<?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-7275921</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:10:18.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7275921.post-113448561521092431</id><published>2005-12-13T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T06:57:51.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why hello! I'm back :D (d-uh!) How's the new layout? I did it on photoshop, and yeah it's kinda sucky but hey! my first time man! (: Yupppp! Imma do frames and add a tagboard yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright not gonna bullshit much, goodnight and God bless all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-113448561521092431?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/113448561521092431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=113448561521092431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/113448561521092431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/113448561521092431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-hello-im-back-d-d-uh-hows-new.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112929228157664646</id><published>2005-10-14T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T05:19:15.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, bye blogger. Hello livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma come back, just maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112929228157664646?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112929228157664646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112929228157664646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112929228157664646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112929228157664646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-bye-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112783512306769149</id><published>2005-09-27T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T08:36:53.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>164: Pyschochild's Frustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not get too invovled with people in general. I'm afraid I might not be able to take it if our once close friendship changes for the worst. I hate it when things change, and how awkward it becomes. It keeps happening, keeps happening in school and now it's spilling over. Maybe it's my fault that I can't get friendships right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk too much to myself. At best, to mirrors or inanimate objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think too much and freak myself out a lot. I don't know what's wrong with me these few days. I need to hold on to something that won't fall apart, even if it's an illusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112783512306769149?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112783512306769149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112783512306769149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112783512306769149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112783512306769149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/09/164-pyschochilds-frustration-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112766565069072517</id><published>2005-09-25T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T09:27:30.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONESIXTHREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matty is my granniepantiebestie : D Hahaha, bleddy hilarious ok! I think I studied too much Chemistry, I'm damn high now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoho, I was surfing Friendster just now 'cause I was DAMN bored. And I read a very interesting profile, hehehe it's so funny it makes me happy. + My photo captions are damn Gay (:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarence is so damn gullible. He's so blur, he'll believe almost everything you say. Anyways, we had to do our "chicken backside" forfeit. I couldn't stop laughing plz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the brand of the perfume you use?"&lt;br /&gt;"Chicken backside."&lt;br /&gt;"What do you love?"&lt;br /&gt;"Chicken backside."&lt;br /&gt;"What's your boyfriend's name?"&lt;br /&gt;"Chicken backside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Polar Bear and The Animal Game during church! : DD teeheehee. Eh the guys were damn sexist k, they killed off almost all the girls in Polar Bear &gt;( As expected, Marcus was the first to be voted dead. Regardless of whether he was a polar bear or not, lmfao. Alex and I contemplated running away to the toilet 'cause we didn't want to play the silly badminton game HAHAHA. Sher did okay! Funny laaaa. Jiaen looks so cute with braces : DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once dreamt that I dominated the world okay! So exciting right (:(:(: And then I forced everyone to play with Barbie dolls HAHAHA, if they disobeyed I would shoot them from my sitting position in bed xD I think I dreamt of this last year? Okay hahaha my dreams are thoroughly strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaspz ohnoez, promotional exams! English paper's tomorrow, rest of the papers commence the week after English paper. Pfft, ends on the 17th. Sarah and I are gonna mug Chemistry tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez, lubbiezmuackiez buaiz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112766565069072517?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112766565069072517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112766565069072517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112766565069072517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112766565069072517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/09/onesixthree-matty-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112749441752167450</id><published>2005-09-24T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T06:51:03.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>162: Zomgwtfchocobaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my happyshinypretty shades today! My god-given ability of carelessness never ceases to amaze me. Raaaaah ): I'm gonna cry &lt;em&gt;liaoz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, watched the Brothers Grimm today, with Stanley. The Queen's damn ugly and scary. I kind of got lost in Marina Square :/ Hells, I was freezing my ass off in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, my pimple's almost gone yay : D I should go and throw a coin into the swimming pool downstairs and wish for good complexion till the day I die harharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating wild berry skittles, damnit I'm so gay. Eh I want chocobaby too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and, me and, all this wishful thinking!&lt;/em&gt; Zomg, I love Brandtson to hells wooh, they're safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yehyeh, Happy Birthday Vanessa Wong SPACESPACESPACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Fung is a &lt;em&gt;xiaolang&lt;/em&gt;! We have 27 questions on trigonometric identities for the weekend. Wowyaycheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, I want my shades back ): Bleddyhells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play strip poker, for real.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break a girl's heart.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girl, and the best you'll ever get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112749441752167450?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112749441752167450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112749441752167450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112749441752167450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112749441752167450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/09/162-zomgwtfchocobaby-i-lost-my.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112739737483173419</id><published>2005-09-22T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T06:56:14.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+161 = Zomg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feckin' mother-of-all-pimples-pimple on my nose, ZOMGWTFCHOCOBABY. Whinecomplain, I don't wanna go to school tomorrow. My complexion has been really shitty this past year ): EUW skajlfsaklfjdsafjsd. Oh and forgive me if I'm making such a huge fuss about my Pimple (yes dollink, that's a capital P you're seeing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I finally bought my gorgey spongebob pencilcase! : DDD woohoo. It's super ace and it says "SpongeBob NudiePants!" teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yehyeh, wenta town yesterday! We got off at the stop before Wheelock and walked all the way to Forum! Heh, then amused ourselves at Toysrus xDD Yadayada, I saw so many pretty kids there! And yeah, stoned at Macs downstairs after that. Eh we were semi-high, we kept laughing at &lt;em&gt;coughchokegak&lt;/em&gt; stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeprac was majorly screwed-up, shitty maximus. 'Twas terrible, absolutely! We were supposed to draw two graphs? Or three, whatever. I didn't even have the time to label the axes of any of them.  The knife-edge balancing one gave me a terrible backache. HAHA, and the second one was really awful cause I did everything wrongly! And uh the calculation part was just as bad, it was supposed to be division! I went to multiply it damnit, I must be the most &lt;strong&gt;cock-eyed idiot&lt;/strong&gt; on planet Earth. This is a really bad description of what happened that day, but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAP today, yo. Met Shuping! and David! and Stanley (at the supermarket)! Yeah, heh. Some kinda fun, I bought chocobaby! Omison, I love chocobaby to hells. And some other random churchguy, I think he's called Joel? ... Uh, so says David hurr. Blahblahblah left at abouts 5-ish, TO TAKE LRT! : DDD We were just talking about how we ALWAYS see TL whenever we go to KAP, and we were like ah he's not here today man. Gaspz on the bus to Bukit Panjang, I saw TL a few bus-stops away from KAP! I think he saw me hawhaw. I got a tad bit too excited, and shouted his name quite loudly :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuperado, took LRT from Petir! : DDD Val was so amused and I AM NOT SUPPOSED TO BLOG ABOUT IT. Anyways, "Wooh!". Returned my library books at Lot1 and got like 5.20SGD worth of Pick&amp;Mix (y)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Corpse Bride, The Brothers Grimm and The Dukes of Hazard, teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eep, Kemprac tomorrow. Mati, LA ): Okay, qualitative analysis and volumetric analysis; potassium dichromate (VI) solution! Phenolphtalein, methyl orange blahblahblah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you do, if my heart was torn in two.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112739737483173419?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112739737483173419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112739737483173419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112739737483173419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112739737483173419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/09/161-zomg-i-have-feckin-mother-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112714602544257622</id><published>2005-09-19T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T09:11:40.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So I won't stop dying,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;won't stop lying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you want, I'll keep on crying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you get what you deserve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this what you always wanted me for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Automatic joy&lt;/strong&gt;, that is why I want a coin-operated boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may not be real experienced with girls but I know he feels like a boy should feel. Isn't that the point? That is why I want a coin-operated boy with a pretty coin-operated voice saying that he loves me, that he's thinking of me. Straight and to the point, that is why I want a coin-operated boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you extract me from my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;plastic fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112714602544257622?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112714602544257622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112714602544257622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112714602544257622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112714602544257622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-i-wont-stop-dying-wont-stop-lying.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112695748645497781</id><published>2005-09-17T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T05:23:51.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'cause I'm feeling like&lt;br /&gt;I might need to be near you&lt;br /&gt;And I feel alright,&lt;br /&gt;so please don't get me rescued&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like Barbie, a want so bad. Well, 'cause Barbie's just Perfect with a capital P. Life would be peachy if I had all the money in the world. I guess there's some truth in me being a "bloody spoilt brat", I am always wanting what I want and I am always wanting more. Bleedinghells, I'm sucha fucked up teen-ager (maybe just only in certain senses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm pretty pleased with my current guestbook layout. Whoopee! But no links to archives at present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+! Happy Birthday Maria! Heng ah Heng : D Love you chica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So amped for tomorrow. Maybe because I'll be going to get my gorgeous spongebob pencilcase then I'd laugh at all you idiots with surfer brand pencilcases nyehnyehnyeh. It would multiply my cool quotient by &lt;em&gt;this much&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is mandatory for me to tell you that I have issues with egotism. It is pretty apparent, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you because you hate me, I'm sorry I'm like that. I don't even know why you fucking hate me. I hate you but not forever. We could meet up some day, just so I could scream "FUCK YOU" in your blasted face. Yes green-tea-toothpaste-boy dearest, this is for you. I don't need you to do anything, I just want you to regret doing this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post 159: Okay I'm really bitchy today, offs to study bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112695748645497781?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112695748645497781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112695748645497781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112695748645497781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112695748645497781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/09/cause-im-feeling-like-i-might-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112670209628605214</id><published>2005-09-14T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T06:50:36.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;158&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood Red Summer by Coheed &amp;amp; Cambria! I like : DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school, wasn't all that eventful. I was walking around school and going through lessons half-awake. Tuesday, too. I wasn't really that sleepy and blur today harharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn high before Amaths lesson today :/ Eunica and I were standing by the railing and saying hello to people on the first floor. And I was blowing kisses. In my delirum, I flung my tamagotchi over the railing, down to the grassy patch downstairs OMGZ. We raced down to retrieve it : DD Yes LA, still alive LA. Oh and I didn't realize that I left Olly with Eunica until this morning after Assembly hurhur, Eunica's tamagotchi is called Ass! HAWHAWHAW. Oh yah, Olly looks like Strawberryman damn ugly ok ): I like my first generation better, Appleman! HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, Maryanne planted a big fat kiss on my cheek on Tuesday. gaspz, ATROCITY! Lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW DO YOU KNOW. Do you know that Ailin's coming to Wesley Methodist! : DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, Gladwin Games = Fantastic (Capital F, dollink!). Yeah, I got kinda burnt. It was fun anyhows. Hurr poor Dominique got his bicycle tire punctured by Clarence. ++ He cycled to West Coast from home! Yadayada, took the bus back to church. Matthias has an inexhaustible collection of Cold Jokes, HE IS GAY HAHAHA. Eh, only 5 people from Emmanuel came la ): But nevermind, there are 7 Emmanuel-ites in xtrainers hawhawhaw. Teehee, Shumei got scared while climbing the pyramid thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay had tea at Rail Mall with Stanley after that. I took bus there, AND I FOUND MY WAY. Omg, so pro right damnit I crush myself ughsdkfjdsljfad. Okay, the brownie was asdfjsldkjfdHORRIBLE. Then we took bus to Bukit Panjang I think. Guess what? WE TOOK LRT WOOHOO : DDD I think I'm damn obssessed with LRTs. My sister thinks I'm .. damn deprived pfft. Yeah, then I took train home from Choa Chu Kang. I was damn blur okay ): I took the wrong side wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST! (In no order of importance)&lt;br /&gt;01 Worry about Kemprac, titration and qualitive analysis&lt;br /&gt;02 Worry about Feeprac, we don't even know what is coming out damnit.&lt;br /&gt;03 Hand up gonghan by Monday&lt;br /&gt;04 WATCH THE BROTHERS GRIMM (Oh, sin)&lt;br /&gt;05 Do countless maths assessments (!plz)&lt;br /&gt;06 Return Harry Potter book 6 to Debbie&lt;br /&gt;07 Return library books (by the 18th)&lt;br /&gt;08 Revise zaojus and ciyus (by tomorrow!)&lt;br /&gt;09 Save money&lt;br /&gt;10 STOP TAKING CABS askdjfalskjlsdf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Sarah is a bleddy idiot. She ponned school yesterday because she fell off her bed hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so dumb ok! I walked all the way up to the fourth floor for chinese class. And when I entered class, I realised I left my bag on the second floor ): So, I had a great time climbing up and down the classroom block (y) +++! I left my shoebag in maths class! aklsjdflksjd so after school I proceeded to maths class but it was locked (at least I thought it was!). So I went down to the general office to get the key. Ugh when I wanted to unlock the damned door I realised it was .. unlocked! "blur as usual" says someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back pain like kena car bang. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112670209628605214?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112670209628605214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112670209628605214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112670209628605214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112670209628605214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/09/cambria-i-like-ddd-first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112637176507461091</id><published>2005-09-11T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T10:15:41.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>{157}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be your love for real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm Thursday was Stanley's birthday. Superace, had fun yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I like Bruised by Jack's Mannequin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Chinkytuition at 0800hrs. Then Cirque Du Monde thang at 1030hrs to abouts 1315hrs. I baked under the Sun abits, watching The Zigzageurs or something like that. Followed by lunch at Burgerking, with Chess and Mel yay. Then training, which was pretty good. Watched some bs videos on speed and skill yadayada. Started training proper at abouts 1600hrs (: But now, my whole body's aching and my back hurts like fuck pfft. Ate abit at Harbourfront with Jaey and Valerie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Didn't do much. I am the Queen of Procrastination and Avatar of Laziness. Watch as I catapult (at an alarmingly rapid speed, may I add) towards my very own doom. Ho, I haven't even touched my holiday home-bleddy-work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, 0039 hrs already. September 11th, Esther's birthday if my memory fails me not. Gladwin games later! In approximately 9 hours. I can't wait. And, imma be going to Rail Mall for tea after that yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To complete by The First School Day of Term Four:&lt;br /&gt;01 2 Chemistry Worksheets&lt;br /&gt;02 Chinese Workbook&lt;br /&gt;03 Write letter to chinkteacher (absolute bullshit!)&lt;br /&gt;04 some Math (Elementary and Additional)&lt;br /&gt;05 Read up on River thingums for Geography&lt;br /&gt;06 Write encouraging letter to assigned senior&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I don't remember the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start revising for the Final Year Examinations. I can't find my panic button, will someone help me with this. And prod it when you find it. I really cannot afford to Fuck Up, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm going crazy missing you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112637176507461091?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112637176507461091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112637176507461091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112637176507461091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112637176507461091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/09/157-wanna-be-your-love-for-real-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112628334930192374</id><published>2005-09-10T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T09:33:05.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so bloody real, I just wish it was real damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you,&lt;br /&gt;want you,&lt;br /&gt;need you so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112628334930192374?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112628334930192374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112628334930192374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112628334930192374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112628334930192374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-so-bloody-real-i-just-wish-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112606545882733233</id><published>2005-09-07T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T03:54:21.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>!155: Jack's Mannequin - Holiday From Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, Jack's Mannequin is pretty DANG rad : DDD Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up, I haven't even brushed my teeth HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, caught The Perfect Catch last week with Hongchen and Stanley. Er, it was about some baseball nut, hope you get the pun. Yeah, the Nanhua-girls-episode was funny "Is his name Stanley Tan?" xD. HELLO EX-NEIGHBOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahblahblah, lunch at Cine BK on monday! I ate faster than Joy, naninanipoopoo : P Yeh, bummed around and went to Toysrus at Forum! (Gee, we took a cab there from Scotts) I saw this damn cute spongebob pencil case there! Omg, I'm gonna get it TEEHEE : P Uhhuh uhhuh then Joy and Hoiyan left for training, hawhawhaw they got this minute freezer bottle thingum from toysrus. So, Mr Tan and I took a cab to Shaw. Walked around the xiaopinkie heaven after pac plaza yo. Eh, I saw this pair of awesome Paul Frank boardshorts. Rocks, but Stanley doesn't like it la! It's how cute coughchokegak : DDD Xiaopinkie Heaven(Fine, it's Far East Plaza) was superace, I dragged him into this cheapo bikini shop harharhar. THENNNNNN, we went to this madrad shop woohoo. They sell really cool shirts there, no shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puh, we took a bus all the way to Bukit Panjang. BUT I TOOK MY FIRST LRT RIDE FROM THERE YEHYEH. Somewhere near Choa Chu Kang la ahaha. Then wenta Lot1 to get candy! (: Lot1 epitomises xiaopinkie-heaven-in-the-neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random note 1: I brushed my teeth right after I typed the part about not brushing teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother dragged me to my aunt's place to stay on Monday night. So, I got majorly ticked. Basically, I was being really bitchy about it so yeah. And she called me a "bloody spoilt brat". Which I am not, at least I think I am not. I believe it has some sort of negative connotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I took a bus home from my aunt's place on Tuesday evening. It lasted what, an hour?! I tell you everyone around me was a bloody ahbeng. Like a pack of abouts 15. They were practically going like "CHEEBAI LA YOU" or "NABEI LEH!" across the damned bus. I heard the word "cheebai" 50 times over, or more. It's like the only word they can think of in reply to whatever someone says which in this case is also "cheebai". I should never be found in circumstances like this, lest I go crazy (Or rather, crazier). I might start beating up the unlucky passenger sitting beside me, you never know. No worries though, nothing of that sort happened that &lt;s&gt;fateful&lt;/s&gt; night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me tell you about my really gay tamagotchi dream. In that particular dream, I did not take care of my tamagotchi. So, some stupid tama-goddess descended and punished me. (Right now, you should be thinking: WTF!) Guess what?! I had to do some maths tests on Heymaths to atone for my sin. (And right now, you should be thinking: OHMYSON WTF! YOU GAY PIECE OF SHIIIIT.) Oh bytheway, my tamagotchi was named Draco in this dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay, training in abit : D Yay tomorrow's thursday. 