<?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-6623088</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:00:19.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e fallen one</title><subtitle type='html'>its al bout me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110459215350791786</id><published>2005-01-01T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T23:10:00.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.its offical.&lt;br /&gt;ive offically moved my blog to &lt;a href="http://darl-lene.blogspot.com"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please re-link me.&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110459215350791786?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110459215350791786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110459215350791786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110459215350791786' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110457851731782396</id><published>2005-01-01T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:44:19.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i did nothing at all today.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to bake cookies for somebody... but then...&lt;br /&gt;1.he didnt sms me since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;2.i lost my recipes for baking chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;2.ma parents dominated the kitchen today.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i see no point in baking anymore and thus i ended up eating the semi-sweet chocolate chips which taste great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den... i juz wander around the house aimlessly. watched tv. played the piano. do a little housework. and laze in front of the computer, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;main event that happened today will be ma sister being rude to me and i almost beat her up if she had not escaped by a mere few minutes earlier. ended up tearing her list of music that she wanted her friend to download for her just to vent my anger. dont mess around with me when im angry.. heh. anyway. i am really pissed with her these days. shes getting bolder and more disrespectful as days goes by. when shes dissatisfied with a comment my mother made in public, she will shout at her &lt;strong&gt;in public&lt;/strong&gt;, as in really shout. and people will be staring at us. and the ironic thing is. my mother didnt do anything to her.&lt;strong&gt; BUT&lt;/strong&gt;. if i were to yell at my mother at home, i will be beaten up by her. talk about being biase against me. its really stupid at the way im the only one trying to discipline my sister. and the words that came out of her mouth are the same words i use anywhere but at home due to the respect of my parents. she used them as freely as she like. and none of the elders cared. and i know i can't rely on people outside to discipline on her, even the worst kids in the bus, just because i am her sister and people respect her for that. how unfair. and no i am not boasting. i do have the ability to control almost all the worst kids in the bus, and im proud to say, almost all of them respect me. except for those who are so uncontrollable that their parents have given up hope on them. those are the gangsters-wannabe in the future who will be leading low lives, so lets just ignore them and let them die for all i care. they are beyond hope anyway. bottomline, i just dont know how to put it in words. lets just say it in this way... kids these days.... they are just getting way out of hand aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so. ladidadida. blog-hopped a little. realised im not able to fully people watched and comment on next year secondary ones. but on second thought. maybe thats a blessing in disguise. nvm. forget it la... not nice to bitch on the 1st day of a new year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... just had new year dinner. daddy cooked ma favourite... OX TAIL. fuckin delicious... we had smoked salmon yesterday... but still... NOTHIN CAN BE COMPARED TO MA DADDY'S &lt;strong&gt;HOMECOOKED OX TAIL!!!&lt;/strong&gt; im not a full-pledged buddhist, thats why i can eat beef... my mother who is one, can only try the sauce and wonder how it taste like. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la. thats all for today.&lt;br /&gt;ciaoz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.oh.anyway.if you are as bored as i really am, having nothing to do but rot at home, i recommend you to go to musa's blog. there's a riot going on there and those people are really hilarious. really. the only good advice i can give is, be like me, just enjoy it, but don't include yourself in it. or else, it may spoil your mood as the people there are real clever jokers. just have a good time sitting there and reading at those tags.. they will brighten your day anywhere, anytime. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110457851731782396?