-10304153.post-115349504551752583</id><published>2006-07-21T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T08:17:25.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CLASS IS PRETTY CUTE AYE?&lt;br /&gt;OH! I LOVE THE CUTIE PIES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115349504551752583?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115349504551752583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=115349504551752583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115349504551752583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115349504551752583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/photos.html' title='photos!'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-115349206872332165</id><published>2006-07-21T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T07:27:48.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ramuu!</title><content type='html'>see?&lt;br /&gt;again ive got so many things i wanna blog bout,&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know how, where and what to start.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll forget it.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll do a really short little something for raymond.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, ABOUT raymond.&lt;br /&gt;i went to raymond's blog that day because&lt;br /&gt;i could finally go read blogs for a day.&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me why. ask raied.&lt;br /&gt;he knows.&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;when he said "you"&lt;br /&gt;at most of the 10 things blah blah blah,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why,&lt;br /&gt;but i suddenly saw raymond as someone who can be&lt;br /&gt;very loving.&lt;br /&gt;from the proud, egoistic raymond,&lt;br /&gt;to the loving, thoughtful raymond.&lt;br /&gt;boy, what a change.&lt;br /&gt;and i was reading prep,&lt;br /&gt;the book he gave me.&lt;br /&gt;its a good book.&lt;br /&gt;but raymond!&lt;br /&gt;did u read the book?&lt;br /&gt;do you know how tough it was for me to read the last chapter?&lt;br /&gt;super super sick.&lt;br /&gt;i had to keep flipping the pages at those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;but the plot was good&lt;br /&gt;and i thought it was a well written book.&lt;br /&gt;but the last chapter was..&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;only when i was reading the book then his card&lt;br /&gt;fell out of the book.&lt;br /&gt;and when i read it,&lt;br /&gt;it felt..so good to have a friend like raymond.&lt;br /&gt;simple but i had so much confidence to lose weight after that.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt quite get the "PSS" sentence.&lt;br /&gt;bout the..you know.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i know what that was about,&lt;br /&gt;but why tell me?&lt;br /&gt;but... GO RAYMOND!&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;my point is,&lt;br /&gt;wait. did i say he showed me a different side of him,&lt;br /&gt;and he has a very fatherly figure?&lt;br /&gt;well, thats my point.&lt;br /&gt;my auntie and germany cousin coming over to visit!&lt;br /&gt;yipees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115349206872332165?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115349206872332165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=115349206872332165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115349206872332165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115349206872332165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/ramuu.html' title='ramuu!'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-115306007435477394</id><published>2006-07-16T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T07:27:54.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sizzle!</title><content type='html'>OMG I MET A HOTTIE AT GYM TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;HE FRIGGING WINKED AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;AT ME!&lt;br /&gt;AND AT MY WEIRD FRINGE.&lt;br /&gt;WINKED.&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115306007435477394?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115306007435477394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=115306007435477394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115306007435477394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115306007435477394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/sizzle.html' title='sizzle!'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-115304396617849898</id><published>2006-07-16T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T02:59:26.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad haircut!</title><content type='html'>i wanna apologise to amanda lee qian wen.&lt;br /&gt;please convey to her that i'm really really really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;really sorry FOR LAUGHING AT HER BAD HAIRCUT!&lt;br /&gt;because karma is so powerful,&lt;br /&gt;it gave me a bad haircut.&lt;br /&gt;i had a haircut today.&lt;br /&gt;and its pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;i look like a mushroom,&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;i look like a tootsie pie.&lt;br /&gt;well, my mum says its pretty nice,&lt;br /&gt;my sis says its not too bad,&lt;br /&gt;but i think i look silly+dumb+nerdish+weird&lt;br /&gt;god.&lt;br /&gt;my haircutttt!&lt;br /&gt;im glad i cut it today,&lt;br /&gt;instead of next month,&lt;br /&gt;or i'll be going to skool looking really silly,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be a laughing stock on the first day of skool.&lt;br /&gt;man. bye bye hair!&lt;br /&gt;i hope it grows fast!&lt;br /&gt;raied wants me to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;hahah thats crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just die when people like AMANDA, xuan yao, j or raied sees me.&lt;br /&gt;i'll die.&lt;br /&gt;so, no pictures please :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115304396617849898?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115304396617849898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=115304396617849898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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thing.&lt;br /&gt;cos my sis left 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;she left for aussie today.&lt;br /&gt;for hols. i wanna go too :(&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, my grandfather cried when he left 2 days ago too.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. what a sad scene.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to run away.&lt;br /&gt;he cried. he loves me..so so much.&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i always have so many things to blog,&lt;br /&gt;this to complain&lt;br /&gt;and that to tell you about.&lt;br /&gt;but everytime i sit in front of my laptop,&lt;br /&gt;i stare and go "omg"&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;its like, i see something and i wanna blog that.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant keep it inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;it goes in..and out.&lt;br /&gt;my head's like a 2 second diary.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;but i went to hangzhou the other day.&lt;br /&gt;and went to this really beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;i THINK its called west lake.&lt;br /&gt;its really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;u have to take a boat though.&lt;br /&gt;its really just you, the water, the trees and..the boatman.&lt;br /&gt;the magic of mother nature.&lt;br /&gt;really nice place.&lt;br /&gt;and i have a picture of the boatman!&lt;br /&gt;he alone had to row 6 people! STRONG ARMS!&lt;br /&gt;and i was on the boat. heh.&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAYS,&lt;br /&gt;he's a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;so my mum gave him more than what he usually earned.&lt;br /&gt;i felt happy after that.&lt;br /&gt;that he actually was so grateful to my mum because she&lt;br /&gt;gave him an extra 20 rmb..thats like 4 bucks sg?&lt;br /&gt;just 4 bucks sg and u see such a happy man. thats so heart warming. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/mine%20772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/mine%20772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see?&lt;br /&gt;thats him.&lt;br /&gt;a happy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think he's really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but wait, on second thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's pretty mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes you offer a cookie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he rejects it so sweetly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but he turns around and calls you a fatty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes your really down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's always there to flip you the other way round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he consoles you in your sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pats you on your back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fights alongside with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the way till the end of the track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes i really hate him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but actually, i like him too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's an angel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but also a hideous devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is he just a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or am i being such a fool to think he's just that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115297876537368589?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115297876537368589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=115297876537368589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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noise,&lt;br /&gt;scolding my mum for something she didnt do.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, we always get scolded, thats nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;but he had to accuse her for delibrately not taking his parents out.&lt;br /&gt;wth?&lt;br /&gt;she has their health at heart!&lt;br /&gt;cos she knows his mother cant walk for too long or her legs will hurt.&lt;br /&gt;although its their last day here.&lt;br /&gt;damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister's leaving tmr. with my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;aww.&lt;br /&gt;hahah well its been almost a month alr!&lt;br /&gt;fast, very fast.&lt;br /&gt;so we had dinner and shopped and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;like all in her honour.&lt;br /&gt;and we ate this bread thingy and a chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;for after dinner dessert.&lt;br /&gt;hahah yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;o. and a banana milkshake!&lt;br /&gt;i love milkshakes!&lt;br /&gt;and we bought cds.&lt;br /&gt;like loads.&lt;br /&gt;and theyre really cheap.&lt;br /&gt;the pirated ones were like 50cents sg.&lt;br /&gt;and the original ones are bout 3 sg dollars!&lt;br /&gt;zomg.&lt;br /&gt;i bought the elvis cd. heh.&lt;br /&gt;piracy kills creavity.&lt;br /&gt;dont buy piracy.&lt;br /&gt;unless its really cheap.&lt;br /&gt;like cents.&lt;br /&gt;whoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115272036755539955?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115272036755539955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=115272036755539955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115272036755539955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115272036755539955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/cds.html' title='cds!'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-115255122885379712</id><published>2006-07-10T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T10:07:08.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just wanna hit her</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;She is the prom queen, i'm in the marching band.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is a cheerleader, i'm sitting in the stands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She gets the top bunk, i'm sleeping on the floor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's Miss America, &amp; i'm just the girl next door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody loves her but i just wanna hit her! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont seriously wanna hit her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theres not much of a her i suppose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115255122885379712?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115255122885379712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=115255122885379712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115255122885379712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115255122885379712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-just-wanna-hit-her.html' title='i just wanna hit her'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-115254975960097075</id><published>2006-07-10T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T09:42:39.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>i dont know why,&lt;br /&gt;but im supposed to do this.&lt;br /&gt;check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;#1. Do the following without complaints.&lt;br /&gt;#2. Choose 5 people to do this after you&lt;br /&gt;#3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;#4. Start you post with " I've been tagged!" before you start this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE BEEN TAGGED! *am i supposed to sound excited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your 10 favourites.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Colour: RED.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Food: lots&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Song: mostly english ones&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Movie: i could spend all night on thsi question&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Sport: i'm a racket person, badminton.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Season: i like all 4, because all four seasons has super nice clothes you can wear.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Day of the Week: Friday&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Ice cream Flavour: sticky chewy chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*9 Currents&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: pissed off, jealous, torned apart, whatever&lt;br /&gt;Current taste: wha kind of taste. question unclear!&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes: paddington nightdress :O&lt;br /&gt;Current Desktop: im using a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Current Toenail Colour: hot pink&lt;br /&gt;Current Time: 12.22am&lt;br /&gt;Current surroundings: nv on, sister reading, the rest sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Current Annoyance(s): you. youre annoying, you know that?&lt;br /&gt;Current Thought: you are a first class sucker! and a few others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*8 Firsts&lt;br /&gt;First Best friend: err. ng tze qian. shes hot i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: er. sean tan shi hao. primary one.&lt;br /&gt;First Movie: cant rem.&lt;br /&gt;First Piercing: primary five&lt;br /&gt;First Lie: i lied that i did my assessment books, but i actually just copied them from the answer sheet on the back of the book.&lt;br /&gt;First Music: WESTLIFE AND BACKSTREET BOYS AND A1. it was cool then.&lt;br /&gt;First car: Volvo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*7 lasts&lt;br /&gt;Last cigarette: since i took my first puff, which havent happened. and never will.&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink: chocolate milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride: when i was borned, like i was brought out of the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Last Crush: er. sec 1? i was silly then..&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie Seen: er. im not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call: i had a lot of missed calls.&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: err some love cd kanta gave me as a farewell gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*6 Have You Evers&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated on one of your best friends? : maybe not best, but good friend?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken the law? : yeah, i sneaked into some nc16 show. bah.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested? : i didnt break the law to that extend&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever skinny dipped? : nopes, havent tried it yet&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on TV? : yeah like 3 seconds or so&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you didnt know? : naaah, im not so wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*5 Things you are wearing&lt;br /&gt;glasses,bra,panty,nightdress. im only wearing four things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*4 Things you have done today&lt;br /&gt;this is embarrassing but*i bought a bra, i did my nails,i went to the gym and did some grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3 Things you can hear right now.&lt;br /&gt;some really irritating chinese cartoon my sis is watching, the msn beep thingy and myself typing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2 Things you cant live without.&lt;br /&gt;my brain? and..ha. this is bimbotic. my earrings. if u ask me for 3 things, i'll say my necklaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1 thing you do when you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for the 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;#1. raied&lt;br /&gt;#2. j&lt;br /&gt;#3. yanshan&lt;br /&gt;#4. huimin&lt;br /&gt;#5. can we not have a fifth person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. im done with this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115254975960097075?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115254975960097075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=115254975960097075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115254975960097075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115254975960097075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-115237698897104137</id><published>2006-07-08T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T09:43:08.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D:D:D</title><content type='html'>firstly,&lt;br /&gt;thank you wanjun for e-mailing me to find out how ive been.&lt;br /&gt;really appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;it's good reading an e-mail from ur friend&lt;br /&gt;just asking how you are and reminding me of the ol' days.&lt;br /&gt;hahah thanks van!&lt;br /&gt;and ive been doing the usual routine now.&lt;br /&gt;but from 2 hours of gym a day,&lt;br /&gt;it'll be extended to maybe 3 or 4,&lt;br /&gt;starting from say..next week?&lt;br /&gt;since monday theres news that theres gonna be a strong typhoon,&lt;br /&gt;so we have to stay indoors.&lt;br /&gt;and and and,&lt;br /&gt;im blogging because raied told me to.&lt;br /&gt;so yes,&lt;br /&gt;raied,&lt;br /&gt;its 12.30am in the morning, and ive just finished watching she's the man AGAIN,&lt;br /&gt;so because i remembered he asked me to blog,&lt;br /&gt;so here i am,&lt;br /&gt;blogging.&lt;br /&gt;blah. im trying to keep my fingers agile and my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, its better watching the muvee the second time.&lt;br /&gt;i like channing tatum in the show.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;frankly,&lt;br /&gt;i think he is the kind of guy im looking for.&lt;br /&gt;someone whose sporty(and hot),&lt;br /&gt;somebody who can protect his girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;and yet he is sensitive,&lt;br /&gt;keeps to himself because he's shy and scared. hahah thats cute&lt;br /&gt;and he gives security, that other guys cant give.&lt;br /&gt;i like that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;he really likes girls for who they are and not how pretty they are,&lt;br /&gt;how good they bods are and all that physical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but thats hollywood,&lt;br /&gt;in real life,&lt;br /&gt;its tough to find someone like that.&lt;br /&gt;besides, im no amanda bynes.&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna type some really romantic phrases, but i cant think of any now. haha&lt;br /&gt;blanked*&lt;br /&gt;jeez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-10304153.post-115202461327428128</id><published>2006-07-04T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T07:50:13.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIMPLES GALORE~</title><content type='html'>omzg!&lt;br /&gt;i have so many pimples!