070905: Jump and kiss the ceiling seven times. A chair may be used, if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oye, I'm bored man. Brat Pack by The Rocket Summer&lt;br /&gt;and this cause I'm bored:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked a cigarette                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked a cigar&lt;br /&gt;(x) smoked anything else&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out with a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in love&lt;br /&gt;(x) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;(x) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) snuck out of parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(xxx) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;(xx) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;( ) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;( ) had/have a crush on one of your FACEBOOK friends&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) met someone BECAUSE of facebook&lt;br /&gt;(x) been moshing at a concert&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;(x) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxx) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxxx) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) played dress up&lt;br /&gt;(xxx) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;(xx) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxx) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;( ) used a fake ID&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;( ) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(x) touched a snake&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;( ) been robbed&lt;br /&gt;( ) robbed someone&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxx) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;() pet a reindeer/goat&lt;br /&gt;(x) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;(x) had detention&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;( ) had braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(xx) had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;(x) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;(xx) hated the way you looked&lt;br /&gt;(xx) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;(x) pole danced HAHAHA it was a stupid joke&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;(x) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;( ) swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;(xxx) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(xxx) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x ) recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;(xx) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(xx) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;(x) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;( ) have traveled more than 3 days with a car full of people&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone rollerskating/blading&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed "penis" in class&lt;br /&gt;( ) ate cat food&lt;br /&gt;(xx) told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxxx) sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;(x) have a little black dress&lt;br /&gt;( ) done it in a park&lt;br /&gt;( ) done it in the bathoom&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a dream that you married someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your tounge stuck to a pole&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn the opposite sex's clothes&lt;br /&gt;(x) been a cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;(x) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;( ) had sex at a church&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxxx) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;( ) done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(x) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;(xxx) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;( ) didn't take a shower for a week&lt;br /&gt;( ) pick and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;(x) believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) have more then 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;( ) worn a really ugly outfit to school&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;( ) played ding-dong-ditch&lt;br /&gt;( ) played chicken fight&lt;br /&gt;(xxx) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;( ) been told you're hot by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;(x) broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;( ) made porn&lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(xxx) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;(xx) cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;( ) mooned/flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) had someone moon/flash you&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgotten someone's name&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept naked&lt;br /&gt;(x) French braided someone's hair&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone skinny dipping in a pool&lt;br /&gt;(x) been kicked out of your house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112606545882733233?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112606545882733233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112606545882733233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112606545882733233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112606545882733233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/09/155-jacks-mannequin-holiday-from-real.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112584355590898268</id><published>2005-09-04T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T07:25:54.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#154: some sort of gay superhero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th today aye? Go dump 4 spoonfuls of cereal at your neighbour's doorstep : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zenn: let's talk about something exciting&lt;br /&gt;clarissa: okay hahaha&lt;br /&gt;zenn: my buttcheeks are called dolce and gabbana&lt;br /&gt;clarissa: oh haha mine are g and star&lt;br /&gt;zenn: mine's da sex&lt;br /&gt;clarissa: mine's the bomb man!&lt;br /&gt;zenn: sexbomb man! hahah we rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: DDD lollerz shitzy funnaye. Zenn got "jacked like crazy" cause she told someone she wanted to stay in an eskimo. Goodness gracious she's hell hilarious ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I was especially giggly during night games meeting today. We suggested damn strange games ok! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 playing dog and bone on a soapy groundsheet with a bar of soap for the bone&lt;br /&gt;2 soap relay! pass the soap bar on man! : D&lt;br /&gt;3 hahaha um freeze pieces of paper in ice-cubes and make them suck the ice-cube to get the piece of paper HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;4 shoot orange juice with water pistols&lt;br /&gt;5 throw gummy bars down and make your partner catch with his/her mouth&lt;br /&gt;6 we kept insisting on a soap theme xD&lt;br /&gt;7 give each group 2 bars of soap and see which group can use up their soap bars the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;8 stop random groups. and they must make us laugh before they can continue : D shashi said that i shouldnt be doing this post because i laugh damn easily hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg I swear, I couldnt stop laughing our ideas were really damn spastic lah shashi was like "that's why we must start with prayer" oops ok we forgot to start in prayer! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theon is so gay and funny hahahahaha! He fed my tamagotchi like craaaaaaazy man HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;clarissa: eh what are you doing here ah.&lt;br /&gt;theon: waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;clarissa: yah i'm waiting for you also. let's go man.&lt;br /&gt;somehow we ended that conversation laughing at each other O.O?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell, I'm still damn high and giggly. Did I tell you Hans is so random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiaci: Are you more of a Martha or a Mary?&lt;br /&gt;Hans: SINGAPORE, LA.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: -stare.. and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Jiaen says they sell spongebob water bottles at marks and spencer. Cheat my money la, don't have ok! We went to check at ps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiaen: er do you have spongebob bottles?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: ... huh. for what purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Jiaen: um for holding water?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: .. oh, we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shits lah, we felt so inversed ok! Hawhaw, after that we went to um Heeren to look at Havainas! : D Rocks, I want this cute blue pair but it's 32 buckerados asdkjflasdjflks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey is a horny boy, ask him how often he wanks : D Wahlau that gayfagz called me at 3 am in the morning .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Stanley chews his straw he was damn funny that morning ok!&lt;br /&gt;stanley: I've got iced lemon tea boobs!&lt;br /&gt;clarissa: hahahahhahahaharhahahhahahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;stanley: I'm gonna give you coke brgherrfgh.&lt;br /&gt;clarissa: HUH? hahahahhahhahahahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;stanley: I had the straw in my mouth LA, I meant coca cola boobs&lt;br /&gt;something along those lines HAHAHA. Oh and once he went "batman super man alibaba you go and die man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I die man, I have no dollahs to spend BOOHOO. Yoyo, this post is so long and full of quotes/conversations HAHAHHA ok milk and raisins byebye darlings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112584355590898268?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112584355590898268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112584355590898268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112584355590898268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112584355590898268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/09/154-some-sort-of-gay-superhero-4th.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112568052715830228</id><published>2005-09-03T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T20:56:07.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>153</title><content type='html'>Hahaha it's past midnight! IT'S THE THIRD ALREADY : DDD Yay go press your own doorbell three times and open the door three times : DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I got my tamagotchi thank you mr fuksieeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: DDD Zenn showed me this damn bloody hilarious blog lah omg, laugh until I wanna die DENG GEW FEVER HAHAHAHAHA. ++ before that I was reading another funny blog. I feel like a bleeding lunatic cause I'm laughing at the screen. eeeeee, I'm getting goosepimples from laughing at funny shites. Gaynesssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE today was so gay okay! We did some dumb circuit shite. Okay fine, not really counted cause we walked most of the staircase part. And pretended to do our jumping jacks, burpies (sp!?) yadayada. Miss Phillips kept telling us to be serious HAHA. We played catching after stretches, ah only fiveovus ohmyson it was so dumb and it didn't even last 1 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been out these two days, nothing much. I like jelly babies, gobstoppers, clorets and green skittles hawhawhaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's so annoying and insensitive, whatever la fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to sleep now : D talk about sleeping early la, noone can beat me nyehnyehnyeh. 0047 hrs k! : PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] 'Ay man. Okay, so I'm liar. I didn't go to sleep. I ended up reading Harry Potter book six. Er then I left my place at like 3am? Yadayada tchs compound is fucken big wtf blahblahblah night bus shit to KAP. Then we walked all the way to turf city from there omgplz. "I've got iced lemon tea boobs!" : DDD lmfao cabbed home abouts 5am. I woke up at 9am asdfjkl. I had this damn dumb nightmare ok, I dreamt that my tamagotchi died HAHAHA. It had toothache 8 times yesterday : D champion. [/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112568052715830228?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112568052715830228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112568052715830228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112568052715830228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112568052715830228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/09/153.html' title='153'/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112539620759062018</id><published>2005-08-30T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T03:03:27.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>152</title><content type='html'>152: !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so un-special. Like I keep thinking that people think of me as, just only a girl. Yadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn's so amusing la (: See, that's why I love her. But she doesn't wanna go out wimme for xlb ): no money, says she! I bet she just doesn't want me to see her fringe la xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did better than expected for Literature. Praise the Lord, it saved my ass for combined humans yay. I should pon school on Friday (: I can collect my progress report next term. Hope my mom allows nyehnyehnyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYOKAYOKAY, Dawn's hurrying me so she can read what I blogged about her before she goes to eat her Biology text hardeeharhar. YEAH, IT'S THE 30TH TODAY! Go kick your neighbour's door 30 times : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who wants to be with you, deep inside I hope you feel it too. Hells, I miss you bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112539620759062018?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112539620759062018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112539620759062018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112539620759062018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112539620759062018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/08/152.html' title='152'/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112524283366561464</id><published>2005-08-28T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T01:55:58.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>151</title><content type='html'>'Ay man, sup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE TAMAGOTCHIS. I LIKE TAMAGOTCHIS. : DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Spook Show yesterday. It was kinda fun. The costumes and make-up were pretty well done. Hells, I got approached like a few times. Nyeh this other friend of Stanley kept looking at the side cause he was sitting at the end la, funny shitez. Yada yada. Had supper after that, it really wasn't supper. Cause I had to eat one whole burger, courtesy of Stanley. Thank you so very much. Haha Joy kept piling onion rings on my burger to make me eat, she's so cute la hahaha "it's rude to reject!" Oh but I puked when I got home so whatever haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church today was so fun. Time passed really quickly. Alex and I couldn't stop laughing at the tortise! : DDD "dumbdweeb and cutedweeb" -sher HAHAHA. Shumei's a monkey! Ball games were hmm good I guess. Alex and I sat under the shade and laughed at the people xD Okay then meeting yadayada go home yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112524283366561464?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112524283366561464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112524283366561464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112524283366561464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112524283366561464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/08/151.html' title='151'/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112513314928103280</id><published>2005-08-27T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T01:59:09.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh weh, 10 mins to 1700 hrs. So, I think I'll be late. But whatever. I can't decide what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to Gwen's to bake tomorrow! Cause it sounds like damn good fun ohwells. We're playing ball games after small group tomorrow, at Fort Canning. Lalala, tis the weekend. I can't wait for school to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All boys are bastards. No one dares to prove me wrong NANINANIPOOPOO. Okay I am awfully late, yeh bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112513314928103280?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112513314928103280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112513314928103280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112513314928103280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112513314928103280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-weh-10-mins-to-1700-hrs.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112498155305109905</id><published>2005-08-25T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T07:54:18.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"we watch at cine. then we walk at heeren. then around orchard. then we walk to ps. then we walk to bugis. then bugis to city link mall and you can go suntec then! oh i wanna walk at peninsula also then after that sim lim then capitol also." Jansen is pyschotic, I swear. Walking THAT much is worst than eating shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Nicole was going like "Oh the grass in my garden is very nice! Must come and try okay!" .. something along those lines HAHA. Apparently, it's "sweet and tasty" lollerz man! EATING GRASS IS FINE, REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I need you please to save me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your baby&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you and me&lt;br /&gt;Together this Saturday"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All boys are bastards, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112498155305109905?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112498155305109905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112498155305109905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112498155305109905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112498155305109905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-watch-at-cine.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112487000582909843</id><published>2005-08-24T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T00:53:26.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damnit, this is awfully annoying. It really sucks fuck to have rashes, ++ in the most inconvenient areas ever. Like my PALMS, ankles, knees, and the soles of my feet. Hell, it's extremely distressing. I don't think I wanna go to school toms, we'll see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, school was semi-fun. I got abouts 71 percent for the chinese paper : DD yay. Oh but the geography paper was erghksl, 44 percent. What could be worst ): Wait till my mom hears about chemistry, she'll flip, I scored 36 percent overall. And a 61 percent for physics. Improvement in several subjects so yeah. I think imma fail combined humans as well, dang. Oh gee, this stupid dumbfuck of a woman is relieving Mrs Fung for maths. She's really impatient and noone understands her teaching pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So starting today things are gonna be all right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your best you tried, and yeah you did fine&lt;br /&gt;no better than fine, perfect in my mind&lt;br /&gt;in fact, I wish your heart was mine"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112487000582909843?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112487000582909843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112487000582909843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112487000582909843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112487000582909843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/08/damnit-this-is-awfully-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112479650104491998</id><published>2005-08-23T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T04:28:21.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DOLLINK! : DDD dollink is my fav new term ah superace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because even though we never get things right&lt;br /&gt;and it gets so old just saying we'll keep trying&lt;br /&gt;its mine to decide when I'll be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala I have ten HANDS. Yes and I like eating my nuggets with five HANDS. Tell me I'm cool HAWHAW. Had a good day chicas, lunch and after was just hell hilarious. I couldn't stop laughing, and that was quite attention-grabbing so whatever. Oh the supermarket at Macdonald's Place (more commonly known as KAP) was damn cold, blasted place. Made me wanna friction lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Geography and the deranged person + river! TEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyer, Jansen's sucha MEAN boy omg. His very kind friend told me I sound like an Indian -.- GEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day. Tell your mom I said Merry Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112479650104491998?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112479650104491998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112479650104491998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112479650104491998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112479650104491998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/08/dollink-ddd-dollink-is-my-fav-new-term.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112462419397608779</id><published>2005-08-21T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T06:59:19.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fabulous, msn keeps fucking up on me (and probably everyone else). Hells, annoyingfugz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Streetlight Manifesto is real rad : DDD The Faders too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, the weekend's ending. Didn't have much fun, thanks to my blasted back. Stoned hell lots yesterday. Church today and more stoning. I still have the geography assignment 2, social studies source-based questions and chinese letter-writing. Don't I put the G in Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm alone at home ): boohoo. I wanna eat hip-hop jelly. I feel like going to Billy Bombers at Bugis! The one at Heeren sucks so bad ugh. I LIKE OVALTEENIES LOTS LOTS, I HAD TWO PACKETS TODAY HAH I'M SUCHA PIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason for me to look forward to school: Finding out about a particular girl, first year over here. She sounds like quite a slut, from what I hear : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe an edit later. Aight yall out there, offs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112462419397608779?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112462419397608779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112462419397608779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112462419397608779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112462419397608779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/08/fabulous-msn-keeps-fucking-up-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112446395476080153</id><published>2005-08-19T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T08:05:54.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh hay, the Common Assessments are over yay. So, let's study for the Final Year Examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckinghells, life is fucking up on me so bad ): roaaaaaar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112446395476080153?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112446395476080153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112446395476080153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112446395476080153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112446395476080153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-hay-common-assessments-are-over-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112402863018951950</id><published>2005-08-14T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T08:56:38.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Promise by Matchbook Romance. ROAR, it's so sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Sarah and I are discussing the possible ways of skipping CA. HAHA like sleeping pills overdose, jumping off school block level 3 (won't die, says sarah), tripping over railings a la beth, tripping each other on the stairs, boxing each other till we faint yadayada. Brilliant idea, she suggested we take a bus to JB -.- or walk there, or swim to China. Even better, drowning ourselves in Sentosa ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Assessment tomorrow. Fugz, someone come and kidnap me now please. I don't mind lah, I'll kiss you for it even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, stressed, sleepy, stoned, screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]EUW, this sucks. Fall Out Boy is so mainstream now, THAT JUST SUCKS. It's still super ace anyhow heh. All that alt indie is becoming mainstream :/ That's awfully annoying boohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah I wish I mattered more to you ):[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112402863018951950?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112402863018951950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112402863018951950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112402863018951950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112402863018951950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/08/promise-by-matchbook-romance.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112377293075648670</id><published>2005-08-11T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T08:08:50.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stanley is a hornybitch, sex-y sexy. LMFAOZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha BS PTE LTD Sarah! : DDD If all goes well, we'll be merging with BS technology. Okay that was BS, the company name tells it all. Physics was so full of BS, Mr Tan was teaching us latent heat of fusion yadayada. Then he was explaining this ice-cream example. The latent heat of fusion of ice was given LA. Sarah's BS affected me, I asked this damn BS question ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: icecream and ice different WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan: But there's ice inside icecream right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: HUH then what about the cream! bs lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I've never felt so spazzo my whole life. It's all BS sarah's fault LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem test postponed to tomorrow. Rah, and there's PE tomorrow. + Physical training, it'll prolly be damn bs la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAP today, please ask me who we saw DAMN HUMSUM. Omg, twice we went there, twice we see him there -.- YOYO VAL. ++ This whole group of amgeeass girls kept staring o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ailin's an ass lah ): That meano k ): She WHACKED one boob. Then five minutes later, she PINCHED the other. Just cause she wanted to find out who the jaytee is! ): I am so traumatised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K common assessment next week. Ohnoex, die clarissa DIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112377293075648670?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112377293075648670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112377293075648670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112377293075648670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112377293075648670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/08/stanley-is-hornybitch-sex-y-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112351276450081155</id><published>2005-08-08T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T08:56:47.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No more thinking TGIF on Friday mornings ): That's mega-depressing. 'Cause we have physical on Friday wtfz. Ohwell first physical we had was last Friday :/ Shuttle run shitez acid acid omfg and climbing class block 5 times HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was flagBULLSHITday. Sunday was bullshit as well. Today, we had National Celebrations. We were uh quite high? Yeah Vanessa LS and Fer Lai were practically shouting the National Anthem -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random: OOH NATHALIE AND I HAVE IDENTICAL SPECS! : DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 0655hrs today WTF. Bloody dipshit councillor who took down my name had sucha black face. Anyways, had training after school today -.- GEE, surprise surprise less than half of the team turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duane Chen the big fat tall bitch, he bloody saw me and he didnt say hi. Then he said that I saw him and I didn't say hi -.- GO DIE, LA. At first, I thought I saw him (+ Hanwei) then I thought it wasn't him 'cause he wasn't wearing specs! .. And he's frikin tall, any normal person would walk facing the front, not facing the sky RIGHT. I know I'm damn short lah, dipshit. + He claims that he was waiting for me to say hi nyehnyehnyeh .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Town was hell crowded, I swurrr. Didn't do much, LA. Oh we were sort of stalking this couple lmfao. But :/ eh lost them. OMFG, he was carrying his gf's bag I swurrr. That is just SO wrong I swurrr. We were looking high and low for them. But we found them at neither high nor low ): sucks. It was pretty dang boring I swurrrr. HELLO FENGSHUO, I WANT CANDY GIMME CANDY HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's Chermin's birthday? 