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110457851731782396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110457851731782396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110457851731782396' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110449629873648191</id><published>2004-12-31T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T20:31:38.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where was i? oh...&lt;br /&gt;after i was fetched by ma uncle and aunty, we were headin hme. lik duh... it was already way past 9pm.... n as i got in2 e car, i cld hear ma mum freakin out through ma aunt's phone. anyway... so there we were in e car, talking about school days and all.... and then we reached the woodlands custom... HUGE traffic jam... we spent an hour waitin, at the same time joking and looking at another similar car that happened to be watchin kids dvd. apparently, they didnt bring any pirated dvds out, so we cun watch...&lt;br /&gt;and finali. we reached granny's hse.&lt;br /&gt;we 3 cousins watched polar express b4 goin 2 slp.... those cousins are terrible sleepers... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;they talk and screamed in their sleep.lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this morning, we ate fried "nian-gao" b4 goin 2 a restaurant 2 had lunch. thats their lifestyle... dine and live like the rich.heh.&lt;br /&gt;after tt, i was dumped at hme, and locked in...&lt;br /&gt;the only way i could connect with the world outside was the internet. so here i m, rotted in front of the comp the whole of today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just got the call.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my parents are wet blankets though. they ruin my elated mood for my almost gotten job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im waiting for the confirmation of my interview next week... and hopefully, the confirmation of whether im in for the job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  i shall ignore my parents, they spoil everythin as usual with their strict naggings and all... anyone wants to swoop parents with me for a day? chee.. im a bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;im gonna countdown the year with my online buddies again. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110449629873648191?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110449629873648191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110449629873648191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110449629873648191' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110447908835652875</id><published>2004-12-31T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T16:07:57.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*frowns*&lt;br /&gt;i cld A.L.M.O.S.T have gotten out today and have fun till tml morning. thanx oma. im celebrating it with you tonight. haizzz...&lt;br /&gt;thinks about yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;*grins foolishly*&lt;br /&gt;yesterdae ah...&lt;br /&gt;i was such a late-coming bitch, i made five people wait for me like what seems an eternity to some of them.&lt;strong&gt; sorry. really very sorry&lt;/strong&gt; ya. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to wear a skirt yesterday, and i almost did. but when i looked at my legs... NO WAY. e scars are still there. actually there are some on my hand but it ain't as obvious... so anyway. bottomline. i wore a red t-shirt and my jeans again along with my sneakers... very boy-ish hor... along with a pink choker and my new pink mooks handbag. i sound and felt minah-ish. but im NOT one. and i NEVER will be. im me, alene.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. enough about me. i was suppose to meet 4 people at around 1pm. my aunty and uncle were dilly dally-ing. so i postponed the time. i was suppose to meet shirin at 1pm, arshad at 1.15pm, nafessa at 2pm and someone else at 1.15pm too.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.. ladidadida.&lt;br /&gt;by the time i reach singapore it was already way past one. so i cancelled the meeting with shirin. found out that arshad had been waiting since 12.30pm. and realised i am not going to make it in time for nafessa.&lt;br /&gt;while my uncle drove me to clementi mrt station -they went to fetch my cousins, who were studying in hwa chong and living in the hostel as well, first- so erm....&lt;br /&gt;i ended up meeting nafessa and her boyfriend at around 2.51pm i think, to pass her the books. i still feel bad man. so erm once again, sorry ya?&lt;br /&gt;then after 15 minutes, i reached sembawang and passed arshad his physics textbook. it took me bout a minute to recognise him, his hair was long you c. Then acmpy his mama and him to buy hp. at 1st, his mama n me were being sarcastic bout him... in the end, they "ganged up" against me. how nice. keke.