&lt;br /&gt;and blemishes,&lt;br /&gt;and acne,&lt;br /&gt;and rosy red cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;i cant come back to school looking like that!&lt;br /&gt;ohmyg.&lt;br /&gt;help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna get used to this&lt;br /&gt;waking up, going out, coming home thing.&lt;br /&gt;the sun's so frigging hot!&lt;br /&gt;really really hot,&lt;br /&gt;and when the heat hits ur skin,&lt;br /&gt;you can feel the heat burning ur skin,&lt;br /&gt;like its trying to penetrate through it.&lt;br /&gt;its this process called painfulness.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts! :O&lt;br /&gt;o yes.&lt;br /&gt;i went to the gym today.&lt;br /&gt;and because i put on a bit of weight,&lt;br /&gt;i gymed extra hard today.&lt;br /&gt;and after all the sweat and hardwork,&lt;br /&gt;i went home.&lt;br /&gt;then i was walking down the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;my legs suddenly felt so darn weak,&lt;br /&gt;and it became so wobbly,&lt;br /&gt;and i slipped at my last few steps.&lt;br /&gt;and i had to fall right in front of the beauty salon.&lt;br /&gt;with some hot caucasian standing there.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to find a hole and dig myself in it,&lt;br /&gt;making sure my face is covered with mud so he wont see me.&lt;br /&gt;then the beauty salon woman(she's shanghainese btw) was like(in chinese)&lt;br /&gt;"lady! you ok? you really embarrassed yourself out there!"&lt;br /&gt;then i had to break out in a weak smile.&lt;br /&gt;stupid pidhead.&lt;br /&gt;i know it was embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;she didnt have to spell it out!&lt;br /&gt;shit. im a sucker man.&lt;br /&gt;and after that i went to play pool.&lt;br /&gt;then i hit the ball really hard and smashed my middle finger against the table.&lt;br /&gt;super super pain.&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;theres a swollen area ard the joints of my middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;and its red!&lt;br /&gt;and pain.&lt;br /&gt;stupid pool table.&lt;br /&gt;the cue is alr taller than me, thats bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;now the table has to bully me.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had punching bag to vent frustrations sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;boo.&lt;br /&gt;theres a typhoon going on now.&lt;br /&gt;so theres no tv.&lt;br /&gt;cos the wind's too strong.&lt;br /&gt;baaah.&lt;br /&gt;stupid wind.&lt;br /&gt;no tv! my livelihood! oh mother nature..why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115202461327428128?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304153.post-115159302943906765</id><published>2006-06-29T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T07:57:09.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ikea! yum!</title><content type='html'>i woke up today.&lt;br /&gt;did the usual routine.&lt;br /&gt;hugged my soft toys.&lt;br /&gt;washed up.&lt;br /&gt;and ate my bread.&lt;br /&gt;drank milk.&lt;br /&gt;changed.&lt;br /&gt;went shoppppppping!&lt;br /&gt;and yes, thats usual routine.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah but i didnt buy much today.&lt;br /&gt;but i bought a fab cap for only S$3!&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;and after that we went to ikea.&lt;br /&gt;yepp. i did the most amazing thing today.&lt;br /&gt;ate ikea meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;m-e-a-t-b-a-l-l-s!&lt;br /&gt;it was so yummmmmmy!&lt;br /&gt;i bet u cant guess how much it cost my wallet!&lt;br /&gt;ok, mum's wallet&lt;br /&gt;a frigging S$3!&lt;br /&gt;and sg its like S$8?&lt;br /&gt;seriously.i could have fainted when i saw the price.&lt;br /&gt;dont tell glenn bout the meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;if she knows its a 3 frigging bucks,&lt;br /&gt;she might get another panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;yay! yum!&lt;br /&gt;and we bought a few stuff from ikea,&lt;br /&gt;and some really cute fingers puppets of animals.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah both sea and land.&lt;br /&gt;i came home to go swim. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;and thn i rem why i dont like swimming.&lt;br /&gt;because, i cant swim.&lt;br /&gt;hahah right.&lt;br /&gt;O O!&lt;br /&gt;I FINISHED FULLHOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;it was damn good.&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;ive never thought korean shows could be so fab.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;its the best.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe it was so good because the show made me&lt;br /&gt;think of someone that i didnt want to rem so much&lt;br /&gt;but that person kept reappearing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;rain(young-jae) reminds me of that someone.&lt;br /&gt;he is a person who may be really fierce and not serious&lt;br /&gt;on the outside,&lt;br /&gt;but inside,&lt;br /&gt;he's really no bigger than a little boy&lt;br /&gt;who has a really fragile heart&lt;br /&gt;and is hiding that angelic smile&lt;br /&gt;without anyone knowing.&lt;br /&gt;if you dont know that person, you'll think he's such a jerk,&lt;br /&gt;because he cannot express himself nor his feelings,&lt;br /&gt;cant say even the simplest things,&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;he's actually someone that feels for you,&lt;br /&gt;someone who'll be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;someone who'll be there to catch your tears.&lt;br /&gt;he may not be able to express his feelings in words,&lt;br /&gt;because he's so shy and prideful to say it,&lt;br /&gt;but you can feel what he wants to say,&lt;br /&gt;and these feelings are the true and pure ones thats priceless.&lt;br /&gt;i mean it. priceless.&lt;br /&gt;he may be strong,&lt;br /&gt;but when u look through his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;you'll see a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;really,&lt;br /&gt;just a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;and that gives you,me,him,her&lt;br /&gt;that sweet smile on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;thats him :D&lt;br /&gt;SO,&lt;br /&gt;WATCH FULLHOUSE PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;a house full of love*&lt;br /&gt;and please remind me to stop drinking coke.&lt;br /&gt;how bout juice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115159302943906765?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115159302943906765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=115159302943906765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115159302943906765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115159302943906765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/ikea-yum.html' title='ikea! yum!'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-115133834706413732</id><published>2006-06-26T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T09:12:27.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bahhhh</title><content type='html'>today's the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;and im not around.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;elgin wont have anyone to trip anymore.&lt;br /&gt;kanta wont have anyone to irritate him with a math.&lt;br /&gt;gwoo wont have anyone to go home with.&lt;br /&gt;wanjun would have one less idiot ard her.&lt;br /&gt;liyun would have one less makan partner.&lt;br /&gt;ringo wont have anyone to provide him gummies.&lt;br /&gt;gracelyn wont have anyone to squeeze her arms and call her a cow.&lt;br /&gt;huimin would have one less person to be lame to.&lt;br /&gt;bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;miss the ol' school days.&lt;br /&gt;oooh ooooh.&lt;br /&gt;im so excited to watch high school musical!&lt;br /&gt;whoo. been wanting to watch it after the commercials were shown on tvee.&lt;br /&gt;but the stupid satellite here cant connect to disney channel and nickelodeon!&lt;br /&gt;so ive gotta watch it on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;hahah thanks xuan yao.&lt;br /&gt;but before i watch that,&lt;br /&gt;im super in love with the korean drama full house.&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;i shld slap myself in front of huimin and gracelyn,&lt;br /&gt;cos they told me it was super nice and everything,&lt;br /&gt;and i just told them that they were dumb to be obssessed over korean dramas.&lt;br /&gt;but ALAS,&lt;br /&gt;i like them too :D&lt;br /&gt;FULL HOUSE!!&lt;br /&gt;a house full of love.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;hye-won has a damn obvious nose and boob job la.&lt;br /&gt;her nose super sharp,&lt;br /&gt;like a witch,&lt;br /&gt;thats why shes such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;rhymes :)&lt;br /&gt;shes super jian in the show man.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;and i think ive been putting on some weight again.&lt;br /&gt;been drinking coke everyday when we eat out.&lt;br /&gt;simply bcos i hate chinese tea and its not safe to drink the water here.&lt;br /&gt;baaah.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i can only survive on coke/sprite.&lt;br /&gt;and many places dont have coke light either.&lt;br /&gt;all the coke is making me heavier,&lt;br /&gt;and sadly, bigger.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;coke kills.&lt;br /&gt;ive came up with a list of hotties from wc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming in first,&lt;br /&gt;we have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/r203411888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/r203411888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RONALDINHO.&lt;br /&gt;he's cute isnt he?&lt;br /&gt;i really like the buck teeth.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/torres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/torres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FERNANDO TORRES!&lt;br /&gt;HOTTIE ALERT! *SIZZLES&lt;br /&gt;spain punk scores!&lt;br /&gt;and wins my heart :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PODOLSKI.&lt;br /&gt;he's a german.&lt;br /&gt;short.&lt;br /&gt;but i think he plays well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;the lengendary beckham.&lt;br /&gt;which my mom pronounces as bacon.&lt;br /&gt;hahah he's hot and good.&lt;br /&gt;did u see the goal he scored against the ecuador match?&lt;br /&gt;damn. 31 years old and he's still kickin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/untitled3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly,&lt;br /&gt;mr japan!&lt;br /&gt;nakata!&lt;br /&gt;i still think his hair is style.&lt;br /&gt;very cool.&lt;br /&gt;go japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buzzzing away like a bee*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115133834706413732?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115133834706413732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=115133834706413732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115133834706413732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115133834706413732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/bahhhh.html' title='bahhhh'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-115099118650560374</id><published>2006-06-22T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T08:46:26.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>been sick for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;but im a lot better now.&lt;br /&gt;just the cough.&lt;br /&gt;so i havent been going out.&lt;br /&gt;but just been going to play pool everyday now.&lt;br /&gt;im improving :)&lt;br /&gt;when i come back i'll own everyone!&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna kick arse!&lt;br /&gt;and today i went to skool to take my mandarin test.&lt;br /&gt;and the front part of the test was super frigging easy.&lt;br /&gt;like they say "my brother likes soccer"&lt;br /&gt;and i'm just supposed to tick the PICTURE with a soccer ball.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt know how to do one of them associated with "tea".&lt;br /&gt;cos i didnt know they meant chinese tea or western tea&lt;br /&gt;cos the pictures says different things.&lt;br /&gt;and the compre was like..for some primary one kid.&lt;br /&gt;maybe they gave me the wrong paper cos&lt;br /&gt;i kinda do look like a pri skool kid i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;but they really do ask silly stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and my compo's title is "my father"(obviously its in chinese dammit).&lt;br /&gt;and it may seem easy,&lt;br /&gt;but i actually paused for quite a bit,&lt;br /&gt;because i blanked.&lt;br /&gt;and didnt know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;500 darn words!&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt churn that out!&lt;br /&gt;i think i wrote a hundred words; which is a lot btw.&lt;br /&gt;then the tough section came.&lt;br /&gt;i had to form sentences with many unfamiliar words&lt;br /&gt;and explain all the su yus and chen yus.&lt;br /&gt;i left that section out.&lt;br /&gt;cos i really couldnt do it&lt;br /&gt;and i had to finish all that in an hr.&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;br /&gt;the front part was really easy&lt;br /&gt;so simple, i think elgin(or even wanjun) would have totally aced it.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, if elgin(OR WANJUN) takes the test,&lt;br /&gt;i think they'll think they rocked the paper.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha wanjun rocks la. no offense, fav sucker! :D&lt;br /&gt;but the tough part was really difficult too.&lt;br /&gt;BUT AFTER A LONG AFTERNOON,&lt;br /&gt;i finally got my results!&lt;br /&gt;WHOO.&lt;br /&gt;and he said&lt;br /&gt;"the mandarin teacher has graded your test and she commented on how good your mandarin is! no problem taking higher mandarin. see you on aug 25th!"&lt;br /&gt;and when i read that,&lt;br /&gt;im like "WTF?"&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was gonna fail.&lt;br /&gt;but no, i passed. and prolly with flying colours.&lt;br /&gt;and my dad once again reminded us bout the standard of mandarin in the british skool.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;damn bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;im actually taking higher mandarin baby!&lt;br /&gt;and im going out of shanghai tmr.&lt;br /&gt;to somewhere i cant rem the what its called.&lt;br /&gt;nanjing or sth.&lt;br /&gt;the long car ride, luckily i packed some biscuits along :D&lt;br /&gt;im still trying to sneak into the gym cos im not 18 yet.&lt;br /&gt;i know. gym gym gym.&lt;br /&gt;nvm. hopefully pool can help me lose weight as well.&lt;br /&gt;self deception.&lt;br /&gt;and tmr gotta wake up early,&lt;br /&gt;AND EAT DONUT FOR BREAKFAST!&lt;br /&gt;three cheers for dough with sugar on top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115099118650560374?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304153.post-115062057699118477</id><published>2006-06-18T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:49:37.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>china</title><content type='html'>HEY!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU GUYS LOADS! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in china now.&lt;br /&gt;still trying to adapt&lt;br /&gt;to all the cheap stuff,&lt;br /&gt;spits everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;and the EXTREME oily foods.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry raied and j,&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i can slim down anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i weighed myself today,&lt;br /&gt;and i put on 2 kg.&lt;br /&gt;in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;and just today,&lt;br /&gt;someone spat on my sister's leg.&lt;br /&gt;she frigging freaked out, and washed her legs la.&lt;br /&gt;she felt damn grossed out,&lt;br /&gt;if it was me, i would too.&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;AND WE BOUGHT EGGTARTS!&lt;br /&gt;HOT FROM OVEN.&lt;br /&gt;i know, the two kg. but..&lt;br /&gt;they look so damn nice!&lt;br /&gt;i'll eat just one.&lt;br /&gt;and 16th-19th weve gone to the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;different ones.&lt;br /&gt;3 different ones.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah everyday we spend so much on food&lt;br /&gt;and household stuff.&lt;br /&gt;ive got soooo much to say.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont really feel well.&lt;br /&gt;cos since ive been here&lt;br /&gt;my throat hasnt been too good.&lt;br /&gt;and my cough's not improving too.&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog again. and add some pictures ya!&lt;br /&gt;so wait.&lt;br /&gt;good stuff are worth waiting :D&lt;br /&gt;and i wont be online too often.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;tagme to reach me.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for all the gifts and well wishes from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I'LL MISS U GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;bye bye singapore, hello china!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-10304153.post-115012800137051916</id><published>2006-06-12T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T09:40:17.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/IMG_1360.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/IMG_1360.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with pris and cris today.&lt;br /&gt;and pris bought a pair of really nice heels!&lt;br /&gt;its nice cos i saw it first,&lt;br /&gt;and since she wanted it,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt fight with her for it.&lt;br /&gt;hahah and there were 2 colours; pink and blue&lt;br /&gt;then she took like 20 mins to decide pink or blue&lt;br /&gt;then she saw another pair of grey ones.&lt;br /&gt;THEN SHE HAD THREE FRIGGING PAIRS TO DECIDE.&lt;br /&gt;another 15mins went by,&lt;br /&gt;and cos i forgot i had facial at 3.30,&lt;br /&gt;i had to rush off.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;then cris msged me AFTER facial to tell me&lt;br /&gt;she bought the PINK ones.&lt;br /&gt;and facial was like..an hr?&lt;br /&gt;ugh. pris pris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to meet up with my primary skool friends!&lt;br /&gt;i was a wee bit late.&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to meet them at 4.30&lt;br /&gt;then i arrived at like..4.50?&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;then we waited till 5.40 for&lt;br /&gt;shermin yuyang and jian le to come.&lt;br /&gt;so long la!&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime i bought milk to drink.&lt;br /&gt;yummy.&lt;br /&gt;and and and we went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;then the guys wanted to pool.&lt;br /&gt;so we took some neoprints and went to pool.&lt;br /&gt;some guy complained bout us saying we didnt look 16!&lt;br /&gt;ass! and he totally got us busted!&lt;br /&gt;and we got kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;so some guys continued playing and the girls did what they do best.&lt;br /&gt;TOOK PICTURES! :D&lt;br /&gt;yepps. had loads of fun taking pics. hahah&lt;br /&gt;and realised how much i missed out by not keeping in touch with them for so long.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to swensens for dessert and&lt;br /&gt;really burnt a hole in yuyang's pocket.&lt;br /&gt;cos he and alex paid. heh.&lt;br /&gt;o yeah. sher paid for dinner. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;then we all took the train home&lt;br /&gt;and made a hell lot of noise when beryl couldnt cross the train thingy.&lt;br /&gt;and that, ended a precious day of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yeah. alex, GET A LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;not the alex frm peru.&lt;br /&gt;the alex from acsi.&lt;br /&gt;he's siao la.&lt;br /&gt;he thinks "asshole, shit you, bloody hell, freak"&lt;br /&gt;are all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; vulgar stuff.&lt;br /&gt;he's insane.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;alex, have u heard what comes out from everyone's mouth now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/IMG_1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/IMG_1350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viv.&lt;br /&gt;the lil girl who stands behind me in queues.&lt;br /&gt;she was the second shortest.&lt;br /&gt;now shes 155. still taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;and shes still skinny! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/IMG_1339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/IMG_1339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come my face so frigging oily?&lt;br /&gt;frigging=getting scolded by alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/IMG_1360.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/IMG_1360.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SUHUI THE MOST MOST MOST!&lt;br /&gt;shes been my friend since i was 3 or 4.&lt;br /&gt;i love this pic,&lt;br /&gt;cos we caught a lil bit of superman behind us.