0808 right! HAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWURRRR I SWURRRR I SWURRRR. I'm bored. Ohmyson party at gotham tonight. lolx, "free entry for babes in bikini tops" .. wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112351276450081155?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112351276450081155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112351276450081155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112351276450081155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112351276450081155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-more-thinking-tgif-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112333621573299656</id><published>2005-08-06T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T06:50:18.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to have a good friend. At least, I thought she was a good friend. Well, she wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was thinking you were a really good friend, but you were bitching about me behind my back. I was so upset when I found out what you did, I fucking cried. I can't believe I cried over a friendship that meant nothing to you. And you're the first fucking friend I cried over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't a stranger come talk to me. Life's sucha bitch to me, damnit. Won't a stranger come be my best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112333621573299656?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112333621573299656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112333621573299656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112333621573299656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112333621573299656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-used-to-have-good-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112316721391546141</id><published>2005-08-04T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T07:59:00.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Will I shake this off, pretend it's all okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh woe, physical tomorrow ): My back hurts like asdfjkl and my thighs are aching like asdfjkl too. Gee, I can't even bend down properly. Hi help me massage my back please kthx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, PBL presentation on Monday ++ a bit of training hurr. Town on tuesday. Training on Wednesday. Town today for lunch yadayada. Oh Ziping theyall were sitting beside us. Had a smashing time laughing at seriously lame jokes, we were bloody giggly hehe. Stoned, saw Jingyuan. Stoned, my place for studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay honestly, we weren't really studying heh. We were oogling at this little boy with a bleeding HAWT bod. And his adorable little brother and elder brother HEH. Guess what, saw this maid with a bloody iPod and braces. Ohwells. Hmm BimboTrio LA ohmyson so retarded. Anna left, twin and I wenta the gym to stone. Oh I cycled for 20mins ++ : D Bleh I feel fat. To put me in three words: Fat, hairy and black :/ ohwoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had chink tuition. I was standing up most of the time 'cause I was feeling sleepy HAHAHA. I don't know why, but I'm quite excited about saturday. stupid sucker sarah slapping-spree HOHOHO. Oh but it's sucha bother to come all the way back to school blaah. Maybe Marcus' after that? Hohums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, semi-shy and sensitive guys are just &lt;3 + 24893248398! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112316721391546141?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112316721391546141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112316721391546141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112316721391546141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112316721391546141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/08/will-i-shake-this-off-pretend-its-all.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112274511289945721</id><published>2005-07-31T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T10:49:38.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cathedrals by Jump Little Children. Super ace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's Sunday already ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday, we had PE. I did 46 sit-ups in 1min. CHEEPAI, so slow ): Oh and after that we did fun chemistry experiments. It was awesome. But there was this particularly foul-smelling one, felt like wasabi going up my nose :/ My throat felt funny for awhile. Yadayada. Physics lesson after school for like wtf 20mins, it was amusing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah first time Clarissa so... ...enthu." -Mr Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then stoned in the Audi after that, watched Brunei performance rehearsal. Zenn likes to stare at people hahaha. Stacey's crazy, I swear. Oh they were doing splits and funny stuff : D Yeah then went off with Valerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanley came for like 5mins hardeharhar. Oh we met Rachel Chan! She's one cute junior. But! She calls me a bimbo! Then she calls Valerie Unbimbo! ): That's mega-depressing, I am so not bimbotic! David's immediate reaction when he saw me was like, "Oh! mygod." Yadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM NOTE: I like saying "CHEEPAI". Duane says I can't say that cause the spelling is wrong. Whatevrr yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday! To Leanne's for uh CME project. Oh but all we did was play cards HEH. Then harbourfront with Sarah for lunch. I was freezing like shite in the bus, my toenails turned blue :/ Had lunch, then my place. Stoned for like 3 hours plus? Finished up PBL in like 20mins and they all left : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh nice Fengshuo agreed to go shopping wimme yay. So wenta town to meet him blahblahblah. Hahaha that gayfag pierced his &lt;s&gt;right&lt;/s&gt;left earlobe. I chose the stud : D pink! Like lmfaoz manx. Walked and stoned a hell lot. That's all, came home around 2230 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay all's good. Service later then xtrainers fellowship at east coast! : D I can't wait for next Saturday (: Training's starting this week, oh woe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112274511289945721?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112274511289945721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112274511289945721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112274511289945721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112274511289945721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/07/cathedrals-by-jump-little-children.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112247946965729239</id><published>2005-07-27T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T08:51:09.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay school has been an endless paper chase. Blah. Bloodyhell, I had 3 tests today. 2 maths 1 chinese. RAH. Maths tests are turning into a norm hurr. AGH. Ohnoez, so many tests coming up die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst.  I CAN WHACK MOLES. OHMYSUNFLOWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun. AAH EYECANDY. I did my physics! : D good girl is me! Oh there was this d00d wearing a sunflower shirt. Frikin hilarious shite, WE LOVE SUNFLOWERS OH YES WE DO : D I swear Burger King (Cine) is like a cold storage of some sorts. It was asdfjkl cold LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND GUESS WHO WE SAW AT KAP ON MONDAY. OMFG. Bloodybigshock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love today's eyecandy HAHAHA ok bye : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112247946965729239?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112247946965729239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112247946965729239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112247946965729239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112247946965729239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/07/okay-school-has-been-endless-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112221349337539572</id><published>2005-07-24T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T06:58:13.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Church today, good stuff. Small group was even better. I'm so thankful for people like Caleb and Hans. I really hope we can change what the parents think of the Youth Ministry. Blah ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that majority of our population are living this life of pretentious perfection. We should really speak up about our fears and everything else, what we really feel and think YOU KNOW. In a real way. Of course, it takes some courage to do so. I can say for sure, that I am not courageous enough. I don't know how to put my point across, so we'll leave it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might sound atrociously incoherent. Do comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112221349337539572?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112221349337539572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112221349337539572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112221349337539572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112221349337539572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/07/church-today-good-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112212964702906124</id><published>2005-07-23T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T07:59:27.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For Wednesday's update, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/crisketch/18606.html#comments"&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/users/crisketch/18606.html#comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; : DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yohoho, yesterday I took five fucking cabs. All of you please start throwing rotten eggs now. I have not kept to my DIE-DIE-SAVE-MONEY plan. Yes so, town after school. Then back to school at like 1715hrs, back to town around 2000hrs. And finally cabbed home at around 2215hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced superhigh for about 35 mins with the class WOOHOO. Pranced around with Stacey, Jen and Putni! Stacey went something like: Elaine (Quek) says you're her eyecandy in school. HAHAHA. Oh we had candyfloss and watched the dance performances, STACEY COULDN'T SEE COS SHE'S NOT VERY TALL : P Yadayada. Oh we met Maryanne and Co. like in the afternoon, and later at night. + this poor guy with seVerely Vandalised arms. Vandalism courtesy of Maryanne and Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! Went shopping : DD bought a Mambo bag and black slippers : DD yay, I hope I can go shopping tomorrow TOPSHOPPPPPPPP. Church tomorrow ah finally! There's gonna be a xtrainers fellowship at the end of this month. And retreat and churchcamp at the end of the year! I am so stoked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Afterglow by Travis&lt;br /&gt;2 Side by Travis&lt;br /&gt;3 Sing by Travis&lt;br /&gt;4 Flowers in the Window by Travis&lt;br /&gt;5 The Cage by Travis&lt;br /&gt;6 Boys Lie by Brandtson&lt;br /&gt;7 Brightest by Copeland&lt;br /&gt;8 Safe by Travis&lt;br /&gt;9 Cool by Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Number FOUR! &lt;3 + 23434320988&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TRAVIS. I LOVE TRAVIS. I LOVE TRAVIS ++ Ang Tze Siong really damn hot HEEHEE. Okay, I should shutup about him ahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112212964702906124?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112212964702906124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112212964702906124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112212964702906124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112212964702906124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-wednesdays-update-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112144100340927896</id><published>2005-07-15T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:58:20.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This might look like a chunk of lines randomly thrown together. It probably wouldn't make sense to anyone of you. Incredibly incoherent, but just read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crapshitcock throat. Most likely, I wouldn't be going for Baybeats at all ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week has been very eventful. I was bloody high most of the time, and semi-depressed the rest of the time. Had fun, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't walking around to get noticed, you bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thursday was good fun. But we were at the wrong place at the wrong time for majority of the time. Uh maybe the whole time hurr. Hung around the back for some shade, saw them get out of the lift. First word that popped into my mind, "FUCK." I really wanted to hurl myself over the red railings because it just made us look like we were waiting for them right there. Really truthfully, we were not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called style when you don't zip your fly, just like how carrying your books in a Guess plastic bag is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so gorgeous on the outside. Pity, we can't be friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112144100340927896?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112144100340927896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112144100340927896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112144100340927896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112144100340927896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-might-look-like-chunk-of-lines.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112135365557557781</id><published>2005-07-14T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T08:07:35.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucking shit. I am going to make all of you regret what you did/say to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112135365557557781?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112135365557557781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112135365557557781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112135365557557781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112135365557557781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/07/fucking-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112109441975103050</id><published>2005-07-11T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T08:10:56.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard he sang a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;I heard he sang it from his heart&lt;br /&gt;When I found out, thought I would die&lt;br /&gt;Because that lullaby was mine&lt;br /&gt;I heard he sealed it with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;He gently kissed her cherry lips&lt;br /&gt;I found that so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Because his kiss belonged to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could an angel break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't he catch my falling star&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't wish so hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd wished our love apart&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard her face was white as rain&lt;br /&gt;Soft as a rose that blooms in May&lt;br /&gt;He keeps her picture in a frame&lt;br /&gt;And when he sleeps he calls her name&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she makes him smile&lt;br /&gt;The way he used to smile at me&lt;br /&gt;I hope she doesn't make him laugh&lt;br /&gt;Because his laugh belongs to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could an angel break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't he catch my falling star&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't wish so hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd wished our love apart&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my soul is dying, it's crying&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;Please help me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could an angel break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't he catch my falling star&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't wish so hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd wished our love apart&lt;br /&gt;How could an angel break my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toni Braxton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): This song makes me cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112109441975103050?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112109441975103050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112109441975103050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112109441975103050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112109441975103050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-heard-he-sang-lullaby-i-heard-he.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112097917173472430</id><published>2005-07-10T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T00:06:36.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So, I will head out alone and hope for the best&lt;br /&gt;We can pat ourselves on the back and say that we tried&lt;br /&gt;And if one of us makes it big&lt;br /&gt;We can spill our regrets&lt;br /&gt;And talk about how the love never dies&lt;br /&gt;But you and I know the reason why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gone, you're still there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just back from church. Oh, I woke up at like 1000 hrs. Clarissa the Champion : DD so, I called Kenneth but he was at service. I'm a nice girl I brought sweets for him (even though it was only one tube :/ whatevrr) YAY PROMOTEPROMOTE. So got ready and cabbed down. The cab driver was so asdfjkl, wanted to slap him. He was driving at 60km/h!!1! I should have knocked him out and driven the taxi myself k (all hail my daytona skillzz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RANDOM NOTE 01&lt;/strong&gt;: I AM ANGEL X FIVE. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay there was like a lot of people there. Marcus was bullying me ): HAHAHA after that everyone left. Shumei was reading her chem notes then she suddenly started laughing o.O pyschotic, I swear. But she claims that she was laughing at some comment I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Funny ah funny!&lt;br /&gt;Shumei: Noo, funneh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg and she's so amusing k! She saw this policeman and said abit too loudly, "OOH policeman! -stares". The poor policeman was like O.O!!1! Horrible Kenneth KEPT stepping on my toes! DEMOTE, LA! Yeah then Vyan and Yewjin came back. Talked rubbish, ok fine most of the time we just listened to Yewjin talk/laugh O.O! They were saying that my blythe doll is scary, it's so pretty k HMPH! IT WAS SO HOT THERE OKAY. Yay nice Vyan bought me a drink and nice me bought Ken/Shumei a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WAH SO HOTTT!&lt;br /&gt;Vyan: I  know, thank you&lt;br /&gt;Me: .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the later part, Kenneth disappeared. and we stoned somemore (stoning = universal hobby hurrhurr). Had to pack up, we were arguing about how to fold shirts. Vyan was tryna teach us. Omg guys teaching girls how to fold clothes HAHAHAHA. Oh the storeroom's pretty cool :/ hardeeharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RANDOM NOTE 02&lt;/strong&gt;: Vyan Tang is abstaining from the computer (So says the man himself). FOR FIVE MONTHS HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like being ultra annoying and spasming in lianz lingoz now, yknow lyk diz? yeahz. okayz, better not startz. hahaz, RIGHTZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jansen just taught me how to say effyou in french. Jansen is a bad boy HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey-lo all you Clarissa's blog-readers : DDD go sign my pretty blythe guestbook! : PP blythe &gt; barbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peanut butter beckons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112097917173472430?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112097917173472430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112097917173472430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112097917173472430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112097917173472430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-i-will-head-out-alone-and-hope-for.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112083860345479626</id><published>2005-07-08T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:11:23.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't know my back was aching so bad, until I lied down on my sister's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing favourites:&lt;br /&gt;Rachael Yamagata - Reason Why&lt;br /&gt;Fenix TX - Tearjerker&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in Plain View - Bleed For You&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Auf Der Maur - Taste You (French Version)&lt;br /&gt;Copeland - Brightest&lt;br /&gt;Thousand Foot Krutch - This Is A Call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, was down at CCK yesterday and today. Mary is so funny, I swear. "Eh Mary-thinking!" Fun fun funny! Rachel kept doing the STUPID-action :/ "EH Jina coming! Suck ah suck. Eh leaving! Blow ah blow. Wah she's running faster!" oMgzXxZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, got it going on : DDD Today was fun. Er Jansen's so .. strange. Tis not nice to call one a Mophead :/ gee, hw called me a minah. "&lt;strong&gt;WHATSYOURPROBLEM !!1! O.O!&lt;/strong&gt;" Passed him his prettycoughpinklianz earrings. He's sucha lazy bastard bytheway. OOH charlotte! : DDD Ok I hugged her until we both fell down :/ hahahah. Left, missed the frikin bus pfft. Took the next bus, thought we'd miss. HAHAHA we didn't! : PPP Had macs then stoned and walked around. Train ride home ((: hoho. Mr Lee, Jansen was blocking my view la ASS. gaspz, someone wansta go home together everyday -DIES. That's so .. stalker-ish! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a sort-of bimbo la, YOU KNOW." :/ excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical of a Loser: I knocked my head really hard against the concrete hardcourt by accident :/ Something along of the lines of inclined flex shite. THREE HARD KNOCKS on my head in the short span of 14 days. Please forgive me, if I seem any more stupider than I already am. Ok that was a badly phrased sentence, but whatevrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needta go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;GET FOR ME PLEASE, I'LL MARRY YOU! :&lt;br /&gt;1 black topshop shoes&lt;br /&gt;2 red polka-dot tevas&lt;br /&gt;3 black slippers from PS&lt;br /&gt;4 white, yellow, black topshop tank&lt;br /&gt;5 white knee-length shorts ripcurl&lt;br /&gt;6 cheap shades from meridien&lt;br /&gt;7 huge beads from meridien (to make earrings! : D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, please donate to the CLARISSA-HAS-A-FINANCIAL-CRISIS fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g'night yall, tis midnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112083860345479626?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112083860345479626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112083860345479626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112083860345479626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112083860345479626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-didnt-know-my-back-was-aching-so-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112057554685875297</id><published>2005-07-05T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T07:59:06.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday! :  D watched tv then lunch at Sakae. Then home to study. I'm sucha good girl hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milkrun crapshitez was on Sunday. Uh motivators at Benjamin Sheares bridge? :/ That was the furthest point bytheway. Woah the place had like SNGS-overload k. I swear the place was swarming with SNGS girls. So yeah, they're the organising school I think (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I heard Parking Lot Pimp was there! : DDD but damn, I wasn't even remotely near the mainstage ): And I missed the cheer performances too, so that sucks lah ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhuh uhhuh, went for coffee at Great World then home then dinner at Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho shopping yesterday : DDD I'm lazy to elaborate. Ooh, I should have gone to Paragon in the afternoon. To see the hottie hahahaha! Reached home at abouts 2200 hrs. I wanna buy the black topshop shoes! : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at like 0200 am, talking cock lah. Eh cocky earring o.O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah didnt come to school today shittypoo. Had lunch then went home. Oh the loserness, I didnt have the house key. So, I stoned/did math at the lobby hurrhurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva la Bam is the most awesome show ever, you can't deny that : PPP Pimp my ride's pretty good too. Oh I was watching the Ashlee Simpson show awhile ago, gee it's so dumb. But well, if you're bored why not. Haven't been watching Wade Robson Project in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmhm, can't wait for the weekend! : D Funny youth weekend thang and all oh sounds like fun. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ken is angel x four! Angel-0-meter : PPP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112057554685875297?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112057554685875297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112057554685875297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112057554685875297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112057554685875297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/07/saturday-d-watched-tv-then-lunch-at.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-112022129859258649</id><published>2005-07-01T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T06:24:55.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGWTFLAKSAROJAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Rachel is back! : DDD&lt;br /&gt;2 Nationals start next Thursday, 7th July&lt;br /&gt;3 Jingyuan is a good boy, I'm rewarding him (; I'm a good girl, he should be rewarding me! xD&lt;br /&gt;4 Weishan might teach me mahjong woohoo&lt;br /&gt;5 Sarah and Leanne should be coming over tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;6 Milkrun crapshitez is this Sunday&lt;br /&gt;7 Cheerleading with Marie for MOE thang&lt;br /&gt;8 Sarah has awful pictures of me on her camera ):&lt;br /&gt;9 Today I saw so many seniors! Serene, Weishan, Hchai, Qingyinr ++ lufff!&lt;br /&gt;10 I watched One Tree Hill yesterday, goodshit. (ok not very relevant ahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;11 My nose is really really cocked up now. My eyes too ):&lt;br /&gt;12 There is a permanent note for me on Debbie's blog. Talk about being honoured hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;13 Sarah is now my Chinese, English and Physics partner :/ omg die hahahaha, I mean, Sarah you die! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;14 Vyan's so funny hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm first day of school was "cocksucking" lah. Firstly, I got rebanded for chinese I'M IN THE LAST CLASS SHADAFUCKUP. Mr Fong's not teaching us english anymore ): It's Ms Koh now. Ms Koh's not teaching us elect lit now, it's Jophang. Blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night, I bloody hell walked into the blasted cupboard door. My god, it hurt like hell. Uh training on wednesday was at ccab. It sucked shit, cos I kept falling asleep during 100m sprints times six. So, I was sprinting at the speed of a sedated snail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poh Chuyin the awful git hit my forehead with her phone ): Big bully! K fine, it was by accident. But it hurt okay! Two nice bumps on my forehead in a week. Impressive eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was good I guess. Fiddled around with pipettes and burettes during chemistry. Shittypoo, I spilled like a whole cup of water on the floor :/ Had lunch at Queensway with fun people. Omg the lady who served us at Macs!!!1! her name on her nametag was spelt out in stickycaps!!1!! Chuyin doesn't know how to eat an apple pie properly; L is for love baby! Joy's ezlink card is so funny! "She say last time her mother everyday comb her hair that's why so straight" LMFAO. Wahlauz! Joy smacked Chuyin's thigh real hard, so Chuyin smacked my thigh real hard. Then Joy pinched Chuyin real hard, so Chuyin pinched me real hard .__. I felt so assaulted :/ hahaha k nvm. I swear Jaey was superhigh, she was laughing at everything I said. None of which were exceptionally funny :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went s-s-swimming today! : P 1 km swimming, and 500m walking in the pool. Damn tiring k! My nose is gay-ed up now, ickypoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sonic fest is so expensive ): Anyways, h-h-holiday on monday! Yay rocking. I'm gonna buy purple feather earrings thang at Queensway tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho, I like When It Comes by Tyler Hilton. Go listen! and uh the starting of Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve! : DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Valerie, get well soon! (: Love you muchly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it going on (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-112022129859258649?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/112022129859258649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=112022129859258649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112022129859258649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/112022129859258649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/07/well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111979400917876338</id><published>2005-06-26T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T07:58:46.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, badabing badaboom, and the 28 days (otherwise known as the June holidays) have whizzed by. &lt;strong&gt;Impressive&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow we students have to wake up at what some might term as an "Ungodly Hour" just to get ready for goddamn school asdfjkl. Oh I so look forward to school, DON'T YOU? Lovingly, I will embrace impossible amounts of homework, daily tests, teachers and stress. Soon enough, dark eye rings would start to form and we would all start feeling zonked out. We would be able to pass off as Goth Society members or something. Gee we could even appear in an advertisment for sleeping pills or a stress-management course you know? Now, that sounds like good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I deviated a bit, whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. Not that the holidays have been fantastic, but who would look forward to school (after 28 days of doing nothing remotely academic)?! Unless you are not in the right state of mind, of course. Thinking about school work makes me go into hysterical fits. Every night, with our caffeine saturated blood, we will burn the midnight oil doing homework and studying. The next day, we would awake with bloodshot eyes and do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;em&gt;excitement&lt;/em&gt; that I have for the starting school term is invading my sub-concious. Ah school is such a &lt;em&gt;charming prospect&lt;/em&gt;, that, I cannot deny and cannot resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay celebration, champagne/coke and cakes/cookies. WOWYAYCHEER, school is starting! For your convenience, I will reiterate, SCHOOL IS STARTING STARTING STARTING. TOMORROW! That was just a gentle reminder. Wait till school actually really starts, you'll be shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well, excluding schoolwork and all that stress, school can't be all that bad right? Some parts of me do look forward to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next post you see might be dated one week from now. So bye chicas, lovelove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111979400917876338?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111979400917876338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111979400917876338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111979400917876338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111979400917876338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-badabing-badaboom-and-28-days.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111942743295712449</id><published>2005-06-22T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T04:49:01.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I find comfort in knowing that I'm better than some people. Damn, I'm sucha slut omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, gonna collect my omgPINKwtf specs this friday! : DD lalala. One of the two reasons why I look forward to friday. Imma go buy the sexy black slippers I saw at Accessorize (Bishan) tomorrow! Mwah, tis rocking (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the Mizuno guy at Queensway. I think he's the tutukueh joke guy! Lyk omglolx babehz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok go! : DDD You're so damn hot and C-c-c-cinnamon lips too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha Angelina Jolie's so hot k. Bet you never knew Fergie's 30 and Gwen Stefani's 36. Whatever, they're both steaming salami anyways. Imma go watch Initial D ahahaha Edison Chen's cute! Ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Cai Ying Hua at Bishan MRT yesterday. I didn't know she transferred! Anyways, she's teaching at RI now. Wtf, she was telling us how &lt;em&gt;piao liang&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;cong ming&lt;/em&gt; the RI boys are. Then Val and I are like, "um okay .__." Paedophile omgz, &lt;em&gt;piao liang&lt;/em&gt; is so totally apt. I heard she just got married! She's so nice and friendly hahaha just that she's at least 15 cm shorter than me xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah shit, it's 1600 hrs already!!1! sleepy, arr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111942743295712449?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111942743295712449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111942743295712449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111942743295712449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111942743295712449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/06/sometimes-i-find-comfort-in-knowing.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111926789269056419</id><published>2005-06-20T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T06:03:11.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parking Lot Pimp - Blow. Woohoo, the mv's so rocking : DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay got new trainers today : DDD was quite irritated cos a lot of stores don't bring in Mizuno asdfjkl. and those that do, don't have my size :/ Then did specs, HAHAHA PINK HAHAHA. Hmm made my dental appointment at ndc online, awaiting confirmation : DD yay happy. Saw this nice sexy wallet at the wallet shop about 50 SGD. My mom says no ): Can't really blame her actually, considering how often I lose my valuables ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm quite a spoilt brat. I expect to get what I want :/ Does that make me high maintenance wtf! Yeah so whatevrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah nats session 1 on the 7th of July. That's fast :/ Um but I can't wait. I'm not taking part lah aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every version of We Belong Together and It's Like That is corrupted. Shittypoo ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Save Tonight by Eagle Eye Cherry! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 20th today! Yay go outside and ring your neighbour's doorbell 20 times and run away! : DDD tee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111926789269056419?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111926789269056419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111926789269056419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111926789269056419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111926789269056419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/06/parking-lot-pimp-blow.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111918959681158562</id><published>2005-06-19T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T06:59:56.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Public transport is bad. There was this dumbass kid who couldn't stop singing in the bus, think Teochew opera. Anyways changed bus, twas worst. Everytime the bus slowed to a halt, the brakes would let out an ear-piercing screech. Good grief, it smelt like a hospital too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdfjkl Mother Nature sucks. And you ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna watch Madagascar and Mr &amp; Mrs Smith. Anyone? SARAH CHACHNG CHACHNG, WE WERE SUPPOSED TO WATCH MADAGASCAR. POO LA, SLAP YOU. Imma not be able to go to the zoo on the 21st ): Bleeding training at bleeding Bishan, bleeding gobshite neyh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have gone down to Toa Payoh today. Anyhoo, I was productive today (: Rockingshiz, wooh. But, I woke up at 1200 hrs :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeheehee. PI PI PI : DDD steaming salami omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111918959681158562?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111918959681158562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111918959681158562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111918959681158562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111918959681158562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/06/public-transport-is-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111910944574693716</id><published>2005-06-18T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T08:44:05.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>): My mom's just so UGH sometimes. RAH WHY! Euw frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck lah, one week one week one week one week. Boohoo. Spectacles, dentist, shopping, english orals, training and chinkz lessonz (x2). Frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needage:&lt;br /&gt;book bag&lt;br /&gt;new trainers&lt;br /&gt;a pair of slippers&lt;br /&gt;decent wallet&lt;br /&gt;more clothes (always and forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, my parents don't seem very pleased with my spending habits and time management. Frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I spent almost 60 bucks on cab this week. Yay go me. After calculating my phone bill myself, I have decided that planting a bomb in my bra would be the best way to die. Ohdear frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hw's like the gayest shite on earth. HAHAHA he looks gay with braces xD Omgz babehz, lyk diez. I think someone has a crush on him wtfz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdfjkl frustration asdfjkl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111910944574693716?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111910944574693716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111910944574693716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111910944574693716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111910944574693716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-moms-just-so-ugh-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111898531602316504</id><published>2005-06-17T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T22:15:16.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ueye! : DDD gho's so funny hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYS ARE STUPID, THROW ROCKS AT THEM. ahaha (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm did some shopping yesterday (: Bought a nice green loofah from bodyshop. yay green green green! : DDD I shall bug my mom about the denim mini at topshop hohox. Oh, stoned with Germaine after lunch. Goodness, we saw this frikin amusing woman who kept stomping every few steps. And a few cute kids : D Yay Taka's a nice place to stone. I'm sick of dumpling whatevrrs kthx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASDFJKL it's one already. HAHAHA I DIE LAH. I haven't eaten my lunch wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So toa payoh tomorrow eh twin! : DDDD woohoo. Ponned training on wednesday so that sucks I feel bad ): Stoned a lot and got really sick of TAP SUM BONG hardeeharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocks, I passed tingxie today (: HEEHEEHEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arr sleepy sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111898531602316504?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111898531602316504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111898531602316504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111898531602316504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111898531602316504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/06/ueye-ddd-ghos-so-funny-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111872627207790472</id><published>2005-06-14T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T22:18:40.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Playing: Taking Back Sunday - Slowdance On The Inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go out for training today, I will apply sunblock. *Inserts boring paragraph about skin cancer and UV rays blahblahblah* Nyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): I have 2984390823 new moles. Like one on my ankle, one on my shin, one my left arm, one on my right arm, one on my left calf, three on my neck, two below my collarbone. Oh God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have this funky box-y giraffe sticker on the back of my cell phone now (: Smashing, it's so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma paint my nails red tonight : DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the auditions for the open category of milk mccoy was fine. There was this awesome foursome, called Candycrew! They did hiphop and modern &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really haven't done any shopping this hols. Haha someone go topshop wimme plz, we go buy undies hehe xD I want short denim shorts! And white jeans are so sunshine-y hawhawhaw. Polo tees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want bright yellow spectacles! hawhawhaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingyuan wants bday pressie hahaha. I remember telling Hw I'd get him pink earrings for his birthday, which happens to be over. He couldn't stop complaining about how his stupid gums hurt cos he got a tooth extracted .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Valerie goes to Bugis in the morning and proceeds to Bishan from there. LEAVING ME TO GO TO BISHAN ALONE ASDFJKL T.T Boohoohoo chicken backside lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh bai chicas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111872627207790472?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111872627207790472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111872627207790472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111872627207790472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111872627207790472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/06/playing-taking-back-sunday-slowdance.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111867414815475261</id><published>2005-06-13T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T07:49:08.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We'll never get this right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry I even tried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was a fool to have hope in you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111867414815475261?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111867414815475261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111867414815475261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111867414815475261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111867414815475261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/06/well-never-get-this-right-im-sorry-i.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111858764410194907</id><published>2005-06-12T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T07:54:45.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss slapping. I mean, I miss slapping Sarah, and I miss Sarah. HAHAHA, ARE YOU HONOURED SARAH XD yay we're going to the Zoo on the 21st! Isn't that an exciting prospect hohox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANWEI WANTS TO BE A BIMBO. HE TOTALLY CANNOT MAKE IT LAH. Maybe yes in the brains department :/ But he still rocks cos he gave me JfdAYsjfTEE's number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hump is like steaming salami SO ADDICTIVE, I LIKE! I like Edinger by Waking Ashland too. &lt;em&gt;Was it fate that brought us here? Or my mistakes I made in fear? Well is it too late to change my mind? Who have I been?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my hair to grow : DDDD I get excited thinking about my will-be long hair HAHAHA. and I get even more excited thinking about my will-be decent fringe : DDD right now my fringe sucks butt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111858764410194907?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111858764410194907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111858764410194907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111858764410194907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111858764410194907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-miss-slapping.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111850445500369504</id><published>2005-06-11T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T08:40:55.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY HUMP. MY HUMP. MY HUMPMYHUMPMY HUMP! Listen! By Black Eyed Peas! Rockssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg Fengshuo's so lame, he needs a wheelchair desperately. YES I'M SERIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was hmm fine I guess. Cheer prac was quite asdfjkl lah. Auditions tomorrow :/ ohnoez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NANANA, travelled to the stadium all by myself lah asdfjkl, so tiring ok. Cos I had to stand! asdfkjkl somemore. Yay I love that one, so handsome omg HAHAHAHA VAL SHARE OKAY VAL. Then there's another cute one, BUT SO AH BENG LAH. Then there's the BPS guy! Hohox Jingyuan's Mr Friendly hahahah, he's shorter than I remembered him to be! But he's so fast lah asdfjkl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep whoring the word asdfjkl. SHITME manx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, training at Bedok Stadium this tuesday, 1500 hrs! ASDFJKL, SO FAR AWAY LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, load of bull. I don't even know why I bother to hide my disappointment. Yeahyeahyeah go go go, I'm doing fine pretending that nothing happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111850445500369504?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111850445500369504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111850445500369504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111850445500369504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111850445500369504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-hump.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111830124030984028</id><published>2005-06-09T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T00:32:20.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surviving on 5 hours of sleep today honey! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MOS STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKE! Oh, be a sweetie get me one and deliver it to my house : DDD I'll kiss you regardless of your age/sex/looks HOHOX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me superhigh now. Laugh at stupid jokes, being crazy and giggly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, cause I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1 Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;2 Baozhen/Bao&lt;br /&gt;3 BARBIE (HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1 Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;2 Issa&lt;br /&gt;3 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1 ankles/wrists&lt;br /&gt;2 cheeky grin! : DDD&lt;br /&gt;3 SHOULDER BLADES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1 thunder thighs &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;2 stupid dumb bangs&lt;br /&gt;3 hairy monstaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1 chinese! hua ren! : D&lt;br /&gt;2 Singaporean?&lt;br /&gt;3 Hokkien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1 Loss&lt;br /&gt;2 growing fat/fatter or, having my face destroyed&lt;br /&gt;3 having no money : DD (Material bitch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1 smiling/giggling/grinning&lt;br /&gt;2 TOOTHPASTE + TOOTHBRUSH&lt;br /&gt;3 my mouth (HAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1 bods tee&lt;br /&gt;2 green earsticks&lt;br /&gt;3 topshop girl boxers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:&lt;br /&gt;1 Taking Back Sunday : DDDD&lt;br /&gt;2 Something Corporate&lt;br /&gt;3 Waking Ashland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS:&lt;br /&gt;(currently)&lt;br /&gt;1 Be Be Your Love - Rachel Yamagata&lt;br /&gt;2 Counting The Stars - Waking Ashland&lt;br /&gt;3 October Skies - Waking Ashland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;1 FUN/HUMOR&lt;br /&gt;2 Real communication&lt;br /&gt;3 lovelalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;1 I'm better than you by &lt;em&gt;this much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;2 I'm bisexual&lt;br /&gt;3 I'm afraid of creepy crawlies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1 HAWT BODY! Defined lines (:&lt;br /&gt;2 Symmetrical face&lt;br /&gt;3 Humor! But that's not physical. So, the grin then! : DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1 Checking myself out (LOLZZZ)&lt;br /&gt;2 Hot boys spotting!&lt;br /&gt;3 Being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1 Drink Mos Strawberry Milkshake&lt;br /&gt;2 GO SHOPPING/SPEND MONEY (Hey big $pender!)&lt;br /&gt;3 play bingo/hear a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED:&lt;br /&gt;1 Fashion mag editor!&lt;br /&gt;2 PRESIDENT HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;3 Awesome shake-ass dancer : DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1 DUBAI DUBAI DUBAI BABY DUBAI!&lt;br /&gt;2 New York City/Paris/Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;3 Heaven : DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KID'S NAMES YOU LIKE:&lt;br /&gt;1 Bartholomew&lt;br /&gt;2 Paris&lt;br /&gt;3 January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1 Stranger-sex!&lt;br /&gt;2 Be really wild. Wilder than you can imagine : DDD&lt;br /&gt;3 Kiss any random hot guy I see on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:&lt;br /&gt;1 I swear like there's no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;2 I am totally egomanical (STEREOTYPICALLY BOY!)&lt;br /&gt;3 I am very vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A CHICK:&lt;br /&gt;1 I &lt;3 SH-H-HOPPING!&lt;br /&gt;2 Cheerleader!&lt;br /&gt;3 So damn vain, you'll hate me for it.&lt;br /&gt;+ I giggle a lot.&lt;br /&gt;+ I LOVE BOYS! BOYS BOYS BOYS. BOYSSSSSSSS! (Hawt ones!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE THAT I WOULD LIKE TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1 My !crush (HAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;2 Anybody&lt;br /&gt;3 THE PRESIDENT! hohox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111830124030984028?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111830124030984028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111830124030984028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111830124030984028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111830124030984028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/06/surviving-on-5-hours-of-sleep-today.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111824580394028592</id><published>2005-06-08T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T08:50:03.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;she's calling out to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is a call, this is a call out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause everytime i fall down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I reach out to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I'm losing all control now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my hazard signs are all out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm asking you, to show me what this life is all about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. CKJSDFKJSDFKJLL;AKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go to Bukit Gombak tomorrow! I kind of just figured out that all my holiday trainings are at Bishan from 1500-1800 hrs BLARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teared abit after I read a certain message skdjflskdjflkd ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are Love, for now:&lt;br /&gt;1 Thousand Foot Krutch - This Is A Call&lt;br /&gt;2 Rachel Yamagata - Be Be Your Love&lt;br /&gt;3 Imogen Heap - Hide and Seek&lt;br /&gt;4 Brand New - Am I Wrong&lt;br /&gt;5 Sheryl Crowe - First Cut Is The Deepest&lt;br /&gt;6 Waking Ashland - Counting The Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would do almost anything to get you back by my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I'll just keep on laughing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hiding the tears in my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111824580394028592?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111824580394028592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111824580394028592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111824580394028592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111824580394028592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/06/shes-calling-out-to-you-this-is-call.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111814194973352922</id><published>2005-06-07T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T04:11:46.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would have given you all of my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's someone who's torn it apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he's taken just all that I had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you want I'll try to love again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby I'll try to love again but I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first cut is the deepest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby I know, the first cut is the deepest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when it comes to bein' lucky, he's cursed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when it comes to lovin' me, he's worst&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the first cut is the deepest- Sheryl Crowe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;: DDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111814194973352922?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111814194973352922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111814194973352922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111814194973352922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111814194973352922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/06/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111813422151999809</id><published>2005-06-07T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:19:39.