&lt;br /&gt;bottomline. i love his family. i always did. and i will always do. they are real nice people. period. =)&lt;br /&gt;then after parting.... hehe... the best of yesterdae..&lt;br /&gt;i went to met that someone else... hes my date. and he had been waitin for me for four hours plus straight. of course i felt guilty. anyway. he shall remain anoymous. lets just call him "stupid cutie". cuz 2 me, hes stupid but hes cute at e same time. lol. anyway. hmmm... ok after we met and after he bought me mentoes -dont ask why.lol-,we headed down towards city hall.by the time we reached there, it was already 5 plus. we headed towards suntec city cause i wanted to find my job at the place. i wun sae the name of the place until i got the job [credits:fiqa =)]. -im still waiting for the call- anyway, so erm ya. then, i was tired thanks to my sista the night before, so we lepak at one of the places and talk. plus a small quarrel. hehz. then after abou 30-60 minutes, we headed down towards the esplanade. there happened to have a small performance so we enjoyed a little of it before going out 2 lepak near the sea there lo. it was pretty romantic just sitting there and talk and people watched. oh! and taking pictures with his phone. then we listened to ma mp3 and compared against his phone. bottomline. it was nice. and we sat there till seven something before going to esplanade's roof top for a while. apparently, alota mats and minahs had already "infested" the place, so we didnt stay long. we wanted to eat at thai express. but then, last minute change of mind. we headed towards suntec again. we ate at one of the japanese restaurant near the fountain, which has ultra-polite waitresses. it was nice for ma date to compromise to me esp wen hes a &lt;strike&gt;muslim.&lt;/strike&gt; well, anyway, i had tempura udon while he had teriyaki chicken don. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-hes not good with chopsticks. wahahahah-&lt;/span&gt; while waitin, took a picture of my bag &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;while he tried to pick up skills on how to use chopsticks. waahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. the food came and i ate a lil of his everythin. den he complained. waahah. so i gave him a lil of everytin. lik fish tail, prawn head and the much hated green pepper. wahahaa. no la. i also let him taste the fruit of the lotus -i duno wats tt called-, sweet potato, a lil of ma prawn and i gave him the fish that tasted like fish. yu xin wei, as e chi called tt. lol. den we walked around e fountain while listenin 2 ma fave song and chased him up e stairs. lol. dis is me. thank u =) and we parted at there as ma aunt and uncle had reached suntec to fetch me. it was a nice date, though it was not perfect, it was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;and you. stupid cutie, i noe u read need this from time to time. our date was not purfect. and deres one mor date where we will be eatin "your cuisine". make e date purfect yea?im lookin forward 2 it =)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110447908835652875?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110447908835652875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110447908835652875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110447908835652875' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110432451183954588</id><published>2004-12-29T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T20:48:31.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh.god.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;seriously &lt;/strong&gt;need 2 visit e dentist.&lt;br /&gt;eva since e las tim i went dere cuz of e tooth infection tt cause ma left jaw to be swollen... nothin changed. except e fact ma jaws are no longer swollen but they still hurts... and whats worst is ma recent discovery of e 2 "cute" lil pimple-lik unknown thingy tt is found at e end of ma left jaw. i noe its not an ulcer cuz it doesnt hurts. i called it pimple-lik cuz its small, round n yellowish n kinda burst wen u squeeze em but yet at e same tim, it grows back 2 its original small size again. in other words. it cant be "punctured" lik normal pimples can. this is seriously scary. i currently do not dare to swallow ma saliva 4 fear of swallowin those stuffs as well.gosh.&lt;br /&gt;on 2nd tots. i do not want to go to the dentist tml. y?&lt;br /&gt;1. last minute appointments dont sound right.&lt;br /&gt;2. tml is jus not the right tim..&lt;br /&gt;argh... dis sucks. now deres blood flowin non-stop. nice.&lt;br /&gt;i jus hope ma face stays in shape tml.&lt;br /&gt;god damnit.&lt;br /&gt;y muz things alwaz comes in twos?&lt;br /&gt;jus like the mosquito bites.. or shld i sae "vampire bites". argh..&lt;br /&gt;now this?&lt;br /&gt;how.... stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im suppose 2 go out today. but argh. malas.&lt;br /&gt;im suppose 2 bake cookies today. but argh. malas.&lt;br /&gt;im suppose 2 teach ma sis theory lata on..erm... malas?