&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;shes retarded as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-115012800137051916?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/115012800137051916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=115012800137051916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115012800137051916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/115012800137051916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/reunion.html' title='reunion'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-114986078823866729</id><published>2006-06-09T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T06:46:28.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH NO!&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT TO MENTION WANJUN ON MY BESTEST BUDDIES LIST.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT SCOLDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU YAP WAN JUN! YOURE MY FAV SUCKERRRR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE YOU LOADSSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114986078823866729?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114986078823866729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=114986078823866729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114986078823866729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114986078823866729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-no-i-forgot-to-mention-wanjun-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-114985817704340413</id><published>2006-06-09T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T06:02:57.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chalet</title><content type='html'>just came back from chalet today.&lt;br /&gt;i slept from 2-7.&lt;br /&gt;hahah and its 8 plus now and im still tired.&lt;br /&gt;chalet was cool,&lt;br /&gt;and i had quite a bit of fun.&lt;br /&gt;even though i didnt go escape or wild wild wet,&lt;br /&gt;i had my fun in the room itself.&lt;br /&gt;and prolly the arcade too.&lt;br /&gt;played intense xbox there.&lt;br /&gt;hahah i played doa2 with kenglam and won him&lt;br /&gt;18-16!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome man.&lt;br /&gt;i actually won a guy in doa.&lt;br /&gt;whooo.&lt;br /&gt;i guess most of us had much fun for the past three days.&lt;br /&gt;but then alex was really mean to pris.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah,&lt;br /&gt;but i guess everything's cool now la.&lt;br /&gt;he apologised and i think she accepted it.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha how sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracelyn's party was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;although bernard said he only had 60% of fun,&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;cos i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;gracelyn hardly ever celebrates her birthday with us,&lt;br /&gt;so it was good that she had a party.&lt;br /&gt;although glenn lied that only a few of us were going,&lt;br /&gt;i already knew because a few of them leaked the secret.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;then we played twister.&lt;br /&gt;the game that ties you up in knots.&lt;br /&gt;hahah it was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;and trust me, the game makes you lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;we were all perspiring after every game la.&lt;br /&gt;yan shan and ringo qere super awesome.&lt;br /&gt;they really can bend and twist every part of their body,&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun to watch them. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;we took some really interesting photos too!&lt;br /&gt;i'll prolly post them in the online photo album when im free!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha then we WALKED to the commonwealth mrt station&lt;br /&gt;from g's house.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty far,&lt;br /&gt;and we had to walk thru some dark alleys&lt;br /&gt;and freaky skools and freaky houses with red curtains.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;after like 15-20 mins we finally reached la.&lt;br /&gt;i was reakky tired by then but at least choochi carried my bag for me.&lt;br /&gt;hahah and thru the dark alleys i was accompanied so i felt less scared.&lt;br /&gt;hahah thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;then i was taking the train and the rest taking bus.&lt;br /&gt;but on the train after lotsa stops i saw kanta in the reflection!&lt;br /&gt;i was super shocked, surprised, speechless.&lt;br /&gt;i really didnt know what to say la.&lt;br /&gt;and he accompanied me all the way to pasir ris when he could have took a bus frm commonwealth.&lt;br /&gt;and since it was the last train on service,&lt;br /&gt;he had to stay at pasir ris macs for a night and leave only the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;im truly grateful&lt;br /&gt;thanks kanta! :D&lt;br /&gt;hahah anyways,&lt;br /&gt;we had lotsa fun with my bestest buddies,&lt;br /&gt;g and g, thia, minz, pearl, raied and j and yen and eggy AND ALL THE OTHER 4A-IANS.&lt;br /&gt;did i leave anyone out?&lt;br /&gt;im really osrry if i did cos im really tired right now&lt;br /&gt;but i cant sleep cos i HAVE TO watch the last episode of the 9 o'clock show tonight.&lt;br /&gt;but 4A is an exceptional class, that i'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;o yes.&lt;br /&gt;i was dared to call ivan to say "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;and when i did, he hung up on me!&lt;br /&gt;that ass man.&lt;br /&gt;then i think he prolly thought it was for real,&lt;br /&gt;cos he msged me today.&lt;br /&gt;*content of msg undisclosed*&lt;br /&gt;BAHH.&lt;br /&gt;its 8.59pm!&lt;br /&gt;tatas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114985817704340413?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114985817704340413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=114985817704340413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114985817704340413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114985817704340413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/chalet.html' title='chalet'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-114958521076642769</id><published>2006-06-06T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T02:13:30.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>super sway.</title><content type='html'>MY UNLUCKYNESS COULD HAVE DESTROYED ME TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;did i wake up on the wrong side of bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went for trng in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;and played a lil bit with shi chang and teck jing.&lt;br /&gt;ex-seniors.&lt;br /&gt;although i won, but that wasnt the unlucky part.&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna go home,&lt;br /&gt;and then it started raining so frigging heavily.&lt;br /&gt;and later my mother miraculously came,&lt;br /&gt;which still ISNT the unlucky part.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to buy lunch back cos&lt;br /&gt;it was raining sooooooo heavily,&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt even see my own fingers&lt;br /&gt;without an umbrella over it.&lt;br /&gt;so its like i opened the car door,&lt;br /&gt;then BAM!&lt;br /&gt;i hit the other car door and made a dent.&lt;br /&gt;its like a small part of the door got smashed,&lt;br /&gt;just like if &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; were to sit on a pingpong ball or sth.&lt;br /&gt;then after that im like "oh oh!"&lt;br /&gt;so i quickly got off the car and went to buy lunch.&lt;br /&gt;THE FLOOR WAS WET.&lt;br /&gt;AND I MISCHIEVOUSLY KICKED THE PUDDLE&lt;br /&gt;THINKING I COULD SPLASH MY SIS AND MAKE HER WET.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i made her wet.&lt;br /&gt;but i was wetter. drenched.&lt;br /&gt;i slipped and fell right on the puddle of water&lt;br /&gt;and got myself wet.&lt;br /&gt;very wet.&lt;br /&gt;but damn it,&lt;br /&gt;i still had to go buy lunch.&lt;br /&gt;freaaaak.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was staring and all,&lt;br /&gt;and it was really embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;then i was standing there making a call home,&lt;br /&gt;and then stanley,&lt;br /&gt;my primary skool mate called out to me.&lt;br /&gt;all i did was stare at him, and i really was staring,&lt;br /&gt;and asked "who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;then *snapped&lt;br /&gt;i remembered!&lt;br /&gt;hahah he still looked pretty much the same.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, he had to see me in my most dirty haggard and ugly state,&lt;br /&gt;then i just broke into a weak* smile, and "HI. =D"&lt;br /&gt;suay like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;then when we left,&lt;br /&gt;wewalked down the steps and was gonna&lt;br /&gt;go into the place without shelter.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;then im like "quick! open the umbrella!"&lt;br /&gt;*take note: the umbrella's WET&lt;br /&gt;then rushing to open the umbrella like some cocked up kiasu freak,&lt;br /&gt;i opened the umbrella and the raindrops before that,&lt;br /&gt;the huge and heavy ones,&lt;br /&gt;they splashed on the guy in front of me and his food,&lt;br /&gt;like right in his face.&lt;br /&gt;he was pretty wet,&lt;br /&gt;but he was nice la.&lt;br /&gt;we gave him some tissues and apologised.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah funny like cock.&lt;br /&gt;so we were both wet.&lt;br /&gt;karma.&lt;br /&gt;its prolly his car that caused the puddle of water.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;then my mum asked "what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;then we just told her the most honest truth.&lt;br /&gt;"o. we had to queue for the stalls so we took a longer time."&lt;br /&gt;and she bought it. BULL'S EYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baaah. im gonna play doa4 now.&lt;br /&gt;the x-box keeps me alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114958521076642769?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114958521076642769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=114958521076642769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114958521076642769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114958521076642769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/super-sway.html' title='super sway.'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-114950564135242038</id><published>2006-06-05T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T04:07:21.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry su!</title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;this was what my childhood bestie posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you really think it wouldnt make a difference?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13 years you really think so?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cant imagine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if wei yi didnt ask you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if wei yi didnt call me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and tell me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;none of pri sch peeps will know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;until one fine day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i call you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and realised that you left singapore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;without telling me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the disappointment will hurt so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pain will kill me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i do appear cold sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe the memories we shared during pri school were not that wonderful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but about 12 or 13 years ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in that church, we laughed, we played&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we were once childhood bestfriends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i didnt care last time because i didnt expect you to leave one day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes i know you will come back &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but still . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eghuix-.blogspot.com/mailto="&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUHUI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;(6/05/2006 06:08:00 PM) I LOVE ME!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just receive a phone call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which almost made my jaw drop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jia is leaving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and she didnt tell me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GREAT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wei yi called me just now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;screaming into the phone as usual&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asking me out next week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then suddenly " eh jia is leaving for china very soon. for few years or something, but she will be back one day, she will be back"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ya she will be back but WHEN?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHEN?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes. i've known this girl since 4 years old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we were bestfriends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we graduated from holy cross kindergarten happily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i thought we would lose contact&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but we entered the same primary school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nan hua primary ((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;different class diferent session&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so we sort of distant already&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but we entered the same class during p5 and p6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and went on to different secondary school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she was a very irritating girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i bet she didnt change a bit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i remember during kindergarten days we both have very long hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the guy sitting behind us will always pull our hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'll hit each other and stuffs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and of cause, we often get caught by teachers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13 years of friendship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHE IS LEAVING SINGAPORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHwthalthough she is quite irritating sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i'll miss getting irritated by you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;miss those days when you'll always push me here and there on the streets &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and say"AHHHH BE CAREFUL (*push suhui real hard ) you see! i just saved you life, i saw an ant crawling."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nonsense right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;although we may disagree with each other and argue sometimes&lt;br /&gt;but 13 years of friendship&lt;br /&gt;who can let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;truckloads of memories la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;hais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can you like at least tell me the exact date that u are leaving&lt;br /&gt;why u are leaving&lt;br /&gt;and when u are coming back ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eghuix-.blogspot.com/mailto="&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUHUI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;(6/05/2006 04:55:00 PM) I LOVE ME!.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no. i must be the meanest person alive.&lt;br /&gt;i never knew not telling her would leave such a huge impact on her.&lt;br /&gt;we were the bestest of the best friends when&lt;br /&gt;we were much younger, and i was much cuter.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;but i never thought not telling her would make such a difference.&lt;br /&gt;holy moley.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;sorry su and weiyi and the whole gang.&lt;br /&gt;this time, its really my bad.&lt;br /&gt;and suhui is irritating as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST.&lt;br /&gt;I'VE A SECRET TO TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;its for your eyes only!&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna let you in on this!&lt;br /&gt;me,&lt;br /&gt;limyujia,&lt;br /&gt;hates the feeling of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;not by boys,&lt;br /&gt;but by her own friends!&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;today she was acting really suspiciously weird.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know la.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just me.&lt;br /&gt;i was pissed all right,&lt;br /&gt;i really was.&lt;br /&gt;but heck la, maybe its pms or sth.&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;br /&gt;*rejected&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114950564135242038?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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SHE WENT SHOPPING?</title><content type='html'>liyun surprises me in the most amazing ways.&lt;br /&gt;like recently,&lt;br /&gt;i could have dieded when i heard the news.&lt;br /&gt;the fatal news.&lt;br /&gt;liyun.&lt;br /&gt;my lovely tomboy who never wears a skirt except skool ones,&lt;br /&gt;actually,&lt;br /&gt;shockingly,&lt;br /&gt;went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;s-h-o-p-p-i-n-g.&lt;br /&gt;if you dont know what it means,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To visit stores in search of merchandise or bargains.&lt;br /&gt;2. To look for something with the intention of acquiring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know guys can also shop.&lt;br /&gt;but for goodness sake its THIA LIYUN.&lt;br /&gt;omgosh la.&lt;br /&gt;PRAISE THE LORD she went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;its really a mission impossible to drag her to go shop with us.&lt;br /&gt;even if she agrees(i dont rmb any occasions she said yes),&lt;br /&gt;she stands at one side and stare/look at her phone/just nods her head,&lt;br /&gt;and when we leave the shop,&lt;br /&gt;shes prolly the happiest person ard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today,&lt;br /&gt;i found out that she went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;i thank the lord.&lt;br /&gt;shopping is a stranger towards her.&lt;br /&gt;she never knew what it truly meant.&lt;br /&gt;and OHMYGOSH,&lt;br /&gt;she did it.&lt;br /&gt;she shopped.&lt;br /&gt;youve grown up thia!&lt;br /&gt;im so proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;*hugs..sniff sniff.*&lt;br /&gt;thats one huge step towards being&lt;br /&gt;what you call a g i r l.&lt;br /&gt;although you may have what a girl has(unlike wanjun..waghahaha!),&lt;br /&gt;you never act as one la!&lt;br /&gt;yay! im so proud of this moment.&lt;br /&gt;quick! take a photo to remember this special day.&lt;br /&gt;*cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAUL TWOHILL&lt;/span&gt; is fab?&lt;br /&gt;well he is. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114941962409049591?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114941962409049591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=114941962409049591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114941962409049591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114941962409049591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/shopping-she-went-shopping.html' title='SHOPPING? 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AHHHH time flies. i was supposed to wake up at 9 today. i dont know for what. but my mum woke me up at 9. then im like "yeah, i will mummy" then i got up. and went back to sleep. then the next time i woke up it was 11.20am and i thought it was only 10 or sth so i went back to bed. then my mum came in at 11.30 and screamed her ass off. shes like "URE STILL SLEEPING?!?!!?" then i knew i was in deep shit. cos i remembered i had a lunch with my whole family. our farewell lunch. yeah its pretty early, but it was the only date we all could make it. so im like shit. and rushed to get changed and all. but we arrived there at like one la. so its alright. not too late. i wore my red jumpers! hahah actually i was wearing a long skirt and i looked 17 or 18. i wanted to look younger. so i wore my jumpers. gahahah. and i looked 12. hahaha i really did. i looked very much like a kid la. darn. i cant seem to ever look 16. I AM SIXTEEN! 