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is an extremely belated response coming from me hoho hello June &lt;em&gt;holidays&lt;/em&gt;! Hoorah! : DDD We're well into the second week of the hols, that's fast. Cheer preview shiz on friday morning, training from afternoon to early evening, trackandfield barbecue after that. Friday's a busybusy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super random last night/early this morning. I called Daryl up to tell him the durian+longan(!!1! HEEHEEHEE) joke lah. I just felt like doing it okay! I don't need a pyschiatrist, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard SNGS is sending the whole sec 3 level for the Milkrun shiz. That's pyschotic. AND &lt;em&gt;pervertic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really like the piano part in Hurricane by Soco! Shit, I think I'm obsessed hohox. I want the piano scores! skdjfsskdf. I feel like playing the piano now. Ugh, I want the piano here NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA GO READ SARAH'S ONLINE DIARY! She fell down 23489308 times while blading, oh the loser. Let's go slap Sarah heehee! We're gonna watch Madagascar next Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Mos strawberry milkshake! It's Awesome, capital A : DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy says that it's ridiculous how I use my phone. He's quite angry ): And he might deduct it from my allowance. Fuck, that means I might get only FORTY moolah this month omg. Notice, I said might. Okeh, let's hope he doesn't xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lower back hurts like I-don't-know-what ): Landed on my hip quite hard in the baby pool, so it hurts too. There's a bruise about the size of a fifty cent coin. Ah and I hit my head so hard against the pool wall yesterday. Yesterday was fun! Took superspastic pictahs. AAHH! The RonaldMcdonald one quite embarrassing hmm. My shoulders are tomato red ): I look like i'm blushing blargh. skdfjdlksjf I get burnt so bloody easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MOS STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKE NOW DANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wonder, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;are you thinking of me cause I'm thinking of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wonder, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;are you ever coming back in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111813422151999809?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111813422151999809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111813422151999809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111813422151999809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111813422151999809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-extremely-belated-response.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111797279442518099</id><published>2005-06-05T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T05:06:37.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think this smiley ---&gt; !_! is so cute! HAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I jumped into the swimming pool from my room window! Cos I was feeling super high! It felt like I was flying! hohox. LYK FLYING FOX 514HZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgzwtf, I think I sound very much like a mental case. EEEYARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is rather random, BUT I SMELL LIKE A CHOCOLATE MUFFIN. not shittin you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT-THA THAT-THA THAT-THA, THAT GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;this is very addictiffff. Actually! The whole song is! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say KANINA repeatedly, it will sound like a song! heeheez. it reminds me of tuna, I DONT KNOW WHY. TELL ME I'M NOT SPASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and I will slap each other like Jlo and Jfo do in MONSTER-IN-LAW! HAHA SO FUN. Just that both Sarah and I will be standing up, so that I will have the advantage HEEHEEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supershitspastic today! ohnoex. I CANNOT WAIT FOR FRIDAY! WOOHOO. SWIMMING TOMORROW. YAYZ!!11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonono, don't phunk with my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy the whole of next week lah howzzzzz. I wanna watch madagascar damnit! CAN SOMEONE WATCH IT WITH ME PLZZZZ, or imma end up watching it MYSELF. euw, i'm sucha deprived loser. slap me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, nabei. My chinese tutor is so UGH IRRITATING i tell you! She's gonna tutor me SIX times this month. HELLO?! That's way ridiculouzzzzz. Mehness, suicide-inducing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GONNA WATCH WATERBOYS LATER. SHATUP, IT'S NOT LOSER. IT'S NOT IT'S NOT IT'S NOT! hahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why oh why is it only 8. IT FEELS LIKE TEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking of the dumbass trolley thing, and when we whizzed past Elangovan's class. and when I jumped off right infront of the door AND ran away, leaving the stupid trolley shit there. HAHAHA. THAT WAS BECAUSE WE WERE ACCOMPANYING I-FORGOT-WHO TO FRICTION! HEHEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okeh, baibaiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111797279442518099?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111797279442518099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111797279442518099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111797279442518099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111797279442518099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-think-this-smiley-is-so-cute_05.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111780863668815454</id><published>2005-06-03T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T07:49:32.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MISS POKING! CHUYIN! HAHAHA. SMACK SMACK SMACK YOUR FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grow, fringe, grow! I will drink enfagrow! So, my hair would grow! and I would grow upwards too! HEEHEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby so fly, feeling damn high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up frikin early for Math tuition at 1000 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed down to school at abouts 1245 hrs to collect results, WHOAH COWNESS I PASSED OVERALL PERCENTAGE YEAH 50%&lt;br /&gt;Down to Bukit Merah Macs for foooood. Met Hchai! Nerissa, Amanda Sim ++&lt;br /&gt;Then, cabbed to Bishan stadium. I was talking to Val half-way, then I looked out of the window! There was this other cab beside us and there was a picture, of a lady holding a camera, on the window okay! I thought it was real, got a beeeeeeeeg shock! I told Val to look, and she literally jumped! So funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was shitass awful. Left earlier than usual, with Valerie. Stoned for a bit at J8, saw more people. Like Jude, with his sngs gf! and Janice oh Janice! Hahaha, I was staring cos he looked damn familiar? Then he stared back at me for awhile before looking at Val. BUT VALERIE CHONG WANJING WAS PEERING CLOSELY AT HER TRAY. Why? Cos she was tryna spot the FIVE BANANAS on the paper thang. Hmm, saw Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Jude AGAIN! .. at Mos! Then I was thinking, &lt;em&gt;hey he looks familiar hmm&lt;/em&gt;. So I staaaaaaared! Then he staaaared back too! I thought it wasn't him, cos he looked quite tall while sitting down. Couldn't stop staring, then I saw his gf and finally recognized him. Mega-embarrassing. Cos Val was pointing at them, without knowing it was them! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train ride was funny too! We saw this guy with RED CHECKERED SHOES. Damn gay lah please. Super funny, and I think a lot of people saw us staring and giggling at his shoes xD. Changed trains at Dhoby Ghaut. Wooh! I was walking on the travellator and looking sideways. .. And I bloody hell walked straight into this ahpek in front of me. Crashed into him quite hard? He was totally clearing his throat loudly and intentionally. Omg, I apologized like crazy and ran off laughing like a madwoman. Val was infront, laughing at me ): I thought it was her that I crashed into okay! How embarrassing, sheesh. Met Mark at the station! Haha he was carrying this weird drum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the train! We were spasming and laughing like nuts. I think the people all around us were quite freaked out? The MRT dude must think we're lunatics! He was smiling at his walkie-talkie you know that! As though his gf's pic was on it. HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played badminton at my place! Quite fun. Soaked our feet abit too. Then home! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going swimming next friday! Lurrrrrrhve. I remember Resa kept asking me to look yesterday! Sick please :/ HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, will attempt to be productive this holiday (: I WILL BE! I CAN BE! mmhnn! Hanwei's bday tomorrow o.O mm kbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111780863668815454?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111780863668815454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111780863668815454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111780863668815454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111780863668815454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-miss-poking-chuyin-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111771446353592249</id><published>2005-06-02T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T07:53:58.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KOH WEISHAN = PORNQUEEN.&lt;br /&gt;hohoho, saw her in school on Wednesday (010605).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday,&lt;br /&gt;juliana peh!&lt;br /&gt;ng zhiyi!&lt;br /&gt;cheryl pat!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSTING ABOUT CAMP! Slept in the audi (air-con &lt;3)! : D lubbz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1!&lt;br /&gt;haha I think we were the only ones who wore full school attire .__. WE COULD HAVE GONE IN PE ATTIRE RAAAAH. Had training blahblahblah. Basically, it was train sleep lunch bus train bus school (: THE BUS PART WAS SUPER FUNNY. We were ultra high okay xD funny funny! kuku kuku! The food there's quite good (y)! Had this really useful talk about motivation and perseverance. Then lights out! HAHAHAHA. Lyanne invaded my sleeping space! Hahaha Val, Lyanne and I squeezed together for awhile, giggling like mad over some-THANG. Twas quite cold in the audi brrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Germaine came only today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, THE BEST DAY EVER! XD training uhh.&lt;br /&gt;YAY. Proceeded to the auditorium to rest and relax, at around 12. We ended up playing catching (sad to say, we have no childhood. maybe just !me hurrhur). Super-mega-ultra-fun to run on sleeping bags + gym mats XD Well, three words, laugh scream run (: I slipped on some sleepping bag and landed on olivia chuyin and sophia, then I started laughing like a mad woman. Played the piano, played some more catching, played with the microphone, laughed, played even more catching, screamed, wrestled Chuyin, had fun : D Poh Chuyin = big bully. I swear I rolled over majority of the shoes over there, tickling r bad for choo. Rachel-anne's super screamy + giggly. OH, maggi-mee hair! HAHAHA, they blamed her curly hair for the funny scrambled eggs! Damn ridiculous lah please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down for chicken rice lunch, then wenta town for treasure hunt shiz! My feet were aching like crazy after that. But it was fun! We were damn enthu ok, run and run and run. Ate ice-cream, searched some more. Serene and Sharon were helping o.O Serene's so funny ok! Split and went to Scotts, supposedly to look for clues. Ended up eating yami yoghurt (&lt;333!) WITH FRUITY PEBBLES! LYANNE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Got friction! Between the shit and the hole" - Miss Poh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to far east, cab back and another talk. Poh the genius, SHE DROPPED HER TOWEL IN A PUDDLE OF WATER. HAHAHAHA AND YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN HER LONGLONGLONG LEG HAIR ON THE TAPE! MEH, Ziping dropped her clean shirt in the toilet cubicle after I said that I'd pull her clothes down if she didn't come out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to sleep in the hall for the remaining two nights lah wth ): Stupid heise, complain Queens are alluvus. Yada yada yada. OOH WE HAD COCKFIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3!&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early to make breakfast. Maggi mee galore O.O! Then marinated some CHIKIN wings. Euw, it was damn cold ok. My fingers were totally numb ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training and games! wooh rocks. Our group rocks, had funfunfun people like Resa, Lyanne, Chuyin and Twin&lt;3! ++ others. First, we played floorball. I was goalie, damn boring lah. Just stood there laughing hoho WE WON THIS GAME damn tough fight hurrhur. Then we played captain's ball with hoola-hoop! I was holding the hoola-hoop and standing on the bench. Fun-ness. We lost this game though haha. Then we played captain's ball. I fell off the bench a couple of times o.O" I gave Beatrice THREE bruises cos I fell on her once oops! WE WON! Eh but I got molested quite a bit during the captain's ball games la :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm lunch, rest, training at Bishan. I didn't have the strength to lift up my legs to run during 200s ): I have really shitlousy sprinting skillzzz. So yeah ): Cheryl tripped over a hurdle and fell down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climbed the balcony thing! So fun! Had barbecue dinner at night! Played What's the Time Mr Wolf then arranged tables ugh. Qingying, Cheeqing and Yuxuan came! (: Bathed and had talk. I almost almost pulled Sophia's shorts down ok! and she !almost almost pulled mine down too! In the end, Sophia Chuyin and Olivia mass attacked me :/ My pants almost!almost got pulled down again. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4!&lt;br /&gt;Really slack training, movie, break camp. Stoned around school awhile, then GWC for lunch (with the below mentioned and Sophia)! The service at KFC there really sucks ok. Had a nice talk, then my place for swimmmmmming with Twin, Rena, Resa and Chuyin. Wooh, lubbz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so tired now, can just sleep forever. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst. One of my New Year Resolutions was to swear less, did you know that? LMAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111771446353592249?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111771446353592249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111771446353592249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111771446353592249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111771446353592249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/06/koh-weishan-pornqueen.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111728595621098694</id><published>2005-05-28T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T06:12:36.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DOHOHO. Today is a ... Saturday! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Monster-in-Law on Thursday : D Twas hilarious. I WANNA WATCH MADAGASCAR AND A LOT LIKE LOVE! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the Dentist (wtf, noooo) and the Optometrist during the June hols, on my mother's insistence ): I have to wear specs mehhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ATE A WHOLE LOAD FOR DINNER YESTERDAY. graggggh. I am so fat now ): But, rosti is lubbx. Fat is unlubbz T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be ironing clothes now. and I was watching final fantasy: the spirits within halfway! .. I came to blog, you see. Dude, I don't even know what that girl's name is. But I know that the sixth spirit is some plant shit! HARHARHAR. Irrelevant shiz, I KNOW hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm, track&amp;field camp on monday! HEIGHO. I'll be gone for FIVE STINKIN DAYS. EUWWWW. In school somemore, DOUBLE EUW. I am going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to-buy camplist:&lt;br /&gt;01 slippers&lt;br /&gt;02 track pants&lt;br /&gt;03 ziplock bags&lt;br /&gt;04 mini tubes of face soap WO AI CLEAN AND CLEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thassall i needa buy. HOHOHO bring cards and charger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LB in 15 mins! : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111728595621098694?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111728595621098694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111728595621098694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111728595621098694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111728595621098694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/05/dohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111702094634234527</id><published>2005-05-25T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T04:38:53.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today just drained me of all strength. asdkfjasldkfjaldksjfalskdraaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed &lt;strong&gt;FOUR&lt;/strong&gt; bloody subjects (COWSH!T). This is extremely disastrous and shameful. Very obviously, I have deproved since last term. I can just imagine how horrified my parents would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was supposed to be at Bishan. But somehow, we ended up training in school. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, I had fun spasm-ing in chinese language. We had this STUPID(pardon my lack of vocabulary. But whatever sucks = stupid.) sexuality talk. It made me want to puke, and go into hysterical fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toe has been hurting since I accidentally kicked the frikin door weeks ago. WHY OH WHY wouldn't the pain just go away. I can't even wiggle it properly ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1926 now. I'm supposed to be on my way to Orchard (Centrepoint shopping mall, to be exact) for dinner. Being born with a brain the size of a dried pea (as you can see from my academic results), I think that cabbing there is the only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swimming in sick lullabies, choking on your alibis. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111702094634234527?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111702094634234527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111702094634234527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111702094634234527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111702094634234527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/05/today-just-drained-me-of-all-strength.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111685833069603409</id><published>2005-05-23T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T07:25:30.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAH! Tomorrow morning will be so ..messy -glares at ning. Your fault, shit you lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I just figured out? Maybe I can't do morning run tomorrow, because my shoebag might not be in the General Office :/ Ickypoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I lost my mother's ez-link card. I most probably dropped it ): BOOHOOHOO. I hope the card is actually with her. BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Laguna Beach three times in a row ): mehness I am very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I bought a green &amp; blue top from Fox! It was really cheap, 20SGD. Woohoo. I want more stripey shirts! I saw this really pretty yellow &amp;amp; blue tee (92SGD), by Ralph Lauren Polo. And a coupla other nice tops! Meh, gimme the money. I desperately need to go shopping! I need decent shorts too. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111685833069603409?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111685833069603409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111685833069603409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111685833069603409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111685833069603409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/05/rah-tomorrow-morning-will-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111678053680089374</id><published>2005-05-22T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T09:48:56.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gladwin has awesome driving skills, thumbs up. &lt;em&gt;Rollercoaster, favourite ride.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this damn silly phone convo with Vyan lah (Jiaen said I sounded damn toot!). He asked me for my name. and I was like, HUH ME? Then later I went, Are you wearing a red shirt? Oh i see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith = Grandy&lt;br /&gt;.. something along those lines. Grandy was, being REALLY gay. He kept going on about wanting to pick up violin. HE WAS WEARING HIS &lt;u&gt;GAY&lt;/u&gt; VISOR EVEN THOUGH IT WAS .. quite dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, some people were playing volleyball with a soccer ball! Like Kathi, Kristi, Jiaen, Matthias HOHOHO and I don't know who else. Owch. Then after that, err Kathi/Kristi (I CAN'T TELL THEM APART. SUCKS BE TO ME!) couldn't stop laughing at Shaun and Keith. Ohman, it was so hilarious. Cos they were playing tennis doubles! And the both of them dived for the ball, and hit each other. Eh Jerik's like good at every sport. Tennis, hurdles, soccer blahblahblah. I'M SO JEALOUS )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to tie a knot with a cherry stalk! But I couldn't! What is wrong with me, ohnoez ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at abouts 2235. Gladwin's van is totally like a kidnap experience kind of thing. Just that it has cushions, a guitar, tesnnis rackets blahblahblah. Okay, the carpark part was um bumpy swervy. HE DOESN'T SLOW DOWN AT HUMPS! Then after that, I fell onto Matthias! HAHAHAHA, so sorry! ): Marcus was semi-dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111678053680089374?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111678053680089374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111678053680089374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111678053680089374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111678053680089374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/05/gladwin-has-awesome-driving-skills.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111667112166719593</id><published>2005-05-21T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T03:25:21.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The world contained enough suffering, to qualify as a purgatory in itself." -Graham Greene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYE Chinese results are exceedingly disappointing. I never expected myself to do so badly. English is just fine I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH It wasn't supposed to be like that. I wasn't supposed to tell you. It's like, you putting your fingers down my throat (by asking). And.. everything coming out after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111667112166719593?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111667112166719593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111667112166719593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111667112166719593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111667112166719593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/05/world-contained-enough-suffering-to.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111660169993706481</id><published>2005-05-20T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T08:08:19.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now, I just want to kill everybody who makes my life miserable. And destroy anything remotely eyesore-ish. GAAAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd just ask me what's wrong with me. I wish you cared. I wish you knew how I am feeling. WHY JUST CAN'T I STOP THIS "YOU" THING. It's killing me inside out, screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being such an emocow, am going to cry into my pillow now. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111660169993706481?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111660169993706481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111660169993706481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111660169993706481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111660169993706481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/05/right-now-i-just-want-to-kill.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111648971237319546</id><published>2005-05-19T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T01:01:52.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary by Travis sounds ghostly. I like Follow The Light! Ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My math tutor must think that I'm a complete nutcase now. For no rhyme or reason, I shouted "LOTTERY!" while doing a coordinate geometry sum. I was scribbling random words on my school blouse with a ballpoint pen : D And every five minutes, I'd go "boringgggg." Then I'd toe the rug with seemingly great interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys downstairs are an awful bunch, I should know. They fucking hell sound like pre-pubescent altar boys. Oh goodness gracious, they are swimming in their underoos (purple, turquoise, black and dark blue). One's skeletal, another's fat as a well-fed pig, the other two are just ..shapeless lumps of i-dont-know-what. Fantastic, hugging each other right now. UGH why won't they just close that bloody cesspit of theirs. BLOODYCOW, just shutup alright, inconsiderate ahbengs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I took my Geography paper with the mother of all flus. It was as though someone opened the floodgates of Mucous Reservoir. I was red all over and I still am. Half-way through my paper, I noticed that my examiner had GREEN TOE NAILS. I almost choked on my own tongue. Twas a revolting sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics was just awful. I was bullshitting my way through. I was chanting 2498294832 different kinds of formulae this morning, it would have been entirely possible to have me explode into non-existence in a cloud of alphabets and numbers. I live in fear of failing my physics overall :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EUW. ONE OF THE STUPID BOYS DOWNSTAIRS JUST SNEEZED LOUDLY... into the pool. I feel like a live commentator (of some sorts) on Star Sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last paper tomorrow! (: Hear me ROAAAAR IN TRIUMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's form a Debbie Sucks Society. She made me bring the Emaths text for a certain purpose, but skasdkfjsdklajlksdf. Bottomline:  Debbie = Sick Anal Bitch (: I called her up and rattled off strings of vulgarities into the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now the severely annoying boys are singing a rendition of She Bangs. In my opinion, they desperately need hormone injections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun reading my extremely disorganised post. .. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111648971237319546?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111648971237319546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111648971237319546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111648971237319546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111648971237319546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/05/dear-diary-by-travis-sounds-ghostly.