&lt;br /&gt;im really feeling very lazy 2dae... im so lazy i dont even feel like smsin/replyin nione. i just wanna laze around and be a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked like a total slop. and im acting like one. chee. whats becoming of me..&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110432451183954588?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110432451183954588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110432451183954588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110432451183954588' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110415594864397416</id><published>2004-12-27T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T21:59:08.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lisa force me to enlarge ma font... so yea... -_-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110415594864397416?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110415594864397416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110415594864397416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110415594864397416' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110414409424707906</id><published>2004-12-27T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T18:57:42.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>with the suggestions from ziyang, i managed to change everything in the blog except its layout. so hmm... thanks dude!&lt;br /&gt;oh. and sorry if its going to strain the eyes of you guys... bear with it until i change EVERYTHING again... tehee.&lt;br /&gt;i love this song. its &lt;em&gt;foolish games &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;em&gt;jewel.&lt;/em&gt;nice-ness. =). i am just lucky of the fact that it seems to kind of goes along well with the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;i could not sleep in peace this morning thanks to my mother's questions about her new handphone. argh. i ended up waking at twelve plus...&lt;br /&gt;as usual. after i bathe, i laze around in front of the television. happened to be watching channelnewsasia.i was overcome by a maelstrom of emotions upon hearing the news about the recent earthquake that rent the lands of indonesia, and thus, also resulting in huge waves to have been bearing down upon neighbouring countries.&lt;br /&gt;i almost teared. mayb im just being emo, but it does look terrifying. im just lucky that my big aunt and family who happens to be in langkawi are totally safe and sound, and that nothing had happened to all my other aunties and uncles who lives in penang too...&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly. the luckiest thing of all is. my dad is at home. and not being overseas. for those who knows my dad's job, u should know how he could have lost his life if he had been overseas, as he will really be out on the sea... so erm ya.&lt;br /&gt;howeva hes colleague is now stranded in indonesia... injured too... hope he will make it back safe and sound..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many emotions, wanting to be let out&lt;br /&gt;yet its not safe now... its jus not safe...&lt;br /&gt;tml mayb, tml we shal c...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110414409424707906?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110414409424707906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110414409424707906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110414409424707906' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110406655319014622</id><published>2004-12-26T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T21:09:13.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this entry is solely dedicated to my homies.&lt;br /&gt;my dear homies,&lt;br /&gt;how long have we been together huh? at least 4 years for some and 10 years for the rest isn't it? i can't believe we actually have been stuck we each other for so long and we are all still going strong. the sad thing is we may not be as close next year anymore, but never mind, we lived quite near each other, most to most we will need a car, thats all.&lt;br /&gt; i will always remember every mischief we've done, every jokes we have shared, every problems that we had solved, all the time we have spent and many more.&lt;br /&gt;i will never forget the fights and quarrels we had with people that don't belong, like fabian, li jun, xian yin and her ugly woodland ring ex and to a certain extent.. even with chew mun..i will never forget how we try to protect each other when harm is done upon anyone of us even if it means hurting ourselves, remember that 3112 uncle? i bet none of you all will ever forget one la.hehz. i will never forget how there will always be someone lending any one of us a shoulder when one of us are crying, like me over the bastard, and how we were never sick of hearing the same problems again and again, instead we will try to use our creative juics and create some crazy ideas to solve the problem. i will never forget how we never get sick of each other's jokes and how we always create new versions of songs or how we will imitate scenes from a certain movie that at least one of us had watched, like the seagull's "maike" from findin nemo. lolx. i will never forget how if we need company, at least one of us is just one call away and thus we are never alone, and how we always meet each other up after our sch's activity and buy tonsa food and share them with everyone in the custom while talking about how our day had been...