15++ to be exact ._. and i love my uncle. he's the bestest and the funniest. hahah never fails to make my day. we all wore black today. my sisters, my cousin, my aunt. hahah and the waiters were all in black too. so he called us to pour him some tea since we looked like the waiters. and he said im the manager cos i had my red jumper on! hahaha go jumper! anyways. he's really funny. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/DSCN0169.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/DSCN0169.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think his daughter is the normal one around.&lt;br /&gt;[the one closest to him]&lt;br /&gt;shes really tall,&lt;br /&gt;well much taller than me,&lt;br /&gt;and shes quite pretty too.&lt;br /&gt;any takers?&lt;br /&gt;whahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/1600/DSCN0171.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5054/408/320/DSCN0171.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my uncle's fooling around again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he has a funny face, doesnt he?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok. i know i look like a kid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dont comment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114941773054145226?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114941773054145226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=114941773054145226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114941773054145226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114941773054145226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/4a-06-love-them-to-bits-its-so.html' title=''/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-114934563274325963</id><published>2006-06-03T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T07:40:32.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>i forgot to add!&lt;br /&gt;i played dead or alive 4 and i prolly lost some weight!&lt;br /&gt;cos it was super vigourous!&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;perspired heaps!&lt;br /&gt;weeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and check out ashlee simpsom's new lips.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha its cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://trent.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114934563274325963?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114934563274325963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=114934563274325963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114934563274325963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114934563274325963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-114934378680818284</id><published>2006-06-03T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T07:09:46.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sads</title><content type='html'>i cut my hair today.&lt;br /&gt;its rather short la.&lt;br /&gt;but its straighter after that.&lt;br /&gt;and i have short fringe!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;dont blame me! its the scissor's fault.&lt;br /&gt;i look like a maid.&lt;br /&gt;and i shld go "yes mum. i'll clean the floors."&lt;br /&gt;its k. im glad theres a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. then my sisters and i went to suntec after that&lt;br /&gt;for the pc show 2006&lt;br /&gt;it was SUUUPERRRRR CROWDED.&lt;br /&gt;super la!&lt;br /&gt;suntec carparks was full.&lt;br /&gt;marina sq carparks was full.&lt;br /&gt;millenia walk carparks were full.&lt;br /&gt;so we just waited outside the carpark and after&lt;br /&gt;what seemed like 10 hours&lt;br /&gt;we finally got in.&lt;br /&gt;they even directed us to a lot.&lt;br /&gt;cool beans.&lt;br /&gt;then we ate at marche(i ate the most as usual),&lt;br /&gt;and went to meet my mum and went to the pc fair.&lt;br /&gt;almost dieded la please.&lt;br /&gt;so many people!&lt;br /&gt;and we bought something.&lt;br /&gt;and im really happy bout it！&lt;br /&gt;xbox360!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;we got it!&lt;br /&gt;it came with some really cool stuff,&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i guess i'll have sth to play with&lt;br /&gt;when im alone in china.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i'll be alone.&lt;br /&gt;jeez.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i played doa 4 with my sis earlier.&lt;br /&gt;and i kept winning!&lt;br /&gt;hahah she aint ruthless enough la.&lt;br /&gt;and the girls all have super huge boobs which are really bouncy&lt;br /&gt;cos they dont wear bras.&lt;br /&gt;ugh. uber sick man.&lt;br /&gt;so i used all the male characters.&lt;br /&gt;they looked nicer.&lt;br /&gt;but we only bought it on one condition.&lt;br /&gt;THAT I CANT GET HOOKED ON IT!&lt;br /&gt;no..no..&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop now.&lt;br /&gt;its fun.&lt;br /&gt;too fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sudden craving for cookies!&lt;br /&gt;any kind of cookies！&lt;br /&gt;mrs fields, baking boys, subway cookies&lt;br /&gt;but not famous amos.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like them. i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;i love the other three! yumyum.&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;now the craving of donuts is setting in.&lt;br /&gt;its ten at night. and im not going to eat anything fattening.&lt;br /&gt;no im not.&lt;br /&gt;donuts!&lt;br /&gt;the ones with sugar on top.&lt;br /&gt;or chocolate rice toppings!&lt;br /&gt;or chocolate coated peanuts!&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;food glorious food.&lt;br /&gt;donuts my yummy donuts;&lt;br /&gt;its calling out for me!&lt;br /&gt;its calling..&lt;br /&gt;arghh.&lt;br /&gt;i'll stop myself. i wont touch it.&lt;br /&gt;im so proud of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114934378680818284?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114934378680818284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=114934378680818284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114934378680818284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114934378680818284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/06/sads.html' title='sads'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-114891751911496214</id><published>2006-05-29T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T08:45:19.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>class outing!</title><content type='html'>all my bags are packed,&lt;br /&gt;im ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i packed my bags to be shipped over today.&lt;br /&gt;whoa! super many things la!&lt;br /&gt;i packed from 10-2. straight.&lt;br /&gt;nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;i only stopped for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;i really have soo many things!&lt;br /&gt;now my room feels so empty.&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks. and i'll be off.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna think about what will happen on that day,&lt;br /&gt;i know its gonna be teary for them,&lt;br /&gt;but i AM going to hold any tears back&lt;br /&gt;and not embarrass myself in front of my juniors.&lt;br /&gt;so after that,&lt;br /&gt;yuni/wendy msged me for a really sudden date.&lt;br /&gt;and so i did.&lt;br /&gt;and she was late for 45 mins!&lt;br /&gt;cos she forgot her wallet and had to go home to get it.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;and so she treated me to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that we went to marina square cos we're having a&lt;br /&gt;class dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;we ate at billy bombers.&lt;br /&gt;but we were extremely troublesome customers.&lt;br /&gt;i would have blew my top if i was the manager or the waiter there.&lt;br /&gt;they were really patient people!&lt;br /&gt;*claps&lt;br /&gt;the boys made their orders alr&lt;br /&gt;and after that, they changed it&lt;br /&gt;and the waiters had to rush to the chefs to tell them to not cook the orders.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha but those people really deserve the best customer service or sth.&lt;br /&gt;if theress such an award.&lt;br /&gt;maybe next time i'll come up with it or sth la.&lt;br /&gt;yepps. and so after that we made a fool out of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;and my clumsy hands did it again!&lt;br /&gt;i knocked over my drink "pink pussy cat" and all the ice spilled over the table.&lt;br /&gt;hahah whoopsies.&lt;br /&gt;the drink was awesome btw.&lt;br /&gt;and i think those people were so mad,&lt;br /&gt;they actually gave us free chocolate cake which were on the house.&lt;br /&gt;i din eat it though.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha but i heard that it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;yepps. then we mucked around the restaurant and left.&lt;br /&gt;we were hanging outside the restaurant and me, minz, wan jun and glenn&lt;br /&gt;were exchanging shoes to wear.&lt;br /&gt;i wore minz's high heels and i was so friggin tall!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOT!&lt;br /&gt;it feels good to be tall.&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt walk properly.&lt;br /&gt;was super unstable and wobbly,&lt;br /&gt;and i walked like an overweight robot with malfunctioned steel limbs.&lt;br /&gt;jeez. heels.&lt;br /&gt;then i bent down to wear my birks properly.&lt;br /&gt;then stupid wan jun did too.&lt;br /&gt;then our heads knocked so hard against each other la!&lt;br /&gt;SO FRRRREAKING PAIN!&lt;br /&gt;my head was aching after that.&lt;br /&gt;so frigging pain until i cant stand even the sight of shopping,&lt;br /&gt;and cant stand the sight of my favourite word "sale".&lt;br /&gt;so i went home with bio tan and elaine.&lt;br /&gt;hahah! we were pretty far away frm the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;but i spotted the bus la.&lt;br /&gt;then we were like,&lt;br /&gt;"is that 77?"&lt;br /&gt;"shit! it is!"&lt;br /&gt;"wanna run?"&lt;br /&gt;"naaah. we wait for the next bus la"&lt;br /&gt;then the next minute,&lt;br /&gt;we found ourselves running like crazy for the stupid durbrain bus.&lt;br /&gt;AND WE CAUGHT IT! ((:&lt;br /&gt;amazing man.&lt;br /&gt;so actually ran.&lt;br /&gt;then miss tan's like&lt;br /&gt;"yujia, i'll remember this day."&lt;br /&gt;hahah cos she havent ran in ages.&lt;br /&gt;running feels good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114891751911496214?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114891751911496214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=114891751911496214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114891751911496214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114891751911496214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/class-outing.html' title='class outing!'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-114880504562522083</id><published>2006-05-28T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T01:30:45.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SONG OF THE DAY__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, i'll do it too&lt;br /&gt;Show me everything and tell me how&lt;br /&gt;It all means something&lt;br /&gt;And yet nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;I can see there's so much to learn&lt;br /&gt;It's all so close and yet so far&lt;br /&gt;I see myself as people see me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i just know there's something bigger out there&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know, can you show me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know about these&lt;br /&gt;Strangers like me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, please show me&lt;br /&gt;Something's familiar about these strangers like me&lt;br /&gt;Every gesture, every move that she makes&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel like never before&lt;br /&gt;Why do i have&lt;br /&gt;This growing need to be beside her&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, these emotions i never knew&lt;br /&gt;Of some other world far beyond this place&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the trees, above the clouds&lt;br /&gt;I see before me a new horizon&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know, can you show me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know about these strangers like me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, please show me&lt;br /&gt;Something's familiar about these strangers like me&lt;br /&gt;Come with me now to see my world&lt;br /&gt;Where there's beauty beyond your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the things i feel&lt;br /&gt;Right now, with you&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;There's a world i need to know&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know, can you show me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know about these strangers like me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, please show me&lt;br /&gt;Something's familiar about these strangers like me&lt;br /&gt;...i wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phil collins&lt;br /&gt;strangers like me&lt;br /&gt;OST for tarzan the movie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114880504562522083?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114880504562522083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=114880504562522083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114880504562522083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114880504562522083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/song-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-114880448992317745</id><published>2006-05-28T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T01:21:29.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah.</title><content type='html'>i woke up pretty early today.&lt;br /&gt;like at 10.30am.&lt;br /&gt;well, its a SUNDAY la please.&lt;br /&gt;then i watched fairly oddparents!&lt;br /&gt;i haven watched it in ages!&lt;br /&gt;hahah timmy turner is really cute!&lt;br /&gt;with his pink cap.&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of the song "geek in the pink" by jason mraz&lt;br /&gt;its a superb song!&lt;br /&gt;ta ta ta, ta ta ta do do do do do do do..&lt;br /&gt;ohkay.&lt;br /&gt;then i watched the suite life of zack and cody on disney channel!&lt;br /&gt;lovessss disney channel!&lt;br /&gt;and the show rocks too.&lt;br /&gt;lame but really hilarious. hahah&lt;br /&gt;super bimbotic also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to westmall cos my mum is getting a new fone.&lt;br /&gt;and we ate at sakae sushi.&lt;br /&gt;standard low like crap la.&lt;br /&gt;their food sucks!&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;and i met ruth there.&lt;br /&gt;hahah she didnt recognize me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to harbourfront later.&lt;br /&gt;cos my grandparents are going to church(surprisingly).&lt;br /&gt;so we gotta to wait for them anyways,&lt;br /&gt;so my mum decided to fool around harbourfront since we are all so frigging free.&lt;br /&gt;oh yah.&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to meet ringo later.&lt;br /&gt;for something really dumb.&lt;br /&gt;to pass him my prefect badge.&lt;br /&gt;stupid right? wah kao.&lt;br /&gt;he go all the way there to take a pathetic prefect badge.&lt;br /&gt;hahah i bet he just dont wanna study chinese&lt;br /&gt;and is making an excuse to go out or sth la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sec 4. and im free when theres the chink Os tmr.&lt;br /&gt;mr goh la.&lt;br /&gt;the "wo zai kan zhe ni".&lt;br /&gt;4a should know.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, he doesnt want me to take the exam.&lt;br /&gt;he says i'll probably get an f9 in the paper&lt;br /&gt;since im not taking two components.&lt;br /&gt;he say, anyways you'll get an f9, might as well dont take.&lt;br /&gt;its cos he doesnt want the passing percentage to drop,&lt;br /&gt;or else mr david lau will spank his arse.&lt;br /&gt;damn idiotic la.&lt;br /&gt;or i'll be mugging now. like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;except wan jun.&lt;br /&gt;who is slacking.&lt;br /&gt;anyways her chinese also cannot make it type la.&lt;br /&gt;go for millions of jiang also super no use one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;im looking for a song.&lt;br /&gt;called "thats what friends are for"&lt;br /&gt;anyone has that song?&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*get off my back, get out of my sight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114880448992317745?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114880448992317745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=114880448992317745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's the man- 3 out of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the hedge- 3 and a half out of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched she's the man today.&lt;br /&gt;phew!&lt;br /&gt;the guy's HOOOOT. sizzling hot.&lt;br /&gt;2 GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;wah lau.&lt;br /&gt;i think they're called CHANNING TUTOM &amp; JAMES KIRK.&lt;br /&gt;must watch!&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;i went to buy my books today.&lt;br /&gt;wah lau. frigging thick and the words are smaller than ants la!&lt;br /&gt;how am i gonna finish reading them?&lt;br /&gt;and its all bout philosophy, the world, politics and all that stuff they feed into ur brain to make sure you appear intellectual but actually all ur brain is is none other than a hardware of a computer.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met someone today.&lt;br /&gt;bumped into him in town.&lt;br /&gt;we didnt talk much.&lt;br /&gt;i very much wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;but he was with his other half.&lt;br /&gt;other half.&lt;br /&gt;i think i would be lying if i said i wasnt affected.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i'll feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;but i think its an instanteneous thing.&lt;br /&gt;cos i dont feel as bad now.&lt;br /&gt;im a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;must be the philosophy book that woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still waiting for my wake up call*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114874340510369130?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114874340510369130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=114874340510369130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114874340510369130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114874340510369130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-114846734876078223</id><published>2006-05-24T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T03:42:28.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hooo</title><content type='html'>wah lau.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's imitating hard gay.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;its getting damn effing irritating.&lt;br /&gt;"hoooo!", "okayyy", "say say say!"&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with these people?&lt;br /&gt;irritating sia.&lt;br /&gt;hard gay is hilarious, but with these people imitating him&lt;br /&gt;it isnt gonna be funny anymore!&lt;br /&gt;esp choochi.&lt;br /&gt;worst case, even shakes ass like him. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people people i know i have to leave,&lt;br /&gt;people people please fufil my one and only wish.&lt;br /&gt;KILL IVAN NG JUN BING.&lt;br /&gt;that bloody bastardized asshole.&lt;br /&gt;if it wasnt for the fact that you lent me tissue during the exam,&lt;br /&gt;i would have splashed water in your face&lt;br /&gt;and made sure you bow in front of me and apologize.&lt;br /&gt;and also kowtow to me until your forehead bleeds or sth.&lt;br /&gt;ivan, one more step.&lt;br /&gt;just one more frigging step,&lt;br /&gt;youre minced meat.&lt;br /&gt;asshole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last two days in school.&lt;br /&gt;my days are really numbered.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i sound like i have cancer.&lt;br /&gt;but, its been a great 3 and a half years&lt;br /&gt;and the JOHNNY FAMILY will strive to greater heights!&lt;br /&gt;hahah and our secret johnny handsign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KILL IVAN NG JUN BING.&lt;br /&gt;KILL IVAN NG JUN BING.&lt;br /&gt;KILL IVAN NG JUN BING.&lt;br /&gt;KILL IVAN NG JUN BING.&lt;br /&gt;KILL IVAN NG JUN BING.&lt;br /&gt;KILL IVAN NG JUN BING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114846734876078223?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114846734876078223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=114846734876078223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEY RAIED..&lt;/span&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;I BLOGGED!&lt;br /&gt;whoo.&lt;br /&gt;the past two weeks has been rather hectic.&lt;br /&gt;exam period.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone's mugging.