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111642127204104023</id><published>2005-05-18T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T06:38:38.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>asfjksdlfakjd physics tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autumn brings a song i sing so desperately&lt;br /&gt;these shattered dreams from broken wings of love&lt;br /&gt;october skies and city lights were all a blur&lt;br /&gt;and high tide came washing them away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh blaaaah. It's so hard to find a topic to talk, with you. Your answers are monosyllabic, and you hardly ever reply. It just upsets me that you don't make an effort to let people feel cared for. It's so stupid how superficial this friendship is. Maybe it's just me. Just when you think it's you i'm referring to, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said alright, alright, alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111642127204104023?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111642127204104023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111642127204104023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111642127204104023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111642127204104023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/05/asfjksdlfakjd-physics-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111608329908858733</id><published>2005-05-14T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:48:52.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;in summer, in summer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where all the girls bare olive shoulders&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in summer, in summer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i'm here to win you over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you will be mine this year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moohoho, i feel like prancing about. i saw this nice green and blue bik at jalapeno! wooh. and i tried this stripey red and white shirt at esprit : DDDD lubbb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiaen and i are gonna be lane scorers for bowling gala! apparently, it's a special game Oo hokay whatevrr manx. i'll be bringing garden and potato salad for the bbqshiz. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Morten when I look at you I swear to God I see the Devil" -taken from my lit book, An Enemy of The People. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy things! :&lt;br /&gt;1 pretty pictures/things/people/layouts/ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;2 shopping&lt;br /&gt;3 God!&lt;br /&gt;4 juice&lt;br /&gt;5 chocolate/candy&lt;br /&gt;6 eyecandy!&lt;br /&gt;7 bingo!&lt;br /&gt;8 shoesss/clothes/accessories&lt;br /&gt;9 jeremy ng!&lt;br /&gt;10 sleep&lt;br /&gt;11 good music&lt;br /&gt;12 SARAH CHNG JIAHUI! cos she's so funny and laughy : D&lt;br /&gt;13 SDMs! (well, that's what Atheena calls us o.O")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must&lt;br /&gt;1 try to lose weight! if i dont, then nevermind :D&lt;br /&gt;2 save money! so that i can get decent presents for everyone and go shopping!&lt;br /&gt;3 get a tan!&lt;br /&gt;4 start going for runs NOW. cos 2.4's gonna be after exams ohnoez.&lt;br /&gt;5 be productive heh&lt;br /&gt;6 for now, study awful hard for physics/geog/emath&lt;br /&gt;7 improve my persuasive skillzzz!!1!1! (persuasive eloquence = veh useful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must ask germaine about fatlips analogies XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay my sister just told me there'll be a (by invitation) sale at esprit on the 20th of this month. LAST DAY OF EXAMS. damn, imma be going out! BUT, i wanna go to the sale too! ): ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned that i kept muttering to myself during amaths exam! (eg. omg clarissa you die you die you die. you dont know how to do this question. you stupid shit. you die.) in the end, i wrote "WTF" in bright pink next to this really difficult problem hurrhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need a decent stationary shop at harbourfront lah wtf. okay right, i just remembered that today's the due date for the book i borrowed from national libraries! uhoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks be to sarah &gt;p HAHAHAH has anyone heard about her new email add! OMGZ, veh tall indeed! (y) do 2.4! do 2.4! wimme! (: OMG, sarah has never eaten oranges before! and grapes too. andandAND, she's afraid that she'll fall down halfway during 2.4 so she doesnt want to do it. she's allowed to not do it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEET SARAH! (quotes)&lt;br /&gt;"which means i've never eaten an orange. so don't laugh at me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and apart from grape-flavoured drinks/sweets. ive never actually eaten a grape too! haha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i do know how grapes taste like! i've eaten mentos before lorh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and everyone say oranges are sour. :) see, clever me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i don't think i like arguing with you much. your logic always seem more logical than my nonsense. and you seem to be able to come up with more things to say. blehh. slapyou."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's nonsensical crap that seems like logic because your long tongue talks so much that it confuses the minds of everyone else and leads them to believe that it is real logic when in truth it's just nonseeensssseeeeee." (after i told her that i'm an extremely logical girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, this is sucha nonsensical silly post hardeeharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111608329908858733?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111608329908858733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111608329908858733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111608329908858733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111608329908858733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-summer-in-summer-where-all-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111598949123686385</id><published>2005-05-13T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T08:55:09.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tom sucked harry's dick&lt;br /&gt;tom sucked harry's dick&lt;br /&gt;tom sucked harry's dick&lt;br /&gt;TOM SUCKED HARRY'S DICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahha i'm sure to fail chem! i wrote mass balance instead of electronic balance. ohnoez-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss sim tutored us in maths for awhile. ok, maybe not us, just anna. uglow arry! (: two dollar pencil lah. -looks at val. HEEHEEHEE. uglow arry, indeed ;) OOH, the post-its and pink highlighter part too. omgz, you would never believe who jinawoo's new eyecandy is HARHARHARHARHARHAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenta hbf with val. LMFAOZZZ. we were looking for TENTEN! wenta starbucks oO. ah, we felt so bad lah ): had fun anyways, bee ai enn gee ohh! val won all six games lah! ): ahahhaha mahathir dude served us. he's bloody hilarious ok, we couldn't stop laughing at him. he looks like sucha clumsy loser ehehe. he kept smiling and nodding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".. amusing. wrong. insane!" -jeremy ON MAHATHIR! cos we wrote a note of thanks and told him about amusing mahathir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fann wong bloody hell cannot sing ok. euwch, i r teh disgustedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeremy ng's so handsome ok! swoonz. he's only two. BUT I CRUSH HIM! : D debbie's an asshole cos she kicked me under the table and stepped on my feet HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin's coming over this coming monday. woohoo, can't wait for my haircut ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN TO PENNY LANE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]omg i'm damn high now hahahaahahahahhaha. i want bubblegum! hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know (chan)daryl's deepest darkest desires! HEEHEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dicko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ve shud go ta mustafa, nd plae da vat color game. vecoz, it r teh funz. zuoshen has bruises all over his arm because they play this game in school! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, i vaguely remember saying, "omg. nezha on the floorzzzz!!1!1" at church today. then germaine broke out in hysterical laughter o.O'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendster = fock. ah, tired. 2339hrs[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111598949123686385?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111598949123686385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111598949123686385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111598949123686385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111598949123686385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/05/tom-sucked-harrys-dick-tom-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111581859387003894</id><published>2005-05-11T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T06:36:33.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stop telling God how big your storm is. Instead, tell your storm how big your God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111581859387003894?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111581859387003894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111581859387003894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111581859387003894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111581859387003894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/05/stop-telling-god-how-big-your-storm-is.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111563823256800650</id><published>2005-05-09T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T04:30:32.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kaay, Debbie stop nudging me. Or I'll punch your nose flat. HAHAHAHAHA SHE HAS FRIENDSTER. someone go tell oc plzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo yao chong liang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. back. Today sucked. Balancing chemistry equations gave me a headache. It was like, sticky caps. Three bloody worksheets wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh blah, I left my wallet in chinese class ): germaine lent me money yay. Spent 24309843 hours on a couple of amaths sums &gt;&lt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harharhar, fell off the seat in the van again. Like wtf, second time &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA HAVE MY HAIR CUT TWO WEEKS FROM NOW. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chicken cheebye. : D germaine's trade mark cos her cheebye looks like chicken XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altered guestbook layout. that's all for now, kthxbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111563823256800650?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111563823256800650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111563823256800650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111563823256800650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111563823256800650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/05/kaay-debbie-stop-nudging-me.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111548289430568777</id><published>2005-05-07T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T09:21:34.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Glenn is teh epitome of hawt. and Daryl is jeluz HARHARHAR. Sorry bf! but, glenn &gt; you. HEEHEEHEE-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh squat down, the Little Alien can see you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's twelve midnight, I thought it was like 10 or something. Anyway, it is totally mandatory that I tell you about this. I AM GOING TO HAVE A PIMPLE! T.T veh good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie will rape me on monday morning. BUT, I'll throttle her neck like she's a chicken before she does that. And, have my foot down evil (: I am perfectly capable of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdfjkl; It is not within my ability to not fail less than three subjects this term. It's not like they're gonna put me in anyway. So, screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARHARHAR THE POWER OF BHANGRA HARHARHAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna has taught us that if we want it, WE LICK IT XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is twenty minutes past midnight, hello to the morning of the Eighth of May 2005. I should be going! Ho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111548289430568777?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111548289430568777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111548289430568777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111548289430568777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111548289430568777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/05/glenn-is-teh-epitome-of-hawt.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111539256986709409</id><published>2005-05-06T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:05:34.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it when people ignore my sms, or when I IM them )&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i'm so not gonna carry the grey nike bag to school anymore ): everyone was .. being mean about me .. and my bag SHIITYALL. shushan drew a condom on my palm today HRM SEXPOSITIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer was .. embarrassing as usual. hello don't laugh at me lah. WAHLAUEH. Ok, just had to embarrass myself in front of the class on both ocassions, last week's lesson and today's. I bet Sarah laughed the loudest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi peepz out derez, itz lyk almoz eleven liaox. den my dadee still nort backz. veh loneli w0rx. cum pei me larhx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ponned physics : D gogowinner ok HEEHEEHEE. Wenta Anna's church! First, we went to tb popular cos somebody wanted to look for her STUPID sidney sheldon. HAHAHA THEN WE WERE AT COLD STORAGE BUYING UM FOOD. Anna and Debbie are so anti-vegetablejuice ok. Val agrees with me that it's nice : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, we were cooking instant noodles! HAHAHA the big packet one is 550ML! .. well, so says Debbie. Anna was going something like "put in the microwave for 3 mins" and Debbie happily said that she usually puts for THREE MINUTES AND TWENTY SECONDS. lmfao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting for Anna, I plopped myself on a couch and went like "OHH. O.O!!1!" so, Debbie was wondering whatthehell. so she sat down too and she went, "OH. O.O!". then Valerie sat down, BUT she had no reaction. She even remembers where Jerome once sat. Lunch was pure amusement. I shared noodles with 450ML. Couldn't stop laughing. AT LEAST IT WAS SILENT LAUGHTER HOKAY. Valerie stared at Anna, then Anna ran out of the room to laugh oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf did i mention that we had a great time trying to solve a primary six speed question. hurr. I TOOK A PICTURE OF DEBBIE'S SPORTS BRA FROM HER THE BACK OF HER NECK. IT'S SMALL, BYTHEWAY. i meant, the size.. OF HER BRA. There was something wrong with Anna la, she couldn't stop giggling at EVERYTHING. and Valerie kept playing Way over and over again. It's a damn nice song though, very sad too. The green and pink pillows were taken away from me! ): so i was left with the furry yellow one ): HAHAHA my twin kept looking out of the window, for the kok! .. or whatevrr. Fighting over a pillow is babyish, says Steph. SO NOT! &gt;p I wanted to sleep and huang ning that pik refused to share the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed down to val's house for dinner and to slack. Then went home (: my twin is crazy, i swear. she bought six sticks of ice-cream and 1 packet of jelly and kinder bueno. .. she left her phone at the mama shop place hurr. and she can see my house from her house! and the sea. and the sunrise and sunset. ohman, jeluz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111539256986709409?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111539256986709409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111539256986709409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111539256986709409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111539256986709409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-hate-it-when-people-ignore-my-sms-or.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111529210058626991</id><published>2005-05-05T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T04:21:40.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love angel music baby&lt;br /&gt;hurry up and come and save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg. i kicked the bloody door by accident. bloodyhellshitcowmoocatmiaow. WAHLAU, it's damn painful okay! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm bored. and jaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queenstown libary has a lot of little miss and mr books. HEEHEEHEE, i think mr grumble is so so so cute : D! i crush mr grumble. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, sarah sucks. she ponned school on wednesday. AND THE WORST THING WAS, she promised me, the night before, that she'd come to school! ohmybirdie, i wanna bite sarah's unsexy ankles off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am gonna have pe tomorrow WTF. am gonna do morning run tomorrow. i r teh fatz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard&lt;br /&gt;and they're like, it's better than yours&lt;br /&gt;damn right, it's better than yours&lt;br /&gt;i can teach you, but i have to charge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this. is. very. addictive. i. like. it. a. lot. ho. ho. ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DATE TODAY IS 050505. HOW COOL IS THAT. MEEHEEHEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111529210058626991?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111529210058626991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111529210058626991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111529210058626991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111529210058626991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/05/love-angel-music-baby-hurry-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111511698842770493</id><published>2005-05-03T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T03:43:08.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll drown you out, you'll never scream so loud as i want to scream with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's an annoying person ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf physics wtf die wtf amaths wtf die wtf exams wtf diezzz. &lt;strong&gt;wtf, i die. wtf, you die. wtf, we all die. WTF, the apocalypse. wtf, wtf. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all we have to lose is time and what we lose we leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna milk (YEAH MILK, SQUEEZE.) Daisy The Cow now, goodbye to all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111511698842770493?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111511698842770493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111511698842770493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111511698842770493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111511698842770493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/05/ill-drown-you-out-youll-never-scream.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111493272399797996</id><published>2005-05-01T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T00:32:03.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;afternoon should be coming soon. as dim light leaves, the sun shines over me, it feels like my shadows run away. evening falls down on top of me, and the minutes creep by constantly. then i look back and start the day again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111493272399797996?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111493272399797996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111493272399797996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111493272399797996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111493272399797996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/05/afternoon-should-be-coming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111486957814737929</id><published>2005-04-30T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T08:30:45.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay. Finally, someone's willing to send me Mr Brightside by The Killers. I r happi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germaine's a moronzzz. We went all the way to Jurong just to have breakfast with her ?! I mean, she came only after we finished our breakfast. And, we watched her eat .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming in sick lullabies, choking on your alibis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come the brown chicken is not online. Majelly is so amusing. She has no mid-years, boohoohoo that's not fair. I'm writing Sarah a testimonial, am i nice? (: I still have her trackpants, i realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw something on friendster that says, "Retirement Poems". Uh, wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting,&lt;br /&gt;For you to want me&lt;br /&gt;For you to need me&lt;br /&gt;For you to notice me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like throwing a tantrum, just so that you'd notice me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stupidest Angel by Christopher Moore is a really boring book. Andy Warhol is an interesting character, hmm. Edison Chen's quite cute.. Make that damn cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val came over to stone. Okay, we were supposed to study. But, yeah. Hahaha. I'm supposed to be studying at the clubhouse now :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a clown. So I can chase away sadness (: Am i noble or what. Yay, all worship me hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spinning: The Killers - Mr Brightside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111486957814737929?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111486957814737929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111486957814737929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111486957814737929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111486957814737929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111479057810189840</id><published>2005-04-29T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T09:02:58.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;cos obviously, she's out of my league&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm wasting my time, she'll never be mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had some soccer test shiz today. and I totally embarrassed myself but nevermind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACKCHICKENBLACKCHICKENBLACKCHICKENRICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the arrangement of the classes now :D hahaha to all you suckers who got emily koh's class. SHE LOCKS THE BACK DOOR ASDK;FJL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss cheer prac ): i miss the fun i had with The Gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenta Bukit Merah library with Val and Debbie.. blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. ok fast foward to the part about my house HAHAHA. Val's so hilarious okay? The playground part! Jump. SCREAAM. Jump. SCREAAM. Jump. SCREAAAAAM. what were we doing? TOP SECRET! wink. my twin rocks, i love. OOH, we wanted to go spying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is anybody there, does anybody care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111479057810189840?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111479057810189840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111479057810189840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111479057810189840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111479057810189840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/cos-obviously-shes-out-of-my-league-im.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111469417631690109</id><published>2005-04-28T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T06:16:16.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY YOU, say hi to mr peekaboo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the supermarket after school to get um our lunch. Yeah half the time was spent deciding on what instant noodle taste to get. Anna and Debbie were totally arguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everytime eat Tomyam. siao one LORRH" -Debbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mygod, you should have been there. The tone was so so hilarious. LIKE HUIYUAN, RIGHT ANNA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining time was spent deciding on the drink and queueing up. Germaine was happily talking about sex or some shiz like that, and the lady behind us seemed to be very amused by our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um took a cab to my house. YEAH FROM HARBOURFRONT TO CARIBBEAN EVEN THOUGH IT'S ONLY NEXT DOOR. the spastic uncle was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"har? to caribbean ar? but it's only next door! good life yah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so mocking me for my nice sexy mickey mouse pants ): i r teh depressed. but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;HEY MICKEY YOU'RE SO FINE&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE SO FINE, YOU BLOW MY MIND&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then we started cooking our instant noodles. Well, Debbie was SUPPOSED to cook. But we kept laughing at her, so Anna did it. Debbie's hilarious okay. Cos you have to put 450ml of water for every packet. When she cooks instant noodles at home, she'll measure 450ml using a measuring cup and pour in ok! omfg how retarded is that ?!?! Anna, Germaine and I couldn't stop laughing. This afternoon she was using the adidas bottle to measure 450ml HAHAHA. I went in and laughed non-stop :D so she decided not to cook anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we studied :D and talked to Val. Hrm yeah (: OH the Indian porn joke was super hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the clubhouse to study, tonight (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111469417631690109?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111469417631690109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111469417631690109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111469417631690109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111469417631690109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/hey-you-say-hi-to-mr-peekaboo-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111460001182278076</id><published>2005-04-27T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T04:06:51.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cannot stand being not good at anything. I cannot stand my inability to sit down and study real hard for a good few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you. But I miss you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were some Barbie leading a perfect life. (this sentence sounds grammatically incorrect, screw it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATE FELL SHORT THIS TIME&lt;br /&gt;YOUR SMILE FADES IN THE SUMMER&lt;br /&gt;PLACE YOUR HAND IN MINE&lt;br /&gt;I'LL LEAVE WHEN I WANNA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111460001182278076?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111460001182278076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111460001182278076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111460001182278076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111460001182278076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-cannot-stand-being-not-good-at.