&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everythin. reli =)&lt;br /&gt;to xinyu : thanx for alwaz bein there, be it on the phone or in person, you were always there, hearin me rant about my recent problem and  lending me a shoulder to cry on. the letter was really sweet. the person who wrote it was way better =)&lt;br /&gt;to xinchi: ma dear daughter,thanx for bein sucha sayang n thanx 4 puttin up wit ma non stop complains. u noe hu 2 turn 2 if ur sis aint ard yea?=D&lt;br /&gt;to xuenie: ma dear sista! thanx 4 ALWAZ bein dere wen i need cmpy. thanx 4 meetin up wit me whenever u can after our sch activites n sharing the same appetite as i do by buyin tonsa food n munch while we were in either e 912/913 bus. you are e sista i neva had =)&lt;br /&gt;to melody: thanx 4 alwaz addin e spice weneva u r ard. even tho we cant stan ur sarcasm at time, its tt thin tt make me lik u, along wit ur big heart tt jus accept al our even mor sarcastic remarks tt was thrown at u.. =p&lt;br /&gt;to lisa: thanx 4 bein sucha darl! thanx 4 alwaz showerin everyone wit ur t.l.c n protectin us weneva u can. ur lame-ness keep us gni.. dun eva change hu u r yea!=D&lt;br /&gt;to weeying: ey sista! thanx 4 alwaz pangseh-in me.. haha no la... thanx 4 alwaz bein sucha sport, esp wen ur craziness level is turned on... they rock ma socks =p&lt;br /&gt;to ciauer: ma other sista.. thanx 2 u 4 gettin along so wel wit e pri kids, our grp were neva disturbed by em! lolx. thanx 4 puzzling us wit ur riddles... they kills boredom immediately. be as sweet as eva yea? =)&lt;br /&gt;to wenzhi: thanx 4 bein e maker of al jokes. life is neva borin wit u ard... dun eva stop ur craziness yea? or else u confirm wil neva get "eh-hem" =p&lt;br /&gt;to wenyin: ey sweetie. i duno wateva happen 2 u lo. but thanx 4 layan-in me al dese years.. ma life is pampered wit u ard... &lt;strike&gt;altho i reli hope u n "u-noe-hu-wld-b-2getha-tho" dun let her go cuz of ur pride yea? its not worth it&lt;/strike&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;to yongyee: e witty adviser amongst us al. thanx 4 everythin 4 problems wil neva b solved w/o u ard. u r alwaz calm wen problems arise, n no one can eva outtalk u. dun eva lose tt "talent" of urs k? oh, n remember 2 b 4eva softhearted k. u noe tt we gers lov u 4 tt!=p&lt;br /&gt;to yonglin: ma son... thanx 4 trustin me n tellin me ur personal stuffs. thanx 4 alwaz bein so softhearted wen it comes 2 we girls in e bus. n thanx 4 bein e 2nd wenzhi... plus ur non-stop ticklin wen we bully u. tt alwaz tickles us funny =p&lt;br /&gt;to yithann: ey brotha!! u muz stay as cute as eva k?!! thanx 4 treatin me lik sum precious treasure in ur life, u make me lol. thanx 4 bein sucha joker along wit wenzhi. life is neva borin wt u guys ard yea. gd luck btw u n her hor!! =p&lt;br /&gt;niwae. ok la. i noe dis entry sounds lame. but i jus wan u guys 2 noe how much i lov u n how much u al meant 2 me... altho shit had happened 2 one of our busmates about 5 days ago n we cun do nithin cuz we dun even noe wat exactly happened. lets pray 4 her safety yea? i noe al of u r buddhist so dun sae u r lazy yea?&lt;br /&gt;lov u guys.&lt;br /&gt;muackz.&lt;br /&gt;tata... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110406655319014622?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110406655319014622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110406655319014622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110406655319014622' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110398045120877073</id><published>2004-12-25T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T21:27:22.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is another entry about him. Hopefully and most probably, it will be the last.&lt;br /&gt;I found out another "great" thing today. Furthermore, it came out from him, himself. How nice. He was denying soliciting his services in a most reprehensible way and yet he had the gall to reveal the sordid truth about his recent fling.