&lt;br /&gt;next week is my last two days of exams!&lt;br /&gt;but i aint studying them cos its the hopeless kind.&lt;br /&gt;ADD MATH.&lt;br /&gt;if i pass, i'll cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE IN A BOWL SHAPE.&lt;br /&gt;cool beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my one and only wish:&lt;br /&gt;pass geog.&lt;br /&gt;when miss chua told us the badly failed full of shit and trash results,&lt;br /&gt;i swear i wanted to stuff a bucket of fries into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;sooooo many frigging of us failed.&lt;br /&gt;i am such a mindless moron.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna fail geog.&lt;br /&gt;i might die.&lt;br /&gt;and eat chocolates before i do that.&lt;br /&gt;shit la.&lt;br /&gt;oh. i can cheer myself up.&lt;br /&gt;by practising my HEALTHY LIFESTYLE! ((:&lt;br /&gt;eat&amp;sleep&amp;amp;eat&amp;sleep&amp;amp;eat&amp;sleep&lt;br /&gt;anyone gamed for it?&lt;br /&gt;IM SURE JEREMY TAN AND RAIED WILL GLADLY JOIN IN.&lt;br /&gt;and weiling too!&lt;br /&gt;the fattys.&lt;br /&gt;weiling&amp;amp;i; fattys power&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO LOSE SOME MEAT.&lt;br /&gt;i'll exercise. really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care who thinks they are GAY.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll have to admit this.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;i love back&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;street boys!&lt;br /&gt;i know they are gay&lt;br /&gt;wearing their armani exchange no buttons shirt,&lt;br /&gt;but their songs are nice!&lt;br /&gt;gay: yes&lt;br /&gt;talented: YES&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;go back&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;street boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my love for you is deep and meaningless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114743381601799853?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114743381601799853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=114743381601799853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114743381601799853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114743381601799853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/05/raied-its-for-you.html' title='raied! its for you!'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-114329160573355220</id><published>2006-03-25T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T05:00:05.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>banner!</title><content type='html'>went to skool for chem today.&lt;br /&gt;miss jacq chee's so nice!&lt;br /&gt;she bought us curry puffs!&lt;br /&gt;for breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;so nice of her.&lt;br /&gt;hahah yummy although it was oily.&lt;br /&gt;yups. i know. i shld have resisted.&lt;br /&gt;i shldnt have eaten it.&lt;br /&gt;its like im signing a form to enter QUEST FIT la.&lt;br /&gt;i just signed "y".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then g-unit [gracelyn, glenn], minz and liyun&lt;br /&gt;came over today&lt;br /&gt;to paint the banner.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;we had it out in my balcony at first,&lt;br /&gt;then soooooo freakkking hot la!&lt;br /&gt;they used an umbrella to shield me&lt;br /&gt;from the stupid heat that was absorbed by my black shirt.&lt;br /&gt;then our sweat drops keep dripping on the banner.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah! gross.&lt;br /&gt;then SUDDENLY,&lt;br /&gt;it rained la!&lt;br /&gt;wah lau.&lt;br /&gt;we had to activate the rainy-day evacuation plan.&lt;br /&gt;i said we shld have done a drill before that&lt;br /&gt;but they didnt believe.&lt;br /&gt;see?&lt;br /&gt;we almost made the banner wet la.&lt;br /&gt;we should have had a drill la!&lt;br /&gt;those girls just dont listen.&lt;br /&gt;then after that we painted it in another room.&lt;br /&gt;then we had quite a bit of fun painting the banner la.&lt;br /&gt;gracelyn, our PROFESSIONAL PAINTER,&lt;br /&gt;WHO FINALLY HAS A NATURAL ABILITY TO PAINT,&lt;br /&gt;did our touch ups very nicely.&lt;br /&gt;to think mrs anthony said gracelyn's&lt;br /&gt;artwork made her lose her appetite for recess!&lt;br /&gt;hahah! what a loser.&lt;br /&gt;then we had paint all over our&lt;br /&gt;hands,&lt;br /&gt;arms,&lt;br /&gt;legs,&lt;br /&gt;foot.&lt;br /&gt;irritating man.&lt;br /&gt;i smelt like paint after that la!&lt;br /&gt;smelly welly~&lt;br /&gt;but we finally completed painting the banner! yay.&lt;br /&gt;soooo accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;its nice cos i said so.&lt;br /&gt;so yea,&lt;br /&gt;the banner's nice.&lt;br /&gt;but we put in a lot of hard work k!&lt;br /&gt;4a-ians better appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;then when they left,&lt;br /&gt;my relatives came.&lt;br /&gt;from both sides of the fam.&lt;br /&gt;bout 50 people.&lt;br /&gt;had to entertain them la.&lt;br /&gt;but i just sat there and ate.&lt;br /&gt;didnt really tok to them at all.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. unlike my sister.&lt;br /&gt;shes playing with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;aww, how touching!&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh.&lt;br /&gt;i ate macs today for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;plus diet coke.&lt;br /&gt;i shld slap myself now.&lt;br /&gt;its macs i ate.&lt;br /&gt;macs.&lt;br /&gt;i officially signed "u" on the form.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114329160573355220?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114329160573355220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=114329160573355220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114329160573355220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114329160573355220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/03/banner.html' title='banner!'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-114321162085806899</id><published>2006-03-24T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T06:47:00.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired!</title><content type='html'>SUANE SAYS I DONT UPDATE ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;NOT TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;SO IM GONNA UPDATE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the win the cookie for a day thingy is damn moronic.&lt;br /&gt;although it is highly lame and irresistably funny&lt;br /&gt;whenever someone goes up there to&lt;br /&gt;collect THE cookie,&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna win it.&lt;br /&gt;cos the cookies are so cute!&lt;br /&gt;it looks yummy too.&lt;br /&gt;why doesnt she ever call my name?&lt;br /&gt;i'll gladly run up there to collect&lt;br /&gt;THE cookie and nibble it slowly in class.&lt;br /&gt;too bad.&lt;br /&gt;no luck la.&lt;br /&gt;must go free more birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant rem what happened in class today.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;argh. forget it.&lt;br /&gt;im so tired now my brains are gonna&lt;br /&gt;explode.&lt;br /&gt;boom.&lt;br /&gt;training drained my energy&lt;br /&gt;and i had the meet the parents session duty earlier.&lt;br /&gt;tireddddd.&lt;br /&gt;and i frigging forgot to bring money to skool today.&lt;br /&gt;im surprised i survived.&lt;br /&gt;or i would have fainted frm hunger.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;like siruste today.&lt;br /&gt;fainted outside the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;scared the freak out of miss chua.&lt;br /&gt;i hope they're both ok now.&lt;br /&gt;raied's gonna let me in on a secret later!&lt;br /&gt;yay so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait. 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title='tired!'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-114265314081937794</id><published>2006-03-17T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T19:39:00.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad bad fever</title><content type='html'>omfg.&lt;br /&gt;having fever sucks.&lt;br /&gt;worse.&lt;br /&gt;high frigging fever.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday morning i was fine.&lt;br /&gt;until after A math.&lt;br /&gt;then i got headache.&lt;br /&gt;and my forehead got pretty hot.&lt;br /&gt;so i cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;and took my temperature.&lt;br /&gt;38.2!&lt;br /&gt;geez.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and woke up at 5. i slept for like 5 hours la.&lt;br /&gt;then i took my temperature agn.&lt;br /&gt;39!&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;whoever said the old chinese methods like&lt;br /&gt;putting a cold towel on ur forehead will bring down ur temperature,&lt;br /&gt;YOU SUCK LA.&lt;br /&gt;cos that didnt work on me.&lt;br /&gt;i did that and my temperature rised to 39.8.&lt;br /&gt;dangit.&lt;br /&gt;so i waited for my mum to come home&lt;br /&gt;and bring me to the docs.&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;on such a fine saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;im home.&lt;br /&gt;sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114265314081937794?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114265314081937794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>THE LADY'S BACK!&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;had fun in shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;but cold.&lt;br /&gt;my mum said it was 20 plus degree&lt;br /&gt;so i only brought a thin denim jacket&lt;br /&gt;and a pullover.&lt;br /&gt;but when we got there..&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS 0-7 DEGREES LA.&lt;br /&gt;we totally din bring enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;then there was this angmoh guy who&lt;br /&gt;was introducing this place called "puxi"&lt;br /&gt;in shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;and the way he read it was "pussy".&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt help and burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;o boy,&lt;br /&gt;i was damn embarrassed la.&lt;br /&gt;stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;i love otahs!&lt;br /&gt;so im eating it now.&lt;br /&gt;i know jeremy tan is gonna say&lt;br /&gt;theyre all going to my tummy, thighs and ass.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;i love otahs!&lt;br /&gt;im gonna eat one more now~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-10304153.post-114182654012778050</id><published>2006-03-08T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T06:05:41.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>captain's balllll</title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS FUN.&lt;br /&gt;although we frigging got scolded&lt;br /&gt;by mrs DASSinator today&lt;br /&gt;for being late for her class.&lt;br /&gt;which wasnt REALLY our fault.&lt;br /&gt;THE GUYS LA.&lt;br /&gt;they stayed back during pe to do pull ups&lt;br /&gt;then yan shan had the key.&lt;br /&gt;and we got scolded for it!&lt;br /&gt;and shes in a damn bad mood today.&lt;br /&gt;she says she FLABBERGASTED.&lt;br /&gt;so english + lit.&lt;br /&gt;then miss cherlyn tan din come today!&lt;br /&gt;i had to tell her some stuff but she din come.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant tell her tmr either.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant get my ppr today too.&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to la.&lt;br /&gt;cos i aint attending skool on thurs and fri.&lt;br /&gt;im going overseas ((:&lt;br /&gt;yay. early holiday.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;and after skool we had the prefects' captain ball game.&lt;br /&gt;YAY. WELFARE WON.&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;we rock.&lt;br /&gt;totally.&lt;br /&gt;im glad my little chicks had fun today.&lt;br /&gt;since im their mother hen.&lt;br /&gt;but my back was actually fine today.&lt;br /&gt;then after i played it became damn pain la.&lt;br /&gt;dangit.&lt;br /&gt;but at least i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;which was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;and seeing my com members BOND,&lt;br /&gt;its definitely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;yipee.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S PE ROCKED TOO.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;we ran four rounds.&lt;br /&gt;then after that the girls played tug-o-war.&lt;br /&gt;and the guys played pushball.&lt;br /&gt;both against 4h.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;tug o war was damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt pull properly when i saw the girl on the other side pulling.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously HAD to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;so we lost our set.&lt;br /&gt;then the next grp pulled too.&lt;br /&gt;we stood next to them cheering&lt;br /&gt;and mrs araffin was like&lt;br /&gt;"1,2,3 PULLLLLL!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;mrs araffin=esther&lt;br /&gt;she was soooo funny.&lt;br /&gt;but not as hilarious as that girl.&lt;br /&gt;her expression was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;we all couldnt pull la.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to esther,&lt;br /&gt;we finally won one set!&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;then the 4h girl was like saying in chinese&lt;br /&gt;"haiyah. win one only"&lt;br /&gt;but we lost gloriously ok.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;theyre sore winners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's sports heats.&lt;br /&gt;good luck competitors!&lt;br /&gt;esp xuan yao keng lam and i cant rem who else is running tmr.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha OH YAH,&lt;br /&gt;AND TO HUIMIN AS WELL.&lt;br /&gt;shes the time recorder.&lt;br /&gt;if she doesnt do it well,&lt;br /&gt;"i'll kill you with the brightness of my head!"&lt;br /&gt;mr loh shrieks.&lt;br /&gt;so wish her luck for timing and recording the time.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;good luck guys!&lt;br /&gt;and girls.&lt;br /&gt;i cant rem who is running too.&lt;br /&gt;liyun!&lt;br /&gt;hahah good luck babe!&lt;br /&gt;and xuan yao,&lt;br /&gt;may the hichew give you luck!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;jia you ya everyone!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go pack and stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;dont miss me too much!&lt;br /&gt;bye guys. &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;tj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh baby dont forget about us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114182654012778050?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114182654012778050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=114182654012778050' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;damn heng.&lt;br /&gt;finished it just in time for cme.&lt;br /&gt;AND YEA.&lt;br /&gt;WE'VE GOT THE BEST GRP LA!&lt;br /&gt;we had 14 votes&lt;br /&gt;ringo's grp had 13!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;so we get two extra points each.&lt;br /&gt;so tiring la.&lt;br /&gt;then esther made rings for us ((:&lt;br /&gt;so sweet of her.&lt;br /&gt;so professional la.&lt;br /&gt;there are even glitter on it to make it look like diamonds!&lt;br /&gt;like 20 carats la.&lt;br /&gt;she made them with aluminium foil.&lt;br /&gt;so nice.&lt;br /&gt;sadly,&lt;br /&gt;i lost it in the hall today.&lt;br /&gt;wah lau.&lt;br /&gt;damn sad la.&lt;br /&gt;my ringgggggg.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i had my meeting in the hall today.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha so hot.&lt;br /&gt;then when it ended i went for the guys training.&lt;br /&gt;to watch.&lt;br /&gt;and play with pris.&lt;br /&gt;but i played a while only i stopped.&lt;br /&gt;my back ached ah.&lt;br /&gt;so i had to stop.&lt;br /&gt;although i didnt want to,&lt;br /&gt;but my stupid back was hurting so i couldnt&lt;br /&gt;damn my kidneys/spinal cord/back/whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to the nearby store to TRY&lt;br /&gt;and get some chocs for my retarded potential wife beater&lt;br /&gt;elgin tan wei kwang.&lt;br /&gt;cos its his bdae tmr!&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;the abuser is finally officially 16 tmr!&lt;br /&gt;i hate my stupid abuser cum maths tutor.&lt;br /&gt;but i have to get him sth la.&lt;br /&gt;or he'll complain&lt;br /&gt;and might abuse me.&lt;br /&gt;extreme high possibility.&lt;br /&gt;but hahah!&lt;br /&gt;the store didnt sell chocs la.&lt;br /&gt;so i came home.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;i must buy chocs with nuts but not m&amp;amp;ms.&lt;br /&gt;he's soooooo picky.&lt;br /&gt;im stinky and smelly and dirty&lt;br /&gt;but im sitting on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;my sister's bed.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;whoo.&lt;br /&gt;and i know bryant's gonna be reading this post soon&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;HI BRYANT. ((:&lt;br /&gt;pris loves daniel.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;tj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my portrait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114173080691729399?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114173080691729399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=114173080691729399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114173080691729399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114173080691729399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/03/boo.html' title='boo'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-114165162065822627</id><published>2006-03-06T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T05:27:00.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my back..</title><content type='html'>today was crazy man.&lt;br /&gt;i went to skool and chionged cme.&lt;br /&gt;cos its like tmr.&lt;br /&gt;and we haven done a shit.&lt;br /&gt;so we rushed it, and still is gonna rush it tmr.&lt;br /&gt;then had the stupid lame sports day meeting.&lt;br /&gt;which lasted damn long&lt;br /&gt;and so i didnt have time for lunch cos had to go for training.&lt;br /&gt;then during training my back got worse.&lt;br /&gt;and i really mean worse.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt get up after sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;and thats NOT cause im too fat.&lt;br /&gt;but my back.&lt;br /&gt;it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;bad.&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt resist the temptation of playing.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt just sit there and watch other pple play.&lt;br /&gt;so i had to play.&lt;br /&gt;i played a match with pris&lt;br /&gt;and after that my back was burning.&lt;br /&gt;i think ive got kidney disease.&lt;br /&gt;cos it was my kidneys that were painful.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i probably have that disease.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;now it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;and i promised cris i'll go for guys' trng tmr.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant even carry my skool bag la.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts everytime i carry it.&lt;br /&gt;im dead.&lt;br /&gt;my back hurt like shit today.&lt;br /&gt;that totally sucked.&lt;br /&gt;it was so painful i could cry!&lt;br /&gt;now it hurts too.&lt;br /&gt;dammit la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid&lt;br /&gt;glenn,&lt;br /&gt;minz,&lt;br /&gt;liyun,&lt;br /&gt;gracelyn&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;wanjun&lt;br /&gt;for not reminding me to print my stupid cme stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i told them at least three times to remind me la!&lt;br /&gt;lucky i remembered!&lt;br /&gt;or miss wee will kill us.&lt;br /&gt;and yen and esther will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. tmr my mum's meeting mr lau.&lt;br /&gt;scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;tj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of you&lt;br /&gt;i never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;because of you&lt;br /&gt;i learned to play on the safe side so i wont get hurt&lt;br /&gt;because of you&lt;br /&gt;i find it hard to trust not only me but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;because of you&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114165162065822627?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114165162065822627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=114165162065822627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114165162065822627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114165162065822627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-back.html' title='my back..'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-114154791581938118</id><published>2006-03-05T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:38:35.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>indo fever</title><content type='html'>had my last tuition today.