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111459764927399214</id><published>2005-04-27T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T03:27:29.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>turn off the lights&lt;br /&gt;so you can't see my eyes&lt;br /&gt;my fingers are crossed&lt;br /&gt;while i promise the world to you&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like i'm walking on air&lt;br /&gt;believing the lies when i thought that you cared&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111459764927399214?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111459764927399214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111459764927399214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111459764927399214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111459764927399214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/turn-off-lights-so-you-cant-see-my.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111452408388176366</id><published>2005-04-26T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T07:01:23.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO SARAH HAS VERY UNSEXY ANKLES. IT'S NOT FUN RUNNING AROUND HER ANKLES. see! sarah really sucks. She was so unaware of the ss test tomorrow, until i told her. like just &gt;) I DRAW CUTE UMBRELLAS HOKAY :D i was doodling on eunica during math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i wanna slap debbie ng. i think she called just to say that there's a word such as "niceness". WTF!?! missed called anyways o.O AH LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING STUPID. i left my phone under the table in ss class! and i didnt know until like end of english?! Hanwei found it and passed it to debbie. who messaged ziping who told me. then i went to look for debbie and yay i got my phone back. shatup i'm not a loser, i'm a good responsible girl (: go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITSY BITSY SPIDER... climbing up the wall. ..um, does it go like that? ok i don't know man :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every muscle and ligament of mine is screaming "TIRED!" ): i wanna cry! my back hurts like sda;klsdflk I NEED SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EE, i can't do the cross eye thing, val can't too. Germaine and Debbie look fantastic with crossed-eyes XD HARHARHAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna eat craisins and go shopping, HRM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111452408388176366?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111452408388176366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111452408388176366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111452408388176366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111452408388176366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello-sarah-has-very-unsexy-ankles.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111443380996974574</id><published>2005-04-25T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T05:56:49.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in great agony. Fucking ulcer on my gum, damnit. Boohoohoo, had surprise physics test today. Omg, I'm gonna get zero upon ten sure of it. I didn't even know what Principle of Moment is?!?! .. I still don't. Yay, go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my sister's tiny gold clutch from Acessorize, hrm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Twin! Walk Faster!! Haha." -valerie chong wanjing. My twin rocks man XD I got a bloody big shock when I got on the bus this morning (and I almost fell down?!) HAHAHA. Fine lah, I'm damn mean I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystal's so cute, she made us laugh like crazy ok. Lorraine thinks that Germaine and I are crazy cos we laugh non-stop .__. She eats slower than me! NGWARHARHAR. Hmm, went for (koff) studygroup after that. Debbie was doing her stupid chem worksheet that I could not do. It made me feel .. stupid. Anna was damn high, she was totally talking/laughing/grinning to herself okay. Val showed us an interesting puzzle, it took me 4853068304583458340 days to put it together, YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Hohums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, cheer up man! (: I'm so nice cos i'm writing a shout out to you. GIMME LOLLIPOPS FOR THIS OK DEBBIE NG. Yes ok, nice girl. Right, that's all for my skimpy shoutout. &lt;33!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be doing the dishes, screw. I AM SO BLOODY SICK OF MY LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111443380996974574?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111443380996974574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111443380996974574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111443380996974574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111443380996974574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-in-great-agony.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111435369985600404</id><published>2005-04-24T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T07:41:39.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WWW.RAISINS.COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i liiiike. i wanna (RED BULL AND WINGS) fly there now to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all laugh at sarah cos she claims that blue bull gives you horns. bullshit man. BULL BULL BULL. I LIKE BULLLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will buy redbull for mertong tomorrow/day after! (: so that she can fly to america to get me my raisins bik. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had jap buffet thang today. twasn't very impressive. but my sister and i were taking retarded pics, damn funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T DONE MY ENGLISH INFO REPORT, MY CHINESE DU ZHANG BAO GAN SHIZ AND BLAHBLAHBLAH. oh, die :/ exams are next next week and .. i'm still so slack. HAHA i deserve a slap and sarah would gladly slap me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this gay angmoh couple around here o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my sister refused to let me watch laguna beach this afternoon T.T she's sucha pain SOMETIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE BOYS WITH NICE HAIR ... giggle. (HAHAHA SHIZ WHAT'S WITH THE GIGGLE. OHNOEZ, SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH ME.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111435369985600404?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111435369985600404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111435369985600404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111435369985600404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111435369985600404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/www.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111426711915693118</id><published>2005-04-23T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T07:45:26.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was um. fun. Wenta school quite late? Heiren was in a bloody bad mood, he screamed his bloody hei head off. Like shiz him man, bastard. Played with my food during recess, and read daughters of the moon twelve. Cabbed down to tp stadium almost after school. Barker was having 2.4, saw Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is where the fun starts. Be a man! Was somewhat high during training. Tiring training, HUGE lemon tea at macs then mrt to tiong with steph and germ! Wahlao that asshole germaine chen shiyun, she pushed me into the train when the doors were gonna close! and .. i was the only one who got in, out of the three of us .__. Got off at the next stop, to wait for the next train. STUPIDSHIZ OK, there were a lot of hot guys on THAT train la! Shityou, germaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long John's. Chocolate Pie, Ms Goh and Twin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HRM. Library with Germ and Val with today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHBENGZLIANX couple! HAHAHA BE A MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;val and i were sharing a couch with this nice lady. Hm yeah, then i took off the track pants. I didnt know my fbts went all the way up. THEN, it was so embarrassing la, i was standing up ok. The lady was .. laughing. and I don't know if the other couch saw. Then lunch at ljs and to meet germ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to the libary! yadayada, the both of them HAD to go to the toilet. I was reading this strange book when this malay guy came to tell me that his friend wants to know me. .. I told him my name is Janice. He was still asking, when SIX malay guys invaded. (what the hell) they made a lot of noise and asked stupid questions. .. they asked if the first malay guy was my boyfriend ?!?!?! then the first malay guy asked me if i knew them. .. blahblahblah he left and i made germ and val come back. Packed up and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met this crazy lady downstairs. She was repeating the same thing over and over again to herself, really loudly. "... I almost killed him. I'm a murderer" We were so freaked out ok. So we ran away, but after awhile we went to look for her. She wasn't repeating anymore. Then she saw us and she started again. Scary shitzz ok. Apparently, she went to the counter and said to the lady, "I'm a murderer". HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back up, borrowed a book on Andy Warhol(a). Jurong Point to stone, home at around 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor. (: Germ taught me that !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Hey Jude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111426711915693118?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111426711915693118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111426711915693118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111426711915693118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111426711915693118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/yesterday-was-um.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111383720169374522</id><published>2005-04-18T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T08:13:21.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;anna the conqueror: ...maybe it's your smelly nose hair that you smell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!1!1! mehgawd, i think anna's teh hilariouzzz. wtfpaddlepop, SMELLY NOSE HAIR HEEHEEHEEEHEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;StupidSuckerSarah really Sucks lah ): she's so mean ok, i sat through physics with no partner. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW BORING IT WAS? and i'm gonna hafta sit through DOUBLEPHY on wednesday with no partner! )): HAVE ARABSHIZ DUTY TMR. yay hello yall primary school kidzzz, i vill haunt all ovh youuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherylteo's really good at imitating the peter russell standup comedy thang, couldn't stop laughing ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debbie HAD to go offline when I came online &gt;( but nevermind that. she's light yknow, 45 KG?! arrr, that's how frikin light. but then again, she's not that tall either SMIRK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw nicholas today, DAMN UGLY PLZZZZ. lunch then home (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111383720169374522?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111383720169374522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111383720169374522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111383720169374522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111383720169374522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/anna-conqueror.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111362089928383465</id><published>2005-04-15T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T07:52:01.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helped Weiting cover her duties for the arabshit guide thang ! She is now forever indebted to me ! XD hahaha i was supposed to lead this group of 10 ? BUT all of them disappeared, except for 1 ! haha Kelly Tan, and Nicole Tay joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a very laugh-y person" - Nicole Tay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND we had to report half an hour earlier to the audi ! For attire check ! so stupid LAH, they sewed my belt so high and relocated the buckle. had to wear a LUMINOUS YELLOW sticker nametag. talk about embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoned at the audi after duties, Maria and Valerie came too. Aiyaah, alluvus didn't wanna go for training LA. But we went in the end, after some banging on the piano. OHMYCHEETAH, the basketball girls are so into aerobics ! They looked like they conducting some aerobic class on the basketball court HEEHEEEHEE. Germaine and I were imitating them, hilarious shizz. Bet you didn't know that Carmen joined basketball wtfomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just caught Laguna Beach. Stephen's so frucking hot and sweet, crush ! -turns 10 shades of red. ahahaha the girls are (whoo) bitchy! i like ! (: super sweet sixteen looks damn bitchy too ! can't wait for it to come out ;) man, i'm sucha whore for bitchy bimbotic shows. ohmygad. Now i feel like listening to a dancey pop tune hohoho. there's viva la bam tonight i think? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith's sucha darling, he helped me download goodbye to you by branch ! and is now sending it to me ! YAAAAY. Anyways, we should all eat poifull ! cos poifull is &lt;3lubb! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitezzz, i have so much weekend homework. die MANX. math quiz on monday TOO! ickypoo. I heard 3b's gonna have new ORANGE tables. fruckit, i want orange tables too. dangyall, lucky dicks. some other class has new YELLOW tables. Sunshine yellow ok, IT'S JUST NOT FAIR. and i get ugly faded blue tables that are horribly vandalised. awful old ones, at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHY DO BIRDS, SUDDENLY APPEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;EVERYTIME YOU ARE NEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;JUST LIKE ME, THEY LONG TO BE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;CLOSE TO YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green's a nice color. i wish we had limegreen tables in school (: leafy green would be fine by me too! shite, i think i'm obsessed with the color of the tables we have in school, OHNOEZZZ. I like whistling to the tune of raindrops keep falling on my head. it's so dang cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohums. Eunica's really cute. she was so happy just tromping around in courtshoes and the school blazer for like 10mins or so. hahaha with school socks too ! she looked a japkid hokay! I'm bored of my layout already, hrmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111362089928383465?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111362089928383465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111362089928383465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111362089928383465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111362089928383465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/helped-weiting-cover-her-duties-for.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111349306826001131</id><published>2005-04-14T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T08:37:48.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beautiful by Bitter Liberty. Shiz, it's so addiktif! I LIKEEEE ! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MelissaTong is so wave-y ! (: We kept waving to each other the whole of today, ohmycheetah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3B has a bloody bitchy CME teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Mak is so rubbish, LAH. She made us write 100 words on the stupidest topic evaaaarrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had (koff) studygroup (koff) today : D hurrhur. Jiemin kept asking us to not stay in school. wahlao some genius ARH. Happily wenta punch evil ok ! ): Just like Hanwei HMPH. Somehow, I ended up at Queenstown mrt station o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH Anna and Debbie came over yesterday. and they saw the fella in the tube !!1! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH YOUR TOUCH AND FEEL SO RIGHT ! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training's in school tomorrow. I think my class is doing twopointfour tomorrow ! ohdieohdie. wahpiangzzz, wat if arhx, my timing cum out becumz 20mins pluzpluz hows? mati lah, alamak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111349306826001131?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111349306826001131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111349306826001131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111349306826001131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111349306826001131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/beautiful-by-bitter-liberty.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111338800083382404</id><published>2005-04-13T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T03:26:40.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha sports day, i was at the stadium at like six am ! rachel tan came back ! caught be cool and took neoprints (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygorilla, my hair is so neat now i cannot stand it. ANNA LOOKS AWFUL WEIRD. she looks.. girly &gt;&lt; ! the dude waxed debbie's hair, nice. haha anna kept grinning while we were having our haircut. and so i couldn't keep a straight face. retarded LAHH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenta queenstown yesterday. i couldn't stop laughing during lunch ok ): even anna's mom thinks i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's nice okaay." -atheena amira samsuri on her ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krystal is so adorable (: oh mr fong let us watch htf during english !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdk;fjl ! i want new trainers and a new phone. i'm sucha poor girl )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thiraphon cannot remember the girl who calls him tampon o.O!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111338800083382404?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111338800083382404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111338800083382404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111338800083382404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111338800083382404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/hahaha-sports-day-i-was-at-stadium-at.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111314325075506219</id><published>2005-04-10T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T07:27:30.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so tell me now, as the seconds drip off my fingertips, how torturous it is when your imagination runs wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me how happy you are. tell me about your true friends (or the lack of it), the things you do, your fears and joys. tell me how you feel about yourself, how your life could be more perfect. tell me how contented you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111314325075506219?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111314325075506219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111314325075506219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111314325075506219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111314325075506219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-tell-me-now-as-seconds-drip-off-my.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111312784851553793</id><published>2005-04-10T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T03:10:48.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO ! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURR, ok .. i'm bored :D priscilla er THE MR GAY IS OVER AT MY HOUSEEEEEE : DDDD how very gay is that ! yay to mr gay for being mr gay and being just damn gay YAAAAAAAYS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok we're like disturbing debbie hahahah so stupid ok. AND SHE'S DAOING COS SHE'S PLAYING POOL. POOOO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH OMGOMG HAFTA REACH STADIUM AT 0630 TOMORROW MORNING OK ! SO EARLY SO EARLY CHIKINWINGZZZZ. DIEZZZZZ. wahz, ahlianx overload siaz (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahlaoeh debbie's mean ok. she only replies my messages when she's bored. HOW MEAN IS THAT. i'll tell you, IT'S VERY MEAN : D cos i say so : D i make so much sense, of course i do. YAYS ! HAHAHAH THEN I CALLED HER. THEN WE TALKED UNTIL WE BOTH FELL ASLEEP. HOW VERY LOSER :/ AND WHEN I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, THE PHONE WAS STILL ON. wtfwtf, 8 hours ! so pro RIGHT. hardeeharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. im bored now. priscilla is very gay. HURHURHUR. everlasting love is so very gay. but i like ! (: hahaha let me tell you about cheerleading it was fun fullstop. and hot fullstop. and yeah that's all fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priscilla : you're lame la !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimme walking stick LA! xD .. omgomg she's giggling. omg she's laughing at herself what a very loser gay. gayloser losergay. ok whatevrr maaaanxxxxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mr gay]I AM REALLY BORED CAN? CLARISSA IS A BORING GURL. HAHA. SHE IS GAYER THAN ME OKAY. SO GAY. SHE'S WATCHING ME TYPE. CAUSE SHE IS A GAY. HAH-[/mr gay]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of gayness. and gaying around and mr gay of course (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok byebye we're gonna watch camp dvd byebye ! byebyebye ! BYEBYEBYE ! we're the new eastlife. whoops westlife (: hihihi. er byebyebye i mean ! ok (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111312784851553793?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111312784851553793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111312784851553793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111312784851553793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111312784851553793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello-d-hurr-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111304922960474140</id><published>2005-04-09T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T06:45:08.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY RESA&amp;RENA ! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha the stupid lonely song is stuck in my head ! I think it's by Akorn o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was fun i guess? training sucked lah wth. The bus ride from clementi was so interesting .. and freaky ! cos of the BEEEEG guy ! zomgzomg Resa kept staring and staring ok! ahahaha Rena and i kept whispering ! Lyanne was mega-traumatised hahaha. Maria was kept saying that he put a curse on her, funny ok. Then walked to their house, so far ok! They have a dog named Scot. But he had to be locked up cos Yushan's scared of dogs !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah then more people came and we had dinner ! I SAW TAMPON ! ok right anyway, the food was really good (: twas damn fun/ screams and laughter ! Cos we kept laughing at every single thing. We'd announce at sporadic intervals about Natalie's progress with her sausage. she took so very long, it was almost unholy. XD and Maria was happily seducing everyone with her hands and legs. Soon after that, everyone started seducing everyone ! so stupid ok i kept screaming, yushan kept screaming too. she sits beside me and she's so amusing ! hahaha and we had to try to keep one minute of silence (which was damn near impossible cos we were in sucha giggly mood) then twas either me or olivia who'd laugh after a few seconds. we tried to keep quiet so that we could listen to the other group's convo. they (shihui, mertong, sihui, kim, rena and lyanne) were sitting on the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sihui (to lyanne): go and die la&lt;br /&gt;lyanne: huh .. why&lt;br /&gt;me: OK LYANNE, GO DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. so we laughed when they laughed and replied them even though they were not talking to us. so stupid ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that we could not keep quiet. cos if we kept quiet, lyanne would crawl under the table ! resa joined lyanne ok! and she tasted maria's BIG toe. and said that it was salty LMFAO. taking pictures and blowing cake ! hahah the twin's reaction were so funny la. taking pictures was retarded !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gathering was very enjoyable ! rena plays the piano very well. I reached home at eleven thirty ! I wanted to stay over though ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to the stadium, didn't run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serena's tomorrow ! yay fun and truckloads of gayness. but before that, i have chink tuition, poo !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111304922960474140?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111304922960474140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111304922960474140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111304922960474140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111304922960474140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-belated-birthday-resarena-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111288728460471766</id><published>2005-04-07T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T08:21:24.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LIKEEEE ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all about you, mcfly&lt;br /&gt;cayman islands, kings of convenience&lt;br /&gt;last kiss, dion and the belmonts&lt;br /&gt;one way, hillsongs&lt;br /&gt;AND THE ANU SONG !!11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho (: i'm so happy, i don't know why. ohmygawd, i'm insane. CME WAS SO EMBARRASSING. hahah we had some test shiz on the flag and all ! (: sarah and i are so honest ! we checked the school handbook for the info. XD so we should get the whole of the first page correct YAY. thenthenTHEN, i wanted to hand up. but noone was handing up. so i stupidly stood up and stared at the teacher ! then he stared at me. then everybody turned around to stare at me ok ! .. and they all laughed. ohman ! haha i was playing peace by the river with sarah, alternate hands ! sarah sucks at it lah XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i told sasha that she has small fists and small everything. then i later whispered, "small brain, too. heehee" ho, am i like mean or what ! -gaysmile. lit was stupid ok, ms koh kept scolding our row ): poo, i swear she's biased ! &gt;( but she's still funny anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"all of you are good girls ... RIGHT?" -MS EMILY KOH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can like, form an orange-plate-lemon-barley gang ok ! you could include seaweed and hello panda too ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last formation is so amusing ok! cos priscilla's foot was on my shoulder and she kept moving and it was damn ticklish lah ! .. i kept laughing, sorry? XD ! but today's session was damn fun ! i kept grinning at felicia. ohmy, she's so nice to have grinning competitions with! they are all becoming gay-ish! hahaha and priscilla says that it's my fault ! charlyn goh calls me gay, cos i think she doesn't know my name o.O ! HEEHEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaahzzz, i saw daryl and janice at j8 yesterday ! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I TELL YOU THAT KIMBERLY LEONG AND DEBBIE NG WENTA THE DOCTOR'S TO HAVE THEIR EARS PIERCED ! .. i wonder how joanne koh looks like with pierced ears HAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIE! first patient, sophia BOXEARS BOXEARS ! second patient, joy? haha jiarui's director or something. then maria's CEO! mabel, manager! i'm the nurse !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. i bet noone understands what i've been blogging about. hahaha (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111288728460471766?