&lt;br /&gt;Every lie so intricately woven had ensnared me in this scheme. I was bamboozled. But no more. I just felt so stupid to be once so crazy in love wit him. Thinking that regardless the scandals and the rules, he's the one. Not anymore. Everything has been cast into greater clarity. I had made many huge mistakes. Why did I antagonize other girls over such a subhuman fool? I still don't understand why i thought he was worth it though. I thought he would somehow redeem himself by at least attempting to salvage the situation. But no. I just can't comprehend why some girls shower him with blind adoration especially even after knowing who he really was better than I did. Love is blind i guess. I'm not the most stoic of people when it comes to relationships. And he knew it. And he exploited it. He's not stupid although he retained. He's cunningly clever. He knows how to make use of a person's weakness and from there, he will work his way up.&lt;br /&gt;Greatest regrets will be not heeding anyone's advice despite it be nagged into my ears time and time again. I can't do much now. It's too late.&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I will be absolutely civil about this parting. I will be as I was before, and by far, he's the one who had mistreated me most. And I will not let it go jus like that. Trust me. And yes. I will do something to "thank" him in return. Heh. I know. Its not nice to talk bout this on a x'mas day. But shit happens. I jus want to warn the girls who actually had a crush or stuffs like that on him or on any guy that are kind of like him or his style. It may not be my place to say, but read on anyway. It won't hurt. Not unless you're all defensive about something...&lt;br /&gt;So... Don't be fooled by the way he treats you, even if they seemed too real to be untrue, you will never know. Sometimes, you just can't give your all to a relationship, u never know what happens next. Don't even think he will change, guys rarely change for a girl... but if you are too stubborn, like the way i was, then go on, just don't ever regret when your hurting in the end, &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; even &lt;strong&gt;bother&lt;/strong&gt; to think about him because he most definitely has already moved on, take it as a lesson learnt, and congratulate yourself for being strong enough to let go and lead your life without him. There is an independent side in every one of us, its jus whether you want to find it or hide it, whatever it is, just believe in yourself yea? And most importantly... love yourself and just be who u are. Fuck care about all the shit that people says, people that truely loves you will accept you know matter how fucked up you are. Then... u will surely be happier then anyone else. So yea. Ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. credits to ziyang, for helping me with the phrasing of some sentences.And that is why perfect english is used today, to try to meet up with his powerful english. =p&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s.s. last few sentences seemed so unreal? Well, ask those who knew me during my lower secondary years, that was exactly how i lead my life. So yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110398045120877073?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110398045120877073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110398045120877073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110398045120877073' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110395586320455332</id><published>2004-12-25T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T14:24:23.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee... niwae...&lt;br /&gt;ma xmas tree n wit its deco dis yr... lik i hv said i wil show... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426%3B86723232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3C548%3A%3A69ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den erm... im gona b quite "proud" now.. cuz... i wana show u guys ma xmas prezie... dun wana c den dun c ya. im not forcin u al.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426%3B86723232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3C548%3A%3A95ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a small makeup kit tt ma sis had given me... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426%3B86723232%7Ffp63%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3C548%3A%3A75ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mp3 tt ma dad gav me.. it aint clear tho.. im a lousy photographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426%3B86723232%7Ffp7%3Enu%3D323%3B%3E382%3E5%3A9%3EWSNRCG%3D32327%3B6399%3B5%3Cnu0mrj" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n dese r added 2 ma collections of bags... i have described em b4... so erm.. nothin reli special.. nonetheles...&lt;br /&gt;minah/mat bag given by ma oma... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426%3B86723232%7Ffp64%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3C548%3A%3A7%3Aot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mooks handbag bought in bali. i love dis bag alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426%3B86723232%7Ffp64%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3C548%3A%3A83ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis bag was oso bought in bali. i love it e minute i set ma eyes upon it. cuz it lks pretty classy. its suppose 2 b all white. thanx 2 e lights in ma room...e side wit e butterfly is silvery white btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426%3B86723232%7Ffp64%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3C548%3A%3A87ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis is given by ma oma too. its said tt e kings n princes in russia -yup.its from russia- give this when they wana propose 2 their love ones. oh n dere is a $50 note inside. lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426%3B86723232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3C548%3A%3A8%3Bot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. tts al. dese r ma xmas presents dis yr. n as usual, i lov em al. its e tots tt counts. so yup. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110395586320455332?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110395586320455332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110395586320455332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110395586320455332' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110381280393990603</id><published>2004-12-23T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T22:40:03.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is e list of ppl i wana kill right now =p:&lt;br /&gt;1.wenzhi - where r moi songs n testi?!&lt;br /&gt;2.wenyin - 4 bein so unhelpful&lt;br /&gt;3.chongwei -  4 makin me wait&lt;br /&gt;4.hamimah - her 'brb' very long ah&lt;br /&gt;5.naf - izit me. or is dere sumthin wrong wit ur blog?&lt;br /&gt;6.zhenhui - where is ma testi?&lt;br /&gt;7.sonia - where is ma 2nd testi?&lt;br /&gt;8.xinchi - where is ma testi?&lt;br /&gt;9.tingru - where is ma testi?&lt;br /&gt;10.ivy - where is ma testi?&lt;br /&gt;11.ma sis - 4 sittin behind me...&lt;br /&gt;12.chanel - 4 e las min cancelled date e other tim&lt;br /&gt;13.sara - izit me. or izit e fact dere is no tagboard bein put up?&lt;br /&gt;14.hongwei - 4 not havin frendster&lt;br /&gt;15.yanping - where r ma prom pics?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110381280393990603?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110381280393990603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110381280393990603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110381280393990603' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110380549020293499</id><published>2004-12-23T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T20:38:10.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>decided 2 delete e previous post.ma rantings paid off. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;niwae... dad is currently very agitated cuz he was asked 2 go overseas on xmas day. i cld relate 2 how he fels... imagine. waitin a whole yr jus 4 dis special day, n u hav specially gotten everythin 4 u love ones, al tt is missin now is wen they open up e present n c how hapi they r 2 recieve ur presents... jus so u wil noe al ur efforts paid off...&lt;br /&gt;i noe dis is wat he wants.. as a family man.. he is our santa claus, e one hu rings e bell so tt al of us ladies up dere can dash down e stairs cuz we can hardly wait 2 c how evrythin lks lik... its.. real sad... even tho me n ma dad aint close... but our way of tinkin r very much alike...&lt;br /&gt;hes tryin 2 negotiate things wit his boss... hope he suceeds...&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/6623088-110380549020293499?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110380549020293499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110380549020293499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110380549020293499' title=''/><author><name>tots were 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href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110380073382474327' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110379151159658363</id><published>2004-12-23T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T17:03:52.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope santa noes how 2 b a man dis xmas....&lt;br /&gt;y?&lt;br /&gt;cuz ive been an xtremely gd ger!! i mop al e floor upstairs on tues, mop al e floor downstairs n wash sum of e dishes on wed, clean one of e doors -or izit gate?- 2dae, n im gona clean another one tml.&lt;br /&gt;u hav no idea how hard i work santa.... i hope mama tells u bout tt.... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niwae. dun u love xmas? i do!!! e cartoons hav been filled wit stuffs bout xmas... n even tho they r al almos bout e same, u jus wun ge sick of it... oh n how ur parents onli allow u 2 plan e theme 4 ur xmas tree n den made u go 2 bed early n ur not suppose 2 go down at al after tt cuz santa is comin? *smiles* tt is jus wats goin 2 happen 2 me n ma sis tml nite. but nvm. we hav planned our nite very wel... cuz...&lt;br /&gt;we are goin 2 watch &lt;strong&gt;jack skellington n sally!!!