&lt;br /&gt;she moved to punggol.&lt;br /&gt;so she aint coming anymore.&lt;br /&gt;then i fell asleep on my bed after that.&lt;br /&gt;woke up only when my mum said we're going for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;hahah only when theres food the beast awakes.&lt;br /&gt;we ate indonesian food&lt;br /&gt;at some new restaurant nearby.&lt;br /&gt;k la. not bad.&lt;br /&gt;quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;they had super good curry! hhaha&lt;br /&gt;then after that we went ntuc and bought stuff.&lt;br /&gt;then when we came home i slacked ard and now im planning to go sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;im so tired these days.&lt;br /&gt;skool is draining my energy.&lt;br /&gt;esp when you need more energy to overcome things&lt;br /&gt;that aint so nice in skool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired.&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;So won't you kill me,&lt;br /&gt;so I die happy.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours to fill or burst to break or bury or wear as jewellery,&lt;br /&gt;which ever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;tj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114154791581938118?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114154791581938118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=114154791581938118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114154791581938118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114154791581938118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/03/indo-fever.html' title='indo fever'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-114113353135512479</id><published>2006-02-28T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T05:32:11.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tmr half day.</title><content type='html'>mr lau went crazy and decided to give us a half day tmr.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;i hope he goes crazy more often.&lt;br /&gt;half day.&lt;br /&gt;half day.&lt;br /&gt;half day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i have to hand in add maths homework tmr.&lt;br /&gt;what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;tai tais dont need to know bout differentiation!&lt;br /&gt;and psychologists too!&lt;br /&gt;"we dont need differentiation to survive!"&lt;br /&gt;shouts the tai tais and psychologists.&lt;br /&gt;which so coincidentally happens to be my future job ((:&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MY MATHS PEER TUTORING TUTOR.&lt;br /&gt;ELGIN TAN WEI KWANG.&lt;br /&gt;that abuser.&lt;br /&gt;he abuses me in class and runs me down&lt;br /&gt;everytime i do badly in tests.&lt;br /&gt;what crappy tutor is he? damn.&lt;br /&gt;stupid elgin la.&lt;br /&gt;abuser.&lt;br /&gt;like serious abusing k.&lt;br /&gt;even made in cry in class the other time.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;but no choice.&lt;br /&gt;he's my frigging tutor.&lt;br /&gt;and there isnt a word such as "deprove"&lt;br /&gt;hahah glen band one leh!&lt;br /&gt;toot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;my skin is tearing.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114113353135512479?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114113353135512479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=114113353135512479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114113353135512479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/114113353135512479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/tmr-half-day.html' title='tmr half day.'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-114094200889976495</id><published>2006-02-26T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T00:20:08.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sianzzz</title><content type='html'>sorry i haven been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;but ive really got no time!&lt;br /&gt;tests everyday,&lt;br /&gt;homework piling,&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks la.&lt;br /&gt;yay i finally blogged today.&lt;br /&gt;my only free day.&lt;br /&gt;just came back from queenstown cc to get the signature&lt;br /&gt;from this steven chiang for my nyaa shit.&lt;br /&gt;i watched final destination 3 yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and the show's kiinda haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;its not bad la.&lt;br /&gt;but i dunno, it shows how fragile life is.&lt;br /&gt;its like haunting me la.&lt;br /&gt;i felt weird after the show.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just me,&lt;br /&gt;i dunno,&lt;br /&gt;life has been so thin since last year.&lt;br /&gt;everything's just so..&lt;br /&gt;wrong.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its your fault,&lt;br /&gt;maybe its mine,&lt;br /&gt;but im sure after some time&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY HAO YANG.&lt;br /&gt;I UPDATE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; WENT TO YOUR BLOG ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-114094200889976495?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/114094200889976495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>we lost.&lt;br /&gt;to st margs.&lt;br /&gt;3-2.&lt;br /&gt;so frigging close!&lt;br /&gt;we can win one la!&lt;br /&gt;if only i played better today.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was too tired.&lt;br /&gt;and my contacts were too dry.&lt;br /&gt;i played like shit.&lt;br /&gt;pure shit.&lt;br /&gt;like cock la!&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;sorry liyun.&lt;br /&gt;mingying and kelly we love you!&lt;br /&gt;we know u guys played damn hard today.&lt;br /&gt;fight like siao.&lt;br /&gt;its ok.&lt;br /&gt;we understand.&lt;br /&gt;although we lost,&lt;br /&gt;we were so frigging high in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong with us?&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday was a bad valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;so sian la.&lt;br /&gt;no homework today.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;no mood to go put colours la.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha bye blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-10304153.post-113965688594082019</id><published>2006-02-11T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T03:21:25.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i not stupid too!</title><content type='html'>went to skool early this morning for lessons.&lt;br /&gt;hahah lit at 8.&lt;br /&gt;chem at 10.&lt;br /&gt;and for chem,&lt;br /&gt;less than 20 people turned up.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha shows how ENTHU my class is bout lessons on saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;then i went for the welfare outing.&lt;br /&gt;we ate lunch together and played at action city together&lt;br /&gt;and even took neoprints!&lt;br /&gt;HOLY.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha we actually squeezed 9 people in the machine!&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE SKINNY PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;then we watched i not stupid too.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;so frigging touching la&lt;br /&gt;EVEN ZAC AND YIT SENG CRIED.&lt;br /&gt;o yea. we went to the arcade too.&lt;br /&gt;in the end cheryl and livia pang se-d me and went back!&lt;br /&gt;then i was the only girl watching the damn show.&lt;br /&gt;it was cinema 6 then we went to 7-10.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;then the muvee person wasnt there&lt;br /&gt;and it was cordoned off la.&lt;br /&gt;then we just removed the elastic shit and went in.&lt;br /&gt;in the end found it was the wrong cinema.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;and i got blamed again lor.&lt;br /&gt;as usual lor.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;then after that we were the last group of 7 people&lt;br /&gt;to enter the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;then when we were finding seats we made a hell lot of noise.&lt;br /&gt;hahah someone sat at our seats la!&lt;br /&gt;seat thief!&lt;br /&gt;but in the end we sat back at our seats.&lt;br /&gt;whoo.&lt;br /&gt;and the muvee was rather touching.&lt;br /&gt;ok.  not rather.&lt;br /&gt;very.&lt;br /&gt;even the boys cried la.&lt;br /&gt;hahah those losers!&lt;br /&gt;then after that we slacked ard for a lil while after meeting&lt;br /&gt;ringo and kanta.&lt;br /&gt;then we slacked ard again then went home.&lt;br /&gt;today is thaipusam day.&lt;br /&gt;the day the indians celebrate some festival.&lt;br /&gt;so orchard was packed with indians.&lt;br /&gt;with the poky stuff pierced thru their bodies.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;scary la.&lt;br /&gt;then that bloody ringo actually said sth like&lt;br /&gt;"all the black people here.."&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAU EHH.&lt;br /&gt;IN FRONT OF SOOOOOO MANY OF THEM LA.&lt;br /&gt;stupid ringo and his careless mouth.&lt;br /&gt;then ringo promised to pay raynard 50 bucks&lt;br /&gt;if he dared jaywalk in front of the two policeman controlling the traffic.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;then he was like so enthu bout gettin his 50 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;in the end he made up some lousy logic&lt;br /&gt;and tried to rip ringo's 50 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;anyways raynard was soooo kind today.&lt;br /&gt;he told ringo to not pay him.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;i took 77 with kanta.&lt;br /&gt;then when i got off i walked home.&lt;br /&gt;then when i reached home i saw kanta at my house.&lt;br /&gt;then im like&lt;br /&gt;"what the hell are u doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;my mouth probably dropped when i saw him la.&lt;br /&gt;he actually stopped 2 stops after me and walked home&lt;br /&gt;to make sure i was safe.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;thanks anyways!&lt;br /&gt;im gonna eat now.&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;br /&gt;yum.&lt;br /&gt;food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-113965688594082019?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113965688594082019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=113965688594082019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113965688594082019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113965688594082019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-not-stupid-too.html' title='i not stupid too!'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-113905499214287831</id><published>2006-02-04T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T04:09:52.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun with dick and jane</title><content type='html'>i woke up at &lt;strong&gt;7 &lt;/strong&gt;today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEVEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh.&lt;br /&gt;had lit class at eight.&lt;br /&gt;wah lau.&lt;br /&gt;oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;huimin was retarded again today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i told her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"im only free till 2"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then she actually said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"then can u watch the muvee at 3.50 pm?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i could have laughed till my head rolled off la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end we went to watch &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;fun with dick and jane&lt;/span&gt; at 10.10.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;rather funny la.&lt;br /&gt;but a bit unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;but its alright la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3 out of five stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jim carrey was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;its carrey right?&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;he reminded me of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CHEW TUAN JIAW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has like &lt;em&gt;retarded actions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but funny.&lt;br /&gt;then after that we went to lloyd's hse&lt;br /&gt;gamble again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE'RE ADDICTED LA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esp lloyd!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;me, minz, szu, wendy, lkj, kev.&lt;br /&gt;i left his place pretty early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i still won money.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;so yea.&lt;br /&gt;had to come home early cos i have guests.&lt;br /&gt;jeez.&lt;br /&gt;they all just left.&lt;br /&gt;now i can rest.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta do homewrk la.&lt;br /&gt;BORRRRRRING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-113905499214287831?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113905499214287831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=113905499214287831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113905499214287831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113905499214287831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/fun-with-dick-and-jane.html' title='fun with dick and jane'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-113898022961789116</id><published>2006-02-03T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T07:23:49.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pris, be strong.</title><content type='html'>hey.&lt;br /&gt;this post is specially&lt;br /&gt;for my very good and irritating buddy&lt;br /&gt;priscilla chow.&lt;br /&gt;her mum has recently fainted&lt;br /&gt;and is currently in ICU now.&lt;br /&gt;blood vessel in brain burst.&lt;br /&gt;weird, but true.&lt;br /&gt;hey pris,&lt;br /&gt;be strong ok?&lt;br /&gt;u know how impt ure to ur mum.&lt;br /&gt;u cant afford to drop now.&lt;br /&gt;u have to be strong and side by her side,&lt;br /&gt;and fight her thru this.&lt;br /&gt;ok?&lt;br /&gt;dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;everything's gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;as youve said,&lt;br /&gt;god creates miracles.&lt;br /&gt;im sure he'll create one specially for you.&lt;br /&gt;and if u ever need a shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;mine's vacant ((:&lt;br /&gt;i ESPECIALLY hate it whenever you and ur grubby fingers touch me.&lt;br /&gt;but this time,&lt;br /&gt;i'll make it an exception k?&lt;br /&gt;take care.&lt;br /&gt;stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;she really needs u to be there now.&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOU PRIS.&lt;br /&gt;we're here all the way for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIM:&lt;br /&gt;GET INTO NATIONALS.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;try our very best to win st margs and chij tp!&lt;br /&gt;queenstown badminton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-113898022961789116?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304153.post-113897594695066320</id><published>2006-02-03T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T06:12:26.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fmss!</title><content type='html'>today is the start of our tournaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;first skool : fmss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WE WON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4-1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the match that we lost was to weijin's cousin lor!&lt;br /&gt;hahah his cousin is good la.&lt;br /&gt;and shes very cute too.&lt;br /&gt;but she looks different from the last time i saw her.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha must be my contacts again.&lt;br /&gt;but its okies.&lt;br /&gt;we know ming ying and kelly did their best.&lt;br /&gt;they were probably too nervous la.&lt;br /&gt;but im sure we're gonna lose the next match.&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;with rgs lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;confirm 100% plus chop with warranty card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WILL LOSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;come on la,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;they're like national champions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lau.&lt;br /&gt;then after my fmss match today,&lt;br /&gt;my opponent cried la.&lt;br /&gt;i felt quite bad after that.&lt;br /&gt;cos 2 years ago,&lt;br /&gt;i lost to her too.&lt;br /&gt;and i too cried.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;YES IMMA LOSER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when she cried today,&lt;br /&gt;i understand how she felt.&lt;br /&gt;yepps.&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;then we saw like a really HOOOOOT girl today la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;from chij tp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;WAH LAU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ITS DAMN UNFAIR LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;she has like super super super nice and LONG legs la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;then when she hit the shuttle v hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;her whole shirt flew up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RIGHT UP TO HER BRA LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;hoooot man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;not one ounce of fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit man.&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;she's practically like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;A TREE BRANCH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;and im extremely close to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;THE TREE TRUNK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her legs were soooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;toned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;slim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tanned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet bernard will confirm like lor!&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;not fair not fair not fair not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;not fair not fair not fair not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;not fair not fair not fair not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;not fair not fair not fair not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;not fair not fair not fair not fair.&lt;br /&gt;not fair not fair not fair not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we went back,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;victorious ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victorious.&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of vic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh,&lt;br /&gt;she cant go online or cannot blog.&lt;br /&gt;we all miss vic!&lt;br /&gt;while im blogging this post,&lt;br /&gt;im on the fone with her now!!&lt;br /&gt;WHOO.&lt;br /&gt;me, szu, mandaa, lloyd, wendy, lkj(also known as MOTIVE BOY)&lt;br /&gt;all talking to her now.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i miss vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i miss vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i miss vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i miss vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i miss vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i miss vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i miss vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i miss vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i miss vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i miss vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i miss vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i miss vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i miss vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i miss vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;VIC U ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;haha hurry fly back!&lt;br /&gt;vic u can be the &lt;strong&gt;queen&lt;/strong&gt; la.&lt;br /&gt;just come back quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;i read something from olivia's nick today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;if you love him, let him go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;if he comes back to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;then you'll know he's yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;if he doesn't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;then you know it's never meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naaaaah im tired.&lt;br /&gt;bye blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-113897594695066320?