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111288728460471766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111288728460471766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111288728460471766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111288728460471766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-likeeee-all-about-you-mcfly-cayman.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111262586281297179</id><published>2005-04-04T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T07:44:22.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE GIRL GUIDES GIRL GAVE ME 2 ORANGE BALLOONS TODAY ((: I THINK SHE'S CALLED DARA. SHATUP, I KNOW I'M A LOSER COS I DON'T KNOW HER NAME HARDEEHARHAR. ANYWAY, SHE REFUSED TO BLOW THEM, POO. ohwell, SHUSHAN BLEW ONE UP FOR ME! butBUT i was told later on, that the basketballers were playing with it ): my pretty orange balloon. Then it disappeared asd;kjlf ! hmph I don't wanna blow the other one up cos I don't know how to tie it ! .. Plzz kick me, kthxxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was damn slack today ! But the bballers were so irritating lah, they kept blocking the way. PATRICK IS SO SHIZ OK, he and his loud hailer thing. ah hurdling's so fun (: my lead leg's screwed and my trail leg's temperamental. HAHAHA my speed is shit. You could say that I'm like a tortise on tranquilisers. .. ok I don't make sense :/ UMBRELLA TEH IS DAMN FUNNY OK, ohmy. babies and mommy ! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kang is so cute, i cannot shatup about him. omgomg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111262586281297179?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111262586281297179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111262586281297179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111262586281297179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111262586281297179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/girl-guides-girl-gave-me-2-orange.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111253499584287895</id><published>2005-04-03T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T06:29:55.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like No Matter What by Boyzone ! Damn, I'm so gay :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Bukit Gombak again today, am a wee bit sunburnt. Ugh, I wanna go church. But, .. nevermind ): They're playing Miss Congeniality on TV. .. ANDandAND, i'm supposed to be towel-drying the dishes BLARRGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoey ! Face is all that matters to you right, might as well don't send us in if you know you're gonna be embarrassed. Giving up hope already huh. You want this and you want that, yeah packaged in a snap of fingers. You want a bond, but you're never there. Does it have a label that says, "Falls from heaven at your convenience" ? Well thanks so much for making us feel so demoralised. It's no wonder why we're performing like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have humongus pile of homework to do. Such would include a comprehension, several mathematics exercises .. etc. BLEH, what am I doing here? Ohman, you should slap me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MOTHER RAPED MY BAG. omgomg, my privacy is so.. invaded )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer my boys with hairless legs. HAHAHA not like my twin, she has something with boys and hairy legs. O.O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/but no one cares&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111253499584287895?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111253499584287895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111253499584287895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111253499584287895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111253499584287895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-like-no-matter-what-by-boyzone-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111244761817323103</id><published>2005-04-02T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T07:19:18.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA cheerleading yesterday was so fun. Priscilla and I were being mega spaz ok lmfao. WOOHOO, PRIS, WOOHOO! She was happily tickling me ok! Then I tripped over my own shoe and fell down ): what a loser hardeeharhar. oooh! She finally dared to climb the slope and over the railing and down too! but I had to help her up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a walk after stoning alot. Some assholes at the toilet all the way to the other end kept making SO MUCH NOISE. I was swearing in HOKKIEN. See, now i'm swearing in hokkien cos of the bart-tar-fly gang. or the sio pa gang. AIYYA WHATEVRR LA. HAHAH then in the toilet right, there was this worm thing in the cubicle! yuck. She was peeing in that cubicle ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then attended The Teapot Party! The Catholic High Scouts are so so gh3y I tell you, they were like really enthusiastic. (: Daryl finally gave me back my photoalbum ok. Germaine and Valerie kept imitating my TOPPING shiz. OMG, so embarrassing LAH. Later on, I wenta sit with Han Wei, SHE WAS BULLYING ME OK. She and Debbie are crazy, horrible hw made me choose. "you chose that molestress over me okay." -NG NING HAHAHAHAHA. MOLESTRESS INDEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO, i just sent some loser message shiz to huang ning HARHARHAR. I'm damn horrible, hit me baby one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey health check-up. I NEED SPECTACLES, OHNOEZ. There were only like 6 people back in class for the last 10 mins of school. The rest were at NYAA talk thang. HAHAH it was so so silly. Cos Sarah had the key but she didn't open the class door. She was told that she cannot open the door unless in the presence of Koh but that so is not true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean: Ms Koh! You're mean to your students!&lt;br /&gt;Ms Koh: But it's an open door!!11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH she gave us fried larvae! cheddar cheese taste, not a bad snack actually (: WE ATE DURING CURRICULUM TIME HARHARHAR. ok shatup clarissa.. eh cannot, if i shutup i cannot tell you about the larvae! hohums, it was um crispy and ziping at the whole packet! .. it's quite a small packet lah. i only ate 2 (: oh and ziping that smart girl, she was so afraid that sasha believed her prank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE MY YUEJING! and yes, I'm announcing it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to Bukit Gombak Stadium today. Ferlissa came! AYE ATHEENA AND MARISSA came too, to look at guys DUH. Marissa laughs funny. AH JIAO WO MEN QU DA MAHJIANG! There was this ub3r hot sss/ssp dude. I saw Jerik run, ah so fast! shitshitSHIT, 100mH is next saturday. I die ok ): Maria was making so many funny noises today and Mabel was the bestest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bus on the wheels"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sports heats were hmm fine I guess? Mabel happily pushed Eunice to me and I brought her to Debbie who directed her to Leslie HAHAHA. I did horribly for my 100m ): like poo. But anyways, dinner was fun. I believed the chilli and tomato produces heat thing. HAHAHA. so stupid lah. I was laughing at some loser shiz and I couldn't stop ok! I made alluvem move over :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH, dont wanna run. don't wanna run. askd;fjl !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111244761817323103?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111244761817323103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111244761817323103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111244761817323103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111244761817323103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/04/hahaha-cheerleading-yesterday-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111167412471439601</id><published>2005-03-24T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T06:22:04.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had this obscenely unbearable tummyache after recess all the way until after school. And I so could not sit/stand straight ): Ok we were mega-bitching during CME. Well, all i did was sit there to moan and groan about my tummyache. I made Sasha say hello to the door during Literature :D Elaine was happily passing bread around (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stepped into the school canteen, Ash went like, "Hurry hurry! We're going down to the gym"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poop-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were ALMOST late for houseprac. Poor Debbie had to take sec3 attendance, she and elaine had to help me sort out the floorball teams too! I'm truly sorry for all that trouble la ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I was playing with this wooden bench (stupid enough to do so) and it fell on my ankle. Ow, sure was heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team 2 and 1 won first and second place respectively. YAY-! All the floorballs split into half ok. wth right?! There was no teacher in-charge too (: Don't the captains feel responsible !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMM cheonged down to the gym after houseprac too. Aiyoh, I kept mixing the steps up. Then I confused Priscilla too. Hurr. By the time Monday comes, i'll forget all the steps. Hardeeharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH I SAW CLARA AND CHAR AT YESTERDAY'S HOCKEY GAME! char came ta school today too! (: Cinderella XD! Why I love Char:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fake plastic trees says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wassupppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fake plastic trees says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see you looking at me ; like i've got what you need. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;er. ceiling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fake plastic trees says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, she's spas ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb wrote me a testimonial in sticky caps. Omg. EH, i think there's this song titled one last, by taufik?! ok i dont know. you know ARHX, yahoo pool hung on me yesterday night asdfl;kf ! i was leading by like 6 balls ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softball girls came back after their match against tkgs! I don't know how it went but Zhiyi hugged me! Yay i love hugs. Gimme hugs gimme hugs gimme hugs gimme hugs. GIMME HUGS! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANUUUUUUUUUUUU ! harharhar. Zhiyi told me that she saw Anu's lookalike and she um accidentally hit her?! hurr, don't know. Didn't catch it even though she repeated like TWICE (omg im sucha loser shatup) ^^; lmfao, yall should listen to THE song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111167412471439601?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111167412471439601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111167412471439601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111167412471439601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111167412471439601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-had-this-obscenely-unbearable.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111157836197994915</id><published>2005-03-23T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T03:46:01.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>honestly, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you could remind me, to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;augh, house prac tomorrow. i'm not really looking forward to it, actually. IMAGINE PLAYING FLOORBALL UNDER THE MERCILESS SUN. and cheering too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and will the dog downstairs just shutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh, i dont even have enough people to make 2 damned teams. screw this. haha but anyways! i joined cheerleading. and we're gonna .. have practice every single day :/ that also means, not attending training for abouts 2 weeks?! right now, i'm agonising over how to tell leslie about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdkhj;lf ! my mom's still oblivious to my abysmal grades. WAHDIEMANX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabbed down to delta to watch like, 10 mins of the hockey game ): then wenta joanne koh's house o.O really had nothing better to do LA .. ok fine, i was supposed to be at training SADFLL;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMM gobstoppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um hadley was awful terrified of the dog. Um and the dog's called chelsea! .. i think? she stinks like ughHELL. chess, louise, and debbie were there too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday, i am told not to stone. hurr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is getting the wrong idea wth .. mumble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111157836197994915?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111157836197994915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111157836197994915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111157836197994915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111157836197994915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/03/honestly-tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111141581585326137</id><published>2005-03-21T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T06:36:55.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE IN YOUUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha that song was by kylie minouge ! and it's stuck in my head :/ and and the dashboard confessional song too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to explain how i am getting by on so little from you,&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to believe that i would let myself get so wrapped into you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um i think that's how it goes? ok whatevrr man. DEBBIE WAS EARLIEST TODAY WTFWTF. haha but she took 240! i was last lah ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning (um 0530am) was super gay ok. there was this security guard who was walking really really fast and he kept looking behind! he behaved as though there was a ghost chasing after him hurhur. i stoned on my bed for like 40 mins ok! ): haha and when they played the national anthem on power 98, i was like what the inverse?! oh and the handsome dog from the 2nd floor was by the pool today! like yay hello handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say hello to my boyfriend, jason ;) hardeeharhar. he's so sexy and he's ziping's um long time friend? haha and ziping claims that pikachu is her boyfriend! ): but HEY, CHICK! YAY HANWEI GAVE ME LOLLIPOP TODAY, LUBB&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was tiring period. ugh and feizhen wants me to look for more people to join sports day thang asdfkj;l wtf ok ): then i have to look for people to play floorball too! arrgh you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEEHEE, WENT FOR DINNER TODAY. was supposed to go with the mooses only la! but dont know how come, ended up with so many other people. ohwell. but the busride was fun! cos we kept checking out the chocolates at the bus-stops XD. cos chuyin despo MAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I LOVE HANWEI. hahaha she's joining the sec3s for floorball on thursday! yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyyah i forgot what i wanted to blog about already so goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111141581585326137?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111141581585326137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111141581585326137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111141581585326137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111141581585326137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-believe-i-believe-i-believe-in-youuu.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111130791566084910</id><published>2005-03-20T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T01:36:25.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WAVES OF MERCY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAVES OF GRACE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello (: church was awful boring. I said happy to caleb and he said he wasn't happy today ): anyways, we had this quiz thingamajig. Hmm, we had to sit on the floor and i was damn sure my buttcrack was exposed ): phoey, keith didnt bring yearbook ! anyways, wenta meet mria, nikki and jill after that! yay i made a new friend. let's all say HELLO to jill :D (and no she's not one of my imaginary friends, all you suckas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KEPT LAUGHING WHEN I WATCHED CAMP DVD. aaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdkl;fg i lost 10 bucks today. THAT MEANS I LOST A TOTAL OF 60 BUCKS THIS MONTH. i feel like sucha smart and responsible girl. SDDFK;ZLJDS school's starting tomorrow! suicide inducing, LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone send me every move i make by david ruis? you are my way, jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiz, i have 2 more heymath assignments ! sfksjfllkj where is debbie ng ning. i shall extort the answers from her ngwarharhar. i'm sucha good girl cos i've completed all my other holiday assignments (: hahahaha i heard that this girl called xinhua uses lotsa sesquipedalian words because she has been reading the dictionary LMFAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMM, check out my sexaay avataar :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching the australian video music awards yesterday. there was this dude who kept pronouncing anyway as anywhy o.O veh strange. laguna beach &gt; all. HARHARHAR. &lt;em&gt;stephen is so haaawt!&lt;/em&gt; sucks be to all who thinks he's ugly (eg. my sister hmph).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay our hockey girls are in the finals! this wednesday, against northland. and then there's house prac this thursday! roaar. I NEED A HAIRCUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTHXBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111130791566084910?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111130791566084910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111130791566084910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111130791566084910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111130791566084910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/03/waves-of-mercy-waves-of-grace-all.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111122435146961673</id><published>2005-03-19T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T01:25:51.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess the times like these remind me,&lt;br /&gt;that i've got to keep my feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROOM ON THE THIRD FLOOR BY MCFLY! lalalalove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i spent the whole morning tidying up my study area (: i'm sucha neat girl. but i miss the mess :/ ok i make no sense, cowdung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was so boring? i took 240 to school at like 1030. DAMN EARLY OK. i stoned for at least 2 hours before starting on my lit assignment?! hurrhur. um the 3 of them did like half a page for 2 questions!!11! and i wrote 1 full page :D but that's still quite little. IT'S 25 MARKS!!!1 ohnoez, im gonna fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahrahrah. the bus-ed to town. ok i was watching something that was really funny on tvmobile. i dont know what it is! .. but i know it's funny AND I LAUGHED TO MYSELF OMGZOMGZ. HAHAHA dont you feel like boxing me cos i'm talking about such boliao things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right then met nicole and nenghui at somewhere. HAHA YOUR HOUSE AH? aiyah then OMG WE SAW WINNIE CHOI!!11111!! hur ate at sakae o.O HAHAHA nenghui's nose piercing makes me wanna punch her nose XD hehe indian mother? did i tell you that we walked from orchard mrt to lido to taka to cine to heeren then all the way to far east o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what's the opposite of right? it's left.&lt;br /&gt;no it's not left. it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;you know what's the opposite of left?&lt;br /&gt;it's right (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont i make sense? yay i think i'm so sensible (?!). really really i am ok! (: so you should gimme ice-cream. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i tell you that maria and i stalked trannies the other day? HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nicole eats damn fast ok. she's damn funny. and haha she has high metabolism rate !! hawhaw. we almost almost watched spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICK ZIPING CHICK ! chick and hunk ! (it sounds like chipmunk, somehow. &gt;&lt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was stoning at the far east bus-stop wondering where to go. in the end, i boarded the bus to holland with debbie. aye she happily left me at the carpark there, and went home .__. good already LA! hmph. then i decided to go ta maria's house. see i'm so nice cos i'm visiting maria (: cowshit, I HAD TO WALK LIKE DAMN FAR OK! all the way to partywithus there. OMG IT WAS SO FRIKIN FAR. 3 bus-stops ok! then i got lost like, somewhere. then i had to ask for help. ng ning didnt answer her phone!!!11 .. so i sat on the curb for 10 mins?! had dinner at maria's house then cabbed home at 10 plus (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh we saw the dance girls :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never heard an iron maiden song. hurhur you know what? i dont know my heymath id, i think im a genius :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I WAS A RICH GIIIIRL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111122435146961673?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111122435146961673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111122435146961673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111122435146961673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111122435146961673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-guess-times-like-these-remind-me.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111098088000674918</id><published>2005-03-16T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T05:48:00.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT. GET OUT OF MY HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite like summer snow by sissel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it got so bad. Sometimes it's so crazy. .. Ugh. So tiring and demoralising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA WTF IS WRONG WITH ME. OMGZ, OK MAN SHATUP CLARISSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho, I watched Hitch today. Actually, it was a boring day. Hmm I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could ever be so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sucha pointless post. Hurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111098088000674918?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111098088000674918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111098088000674918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111098088000674918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111098088000674918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/03/get-out-get-out-get-out.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111090450530018895</id><published>2005-03-16T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T08:35:05.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;dazed and shattered now it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valery is going to kill, so kill me. because of.. hurhurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today didnt go to well. but the whole geog-class episode was fun so yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after stoning in school a GREAT deal, went to tiong to catch a movie. like wtf, tiong movie theatres suck. i was complaining about the lack of space a lot. and also about the boring movie and um .. how cold i was. haha i'm sorry that you had to put up with me, Debbie. (hay, i'm apologising (: ) um we strolled around the supermarket, lmfao shermin the taitai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i cabbed home. the asshole taxidriver was giving me attitude. BUT I RESISTED THE URGE TO ATTITUDE HIM!!11! (: whoah, i'm sucha good girl ok. i deserve cookies everyday, for this whole year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aslkjf;k  ! lin grace malone heard my voicemail thang. omgzomgz. cos stupid huang ning told her to ): BUT IT WAS 2 AGAINST ONE. not fair! hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYYARH i dont wanna blog anymore. (wah midnight ARHX)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111090450530018895?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111090450530018895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111090450530018895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111090450530018895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111090450530018895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/03/dazed-and-shattered-now-it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7275921.post-111069623942227902</id><published>2005-03-13T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T22:43:59.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>um hello everybody. I'm back from camp. im blogging cos debbie asked me to. am i nice or wot (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp was good. I enjoyed it thoroughly. sdfkjsddf' i got IT on the 2nd day, blarrrgh. Lampa is the funny zomggzpikachuuu. BUT! she cancelled the train concert thing ok cos she fell asleep ): not-so-powerful huh XDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this flying kiss thing that went around. ho nicole started it ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we listened to grease songs on the bus trip to malaysia! TELL ME MORE TELL ME MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third day was really blaaah because the agroculture thang was awful boring and i didn't go rafting and also... .. rahs i should have known. hokay nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like messenger for ziping and debbie ok ): they made me walk up and down. and the last time right, ziping made me for the fun of it. so mean la! i didn't know until debbie showed me the message ok ): aah, so silly so silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the class shirt looks very ugly, unfortunately. it's a shame ): but still, thank you to those who made the effort to organise the making of the shirt. i like 3bernadette's and 3clare's class shirts though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my slipper was accidentally destroyed(by me) on the last day! ): or wassit the second last day, ok whatevrr. the water there sucked real bad. but i had to drink anyways. the rapids shooting was the funnest. cos it was just slack-and-have-fun. Nicole Lim is darn funny. She's so blur LA. eyy, i like mr bean's bear! the one that Candice brought to camp hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyyarr, i'm going for geog lesson in school tomorrow. cos i'm a good girl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ym sports day at acjc later today, not going. anyone going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7275921-111069623942227902?l=shh-secret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/feeds/111069623942227902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7275921&amp;postID=111069623942227902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111069623942227902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7275921/posts/default/111069623942227902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shh-secret.blogspot.com/2005/03/um-hello-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>issa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