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113897594695066320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=113897594695066320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113897594695066320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113897594695066320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/fmss.html' title='fmss!'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-113888573915898857</id><published>2006-02-02T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T05:08:59.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>juniors attack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;CHESTER WOO&amp;TOMMY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;ACTUALLY READS MY BLOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;AND THEY SAY MY BLOG'S FUNNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;IT TOTALLY ISNT LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;WAH LAU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;WHEN THE JUNIORS ATTACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the c div girls won st margs today!&lt;br /&gt;3-2&lt;br /&gt;so happy for them!&lt;br /&gt;the b div boys lost though.&lt;br /&gt;hahah sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STUPID RYAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RINGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RAYMOND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RAYNARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KANTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;they ponned the meeting today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i had to frigging lie for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;them k!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lau ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;they owe me for nuts man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMR WE'RE PLAYING AGAINST FMSS!&lt;br /&gt;whoo. tough match.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck! ((:&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-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;hopeless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;not hopeless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-113888573915898857?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113888573915898857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=113888573915898857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113888573915898857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113888573915898857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/02/juniors-attack.html' title='juniors attack.'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-113863257539541071</id><published>2006-01-30T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T06:49:35.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye vic..</title><content type='html'>today is the day she leaves.&lt;br /&gt;my dearest beloved victoria tan li hao.&lt;br /&gt;she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;today,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she really left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm sorry i abused you vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you can abuse me all you want nw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and call me JIAJIA for all you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;or or or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll pay you double for manicures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and triple for pedicures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and you could tease me a million times with you-know-who!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;vic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LURBBESX EUU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(im totally un-ahlian.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;vic i really miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;its gonna be a huge change for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;that cracky voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and super irritating laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and your rotten finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT I DONT MIND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love those disguisting features of yours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i miss you vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;come back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;VICTORIA TAN LI HAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanks for the joy youve given me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and the courage you granted me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;to encourage me to not give up what i love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;jue wang jiu si xi wang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll never forget ohkay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey vic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i will be here dont you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;cos you'll be in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;last words of vic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;"my heart belongs; here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;bye vic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;haoyang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'll miss you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;although you said frigg you to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;its okies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;come back soon yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;thanks for your msg though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;all the best over there alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;continue looking so goth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;its cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ive understood the true meaning of GOTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bye leem how yamn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;have fun and keep in contact ohkay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vic's auntie ah.&lt;br /&gt;pushed us DAMN hard la.&lt;br /&gt;i fell forward ohkay.&lt;br /&gt;wah lau&lt;br /&gt;me and szu both kenna la.&lt;br /&gt;SIAO AH.&lt;br /&gt;her aunties dragged vic away from us la.&lt;br /&gt;like mtv liddat.&lt;br /&gt;they dragged her away from us.&lt;br /&gt;then reluctantly,&lt;br /&gt;she left.&lt;br /&gt;leaving her heart right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that we went to wendy's hse to bai nian.&lt;br /&gt;then after that came to my house&lt;br /&gt;TO GAMBLE.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;lloyd lost the most i think.&lt;br /&gt;LEE KANG JIE'S THE BIG WINNER.&lt;br /&gt;wah lau.&lt;br /&gt;motive boy!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha everything lkj does have a motive!&lt;br /&gt;cannot trust.&lt;br /&gt;right szu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;vic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;we really love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;we dont want you to go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but we want you to be happy over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;bye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-113863257539541071?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113863257539541071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=113863257539541071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113863257539541071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113863257539541071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/bye-vic.html' title='bye vic..'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-113843830726218397</id><published>2006-01-28T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T00:51:47.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang baos tmrrrr</title><content type='html'>SPRING CLEAN!&lt;br /&gt;i spring cleaned today.&lt;br /&gt;all my old and small clothes.&lt;br /&gt;took them out.&lt;br /&gt;planning to give them to my younger cousin&lt;br /&gt;when shes back from germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIAN IF U READ THIS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IVE GOT NEW CLOTHES FOR YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepps.&lt;br /&gt;then i cut my fringe.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE CUT IT MYSELF LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nw i have short fringe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short fringe.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;wanted to save my 3 bucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and the tiring walk to the salon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo&lt;br /&gt; TMR'S THE OFFICIAL CNY DAY 1!&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;ang baos again.&lt;br /&gt;and new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;so fun.&lt;br /&gt;and we get to eat goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;like PINEAPPLE TARTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yum yum yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been eating since 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;which explaines why my sickness aint recovering.&lt;br /&gt;geez.&lt;br /&gt;i cant resist the tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;theyre like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"eat me eat me! im yummy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so i'll be like "ok i'll eat just one".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;then another one says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"eat me! im yummier!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so i have &lt;em&gt;no choice&lt;/em&gt; but to eat that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i finished the pineapple tarts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having another reunion dinner later.&lt;br /&gt;then after that going chinatown perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;go get the squeezy and hot atmosphere of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;and eat more pineapple tarts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;o yea. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happie birthday xuan yao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;she'll like you someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;im sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-113843830726218397?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113843830726218397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=113843830726218397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113843830726218397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113843830726218397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/ang-baos-tmrrrr.html' title='ang baos tmrrrr'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-113810607926526420</id><published>2006-01-24T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T04:34:39.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SONG OF THE DAY__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that&lt;br /&gt;I was such a fool to ever let go of you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know I said we'd be better off alone&lt;br /&gt;It was time that we moved on&lt;br /&gt;I know I broke your heart,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to break your heart&lt;br /&gt;But baby here I am&lt;br /&gt;Banging on your front door&lt;br /&gt;My pride spilled on the floor&lt;br /&gt;My hands and knees are bruised and I'm crawling back to you&lt;br /&gt;Begging for a second chance&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna let me in?&lt;br /&gt;I was running from the truth and now&lt;br /&gt;I'm crawling back to you&lt;br /&gt;I know you're in there and you can make me wait&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna wait&lt;br /&gt;It's the place that I can do, just to tell you face to face&lt;br /&gt;I was lying to myself, now I'm dying in this hell&lt;br /&gt;Girl I know you're mad, I can't blame you for being mad&lt;br /&gt;But baby here I am&lt;br /&gt;Banging on your front door&lt;br /&gt;My pride spilled on the floor&lt;br /&gt;My hands and knees are bruised and now&lt;br /&gt;I'm crawling back to you&lt;br /&gt;Begging for a second chance&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna let me in?&lt;br /&gt;I was running from the truth and now&lt;br /&gt;I'm crawling back to you&lt;br /&gt;If you could see these tears I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;Touch these hands that can't stop shaking&lt;br /&gt;Hear my heart that's barely beating&lt;br /&gt;You will see a different man&lt;br /&gt;But baby here I am&lt;br /&gt;Banging on your front door&lt;br /&gt;My pride spilled on the floor&lt;br /&gt;My hands and knees are bruised and&lt;br /&gt;I'm crawling back to you (come on)&lt;br /&gt;Begging for a second chance&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna let me in? (let me in)&lt;br /&gt;I was running from the truth, now&lt;br /&gt;I'm crawling back to you&lt;br /&gt;Banging on your front door (darling)&lt;br /&gt;My pride spilled on the floor&lt;br /&gt;I was running from the truth, now&lt;br /&gt;I'm crawling back to you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm crawling back to you&lt;br /&gt;Crawling back to you&lt;br /&gt;Crawling back to you&lt;br /&gt;Crawling back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawling back to you&lt;br /&gt;backstreet boys&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But baby here I am&lt;br /&gt;Banging on your front door&lt;br /&gt;My pride spilled on the floor&lt;br /&gt;My hands and knees are bruised and&lt;br /&gt;I'm crawling back to you (come on)&lt;br /&gt;Begging for a second chance&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna let me in? (let me in)&lt;br /&gt;I was running from the truth, now&lt;br /&gt;I'm crawling back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-113810607926526420?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113810607926526420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=113810607926526420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113810607926526420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113810607926526420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/song-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-113810543919317317</id><published>2006-01-24T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T04:23:59.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bruised</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tiramisu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; later!&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;last episode.&lt;br /&gt;just went to docs today.&lt;br /&gt;finally decided to do so after so many days&lt;br /&gt;of being damn sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just heard crawling back to you today.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised the song is damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;anways today was pretty moody at skool.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CME &lt;/span&gt;cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;the encouragement thingy.&lt;br /&gt;MY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;THEY CARE.&lt;br /&gt;esp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;G &amp; G,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;minz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;thia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;choochi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;pearl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;bruiseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i saw her in our skool uniform today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;congrats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-113810543919317317?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113810543919317317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=113810543919317317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113810543919317317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113810543919317317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/bruised.html' title='bruised'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-113776912701919869</id><published>2006-01-20T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T06:58:47.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;im sick.&lt;br /&gt;dead sick.&lt;br /&gt;sick sick sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i keep coughing and sneezing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONSTOP.&lt;br /&gt;the sneezing part sucks la.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOST MY FILE TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;ITS MY FILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the sacred file that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;decides whether i live or die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY STUPID FILE WENT MISSING.&lt;br /&gt;my life literally depends on it la!&lt;br /&gt;like i have my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; inside it!&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;my poor poor file.&lt;br /&gt;suffering alone in the cold night.&lt;br /&gt;i hope someone found it.&lt;br /&gt;HOPEFULLY.&lt;br /&gt;wah lau la.&lt;br /&gt;then today im damn frigging tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;prob cause of training,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and the "bloody" time ive been having these few days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;constant cramps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;contact lens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;PILING HOMEWORK,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and the lost of my file,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I FEEL DAMN TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single day.&lt;br /&gt;i come home.&lt;br /&gt;eat.&lt;br /&gt;tv at 9.&lt;br /&gt;then study.&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;omgosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nightmareeeee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yeah. nine o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;love concierge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST WATCH KAYYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ruqing damn bitchy la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lau.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thomas ong super good looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid ruqinggggg.&lt;br /&gt;super angry at her la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SHE PRETENDED TO BE PREGNANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;how lame is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;someone was AMAZINGLY NICE today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess guess!&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;ITS PRISCILLA CHOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;shes superbly nice today la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;like after training, it was pretty dark and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then she was SUPER worried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;something bad was gonna happen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so she waited till my bus came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then she took it with me la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SO SWEEEEEET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;as in, she keep persuading me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;go to a less deserted area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but i refused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so she stayed with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;then she msged me to tell me to take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and text her when im home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a caring friend la.&lt;br /&gt;jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;IM TOUCHED TO TEARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*sobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pris, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THANKS A MILLION ZILLION TRILLION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&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-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;t             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-113776912701919869?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113776912701919869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=113776912701919869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113776912701919869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113776912701919869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/sick_20.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-113751223168069875</id><published>2006-01-17T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T07:37:11.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>just completed A maths-ing&lt;br /&gt;with my almost-exploding brain.&lt;br /&gt;was sick after skool today.&lt;br /&gt;like sick.&lt;br /&gt;whole body was numb.&lt;br /&gt;like it wasnt mine.&lt;br /&gt;had to walk home with my&lt;br /&gt;frigging heavy skoolbag.&lt;br /&gt;oh jesus crap.&lt;br /&gt;had a hard time man.&lt;br /&gt;it was weird la.&lt;br /&gt;giddy and whole body was literally numb.&lt;br /&gt;i walked home.&lt;br /&gt;and for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;i thought dog poop smell pretty much like perfume.&lt;br /&gt;i must be really sick.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to skool tmr la.&lt;br /&gt;got chem test.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna pon.&lt;br /&gt;but my body disallows it.&lt;br /&gt;crap la.&lt;br /&gt;my fingers are way too numb to type alr.&lt;br /&gt;no mood to make any colours or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;i have no mood.&lt;br /&gt;EXTREME dark eye rings.&lt;br /&gt;sleepyhead in class.&lt;br /&gt;not completing homework on time.&lt;br /&gt;oh no.&lt;br /&gt;its bad man.&lt;br /&gt;and maths is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;bloody differentiation.&lt;br /&gt;and i have a meeting tmr la.&lt;br /&gt;shoot.&lt;br /&gt;im really sick this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-113751223168069875?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113751223168069875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=113751223168069875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113751223168069875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113751223168069875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-113638496117831618</id><published>2006-01-04T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T06:41:53.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit holeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>FIRST DAY TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;cos i ponned yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;and i had to chiong for my seat la.&lt;br /&gt;wah lau.&lt;br /&gt;must fight with ivan and glenn lum&lt;br /&gt;for the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;skool was as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;new sec ones.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;small and tiny people&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE FUNNIEST THING HAPPENED TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what im gonna say is gonna be &lt;em&gt;deep shit&lt;/em&gt; la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;AND I MEAN IT LITERALLY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;sorry chiu mun.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;i couldnt help laughing like&lt;br /&gt;a retarded corkhead when i heard bout you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you fell in a shithole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;like in the sewage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND U REEKED OF SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;OF THE PEOPLE OF ANCHORAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes, the story has got to me.&lt;br /&gt;youre so dead tmr la.&lt;br /&gt;kenna suaned like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OMG LA.&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT BELIEVE U FELL IN&lt;br /&gt;WHILE LISTENING TO JAY ON DARREN'S IPOD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and there was shit on ur face when they saw u struggling&lt;br /&gt;outta the hole.&lt;br /&gt;that sucks la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHIU MUN.&lt;br /&gt;I SUPPORT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;GO SUE THE WORKERS LA.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if i was the one who fell in SHIT,&lt;br /&gt;my mum will prob sue the workers like no one's business la.&lt;br /&gt;besides,&lt;br /&gt;ur fone is gone.&lt;br /&gt;ur uniform is gone.&lt;br /&gt;UR FACE IS GONE.&lt;br /&gt;wah lau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DAMN FRIGGING FUNNY LA PLS.&lt;br /&gt;laughed like mad.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;you fell in shit.&lt;br /&gt;zomg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-10304153.post-113630186947152303</id><published>2006-01-03T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T07:24:29.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from kl.</title><content type='html'>BACKKKK FROM KL.&lt;br /&gt;was watching&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; tiramisu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"all that matters is that i have you and you have me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now all you have to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is to shut up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kiss me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-alex poustra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then they kissed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my heart either melted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;or my limbs turned soggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;all i did was sunk down my seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and watched them kiss on national tvee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG. SOOOOO SWEEEEET.&lt;br /&gt;and its alex poustra for heaven's sake!&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;A.L.E.X.P.O.U.S.T.R.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im jealous.&lt;br /&gt;omg. who cares.&lt;br /&gt;like he knows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;hopefully one day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if he knows me.&lt;br /&gt;who frigging cares.&lt;br /&gt;he's just..&lt;br /&gt;alex poustra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a normal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;good looking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;smoking hot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;drop dead gorgeous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;frigging handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young guy who happens to be on tvee.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH WHO CARES BOUT ALEX POUSTRA LA PLS.&lt;br /&gt;this is outrageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;omg they kissed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on national tvee.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-113630186947152303?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113630186947152303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=113630186947152303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113630186947152303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113630186947152303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-from-kl.html' title='back from kl.'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-113595517822953192</id><published>2005-12-30T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T07:06:18.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh.</title><content type='html'>i am NOT in kl yet.&lt;br /&gt;ITS TMR.&lt;br /&gt;like saturday 31st dec 2005.&lt;br /&gt;i cant celebrate countdown la.&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am im so not in a good mood nw.&lt;br /&gt;sianzzz.&lt;br /&gt;some asshole thinks HE'S so big.&lt;br /&gt;oh pls.&lt;br /&gt;shuddup and look into a mirror la fat ass.&lt;br /&gt;dont judge me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-113595517822953192?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113595517822953192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=113595517822953192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113595517822953192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113595517822953192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/argh.html' title='argh.'/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-113591092090187439</id><published>2005-12-29T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T18:48:40.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzz</title><content type='html'>yesterday i was supposed to have tuition la.&lt;br /&gt;like at night.&lt;br /&gt;then we had tuition for like an hr then she went home alr.&lt;br /&gt;cos she said i look way too damn tired to have tuition.&lt;br /&gt;so she said i wont be getting anything in.&lt;br /&gt;so she went home.&lt;br /&gt;alamaks.&lt;br /&gt;but she's right la.&lt;br /&gt;i was super tired yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;then when she left one hr plus later i went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is gonna be another sianzzzz day la.&lt;br /&gt;wa piang.&lt;br /&gt;going to yen;s hse later to do the stupid chem proj.&lt;br /&gt;then have to go collect my contacts.&lt;br /&gt;JEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;tmr im going to kl.&lt;br /&gt;means gotta wake up early agn la.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-113591092090187439?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113591092090187439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=113591092090187439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113591092090187439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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some updated pictures bout the trip.&lt;br /&gt;IF I HAVE ALR UPDATED THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;i went out with huimin today.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i told her i was still in the states&lt;br /&gt;and i'll chiong back today just to go out with her.&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY im sure she bought the story la.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah that dumbgirl.&lt;br /&gt;but when i called her today she totally knew i faked it alr la.&lt;br /&gt;hahah anyways.&lt;br /&gt;we went out today and watched &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;king kong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;shit man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;king kong was so darn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TOUCHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;so frigging sad la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huimin was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; unsensitive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didnt cry a single drop of tear.&lt;br /&gt;she was like checking to see if i was crying&lt;br /&gt;by putting her face in front of mine during the sad part.&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAU EHH.&lt;br /&gt;ruin the sad atmosphere la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanted to slap her&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah then she keep laughing and making comments.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID MINZ.&lt;br /&gt;then she actually bought a levi's shirt la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I REPEAT : &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A LEVI'S SHIRT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I SUGGEST WE ROB HER TMR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please. im desperate for HER cash.&lt;br /&gt;o.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to meet my mumsie for dinner at this place called&lt;br /&gt;"the soup spoon".&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its called the spoon soup.&lt;br /&gt;i cant rem la.&lt;br /&gt;either one.&lt;br /&gt;which obviously ONLY sells soups.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha weird shop.&lt;br /&gt;but it was ohkay la.&lt;br /&gt;somehow my mumsie went like bonkers today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;SHE ACTUALLY WENT SHOPPING DURING OFFICE HOURS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;ZOMG LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jeez. must be the jetlag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;OMG LIM HAO YANG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;YOU BETTER COME BACK SOON I TELL YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;OR IM GONNA FLY TO AUS AND MURDER U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;BY SNAPPING UR NECK BONE AND FEEDING UR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;REMAININGS TO THE DOGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;AND THROW UR BONES TO SKULL ISLAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;am i too harsh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;NO IM NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;COME BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;COME BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;COME BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;how can u leave ur bestie without saying goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-113578181526016417?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10304153.post-113458265638752826</id><published>2005-12-14T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T09:50:56.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sel's</title><content type='html'>a lil tribute to selwyn-&lt;br /&gt;cos that moronic toot wanted this&lt;br /&gt;so im just fulfilling his birthday wish ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;selwyn im nice right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"YES." selwyn shouts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPIE BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SELWYN&lt;/span&gt;! ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOURE &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; BY WHOEVER READS THIS POST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;333&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-113458265638752826?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113458265638752826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=113458265638752826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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then tag five more people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch much TV these days.&lt;br /&gt;I love olives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I own lots of books.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched porn movies.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm TOTALLY smart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm paranoid at times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have fresh breath in the morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have long hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was born in a country outside of the U.S.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way that I look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to cornrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think prostitution should be legalized.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Britney Spears is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Slept with a Suitemate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy window shopping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would rather shop than eat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with my Xanga or Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't hate anyone, I dislike them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I currently like someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;I am a member of the Tom Green fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have at least 5 away messages saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol before. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on Xanga or Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbor or chum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy some country music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch soap operas whenever I can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have went out on date with a close friend's ex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like surveys/memes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am happy at this moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Democrat.&lt;br /&gt;Conservative Republican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I go for older guys/girls, not younger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I study for tests most of the time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;I can work on a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my job.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in prophetic dreams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think water rules.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;I am adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like sausage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a pyro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love the Red Sox.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thrown up from crying too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I adore bright colors.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Dear Abby.&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think school is awesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think pigtails serve a purpose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't like multi-textured ice cream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think John Cusack is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;I f**king hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays.&lt;br /&gt;I watch Food Network way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love coaching youth sports.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I would not be friends if they weren't family.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love vaginas.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know who Santos L. Halper is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read trashy romance novels and I am ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;I love wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a goal to collect every Johnny Depp movie ever made.&lt;br /&gt;I have an unhealthy Taco Bell obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have had a crush on a cartoon character when I was a kid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent more on anime and manga than many spend on computers or other high end products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm nursing a craving for hokkien mee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one true thing about me: i really think alex poustra is much hotter than Johnny Depp. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people to do this quiz: jiro, xuan yao, minz, pris, raied&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10304153-113455133606442916?l=itsdatoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/feeds/113455133606442916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10304153&amp;postID=113455133606442916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113455133606442916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10304153/posts/default/113455133606442916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsdatoes.blogspot.com/2005/12/rules-bold-following-that-are-true.html' title=''/><author><name>pink-rawks-whee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01996898697913361124</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-10304153.post-113454937005429660</id><published>2005-12-14T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T00:36:10.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jeez.</title><content type='html'>jeez. haven been bloggin for some time now.&lt;br /&gt;lazy la.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be on hols tmr!&lt;br /&gt;so i wouldnt blog for some time.&lt;br /&gt;YIPEE.&lt;br /&gt;finally on hols.&lt;br /&gt;a getaway frm my hectic holiday life.&lt;br /&gt;PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;its &lt;em&gt;selwyn's&lt;/em&gt; birthday today&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;happie birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i'll msg him &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; during the last minute!&lt;/span&gt; hahahah&lt;br /&gt;that idiot.&lt;br /&gt;he promised my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;present&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;SELWYN REM AH!&lt;br /&gt;i told him i'll buy him &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;autentic barney products&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;then he promised SIMPLE PLAN at his birthday bash.&lt;br /&gt;a promise he didnt keep la.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha SO, he has to give me a christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;happie birthday lemon lizard! 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