&lt;/strong&gt; yea. mummy bought e dvd &lt;strong&gt;" e nightmare b4 xmas"&lt;/strong&gt; u hav no idea how elated i was wen she told me. cuz in a way, its lik we watched it every yr on xmas eve on channel 5. but it seems lik they no longer put tt show up... n we managd 2 found it in city square. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait 4 xmas..... b it e xmas tree, e prezies or e xmas dinner. everythin is jus so great!&lt;br /&gt;ladidadida~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. xmas video for u.=)&lt;br /&gt;credits go 2 naf 4 once posting a video on her own blog. thaxnaf! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110379151159658363?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110379151159658363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110379151159658363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110379151159658363' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110372774437835233</id><published>2004-12-22T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T23:02:24.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/boyfriend/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://spacefem.com/boyfriend/5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus did tt survey. n i swear i didnt cheat. so yup. hehz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110372774437835233?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110372774437835233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110372774437835233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110372774437835233' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110372676864876128</id><published>2004-12-22T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T22:46:08.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder wats her pro. cant she jus get over wit it? damnit. such immaturity...&lt;br /&gt;niwae. dun b so childish 2 block me la, lik i alwaz tok 2 u in e 1st place. wat sia~ cant blif ur no beta even tho u were so "great" to criticize me oh-so-openly e other time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. sudden cravin 4 chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;dere is none in e fridge xcept 4 e tiny hersheys one tt was used 2 make brownies 4 u-noe-hu e other tim.. but it stil taste delicious tho. semi-sweet wat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hav a sudden great hatred 4 ma com. it suddenly lag lik fuck. u hav no idea how irritated i m wit it. hav e urge 2 throw it against e wal... argh. n it gets worst wen ma sis is nearby. which i absolutely hav no idea y. but i suspect ma sis n ma comp dun click. i duno e reason tho. it jus... happened.*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously im in a foul mood now. thax 2 e com. n no. im not pmsin. im jus... real irritated. tts al.&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/6623088-110372676864876128?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110372676864876128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110372676864876128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110372676864876128' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110362155178040990</id><published>2004-12-21T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T17:36:42.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ladidadida~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterdae.&lt;/strong&gt; heh heh heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;al i wore was a white tube, a black jacket, ma tight fittin jeans -i cant help it! im so used 2 it tt wearin normal jeans make me fel ugly!hmmph- n ma nike shoes. onli accessory i had was ma necklace. damn simple eh. nvm. blame it on e conditions of ma skin. im gona kinda wear lik dis until e day al e scars n bites r gone. onli when i go out tt is...&lt;br /&gt;b4 i went out spore, went 2 e hosp n spent quite a long time dere.n thus, i ended up bein even later den e 2 guys i went out wit...hilmy -ma mamasan- and chongwei. =p&lt;br /&gt;yes. i went out wit em. dun ask y. lolx!&lt;br /&gt;so erm yup. they were suppose 2 b late but i ended up bein later den em. keke. in e train i found out smthin they intended 2 hide. or shld i sae, &lt;strong&gt;hilmy&lt;/strong&gt; intended 2 hide. heh heh&lt;br /&gt;we went 2 orchard 2 acmpy me 2 xmas shop. den went 2 burger king, which was after a loooong "debate" btw me n mamasan. haha. cw neutral ah. as usual. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;we order e xmas meal thingy n eat lo. after a loong "debate" too. dis tim is al 3... mor of mimi n me against cw. hahaha. ey. nex tim i dun wan tt ice cream liao. not nice.. at e same time we tok n gossip. gosh. i suddenly missed ma sch life. haha. i love that tok i tel u. cuz... nvm. *shuts mouth* hehe.&lt;br /&gt;after tt we went e aljunied (sp?) 2 find e job they were suppose 2 find. den e 2 guys even mor fussy den me. keep on complainin. esp tt mamasan. i neva once regretted givin hilmy tt nickname. he lives up 2 e name very wel.lolx. niwae i duno wat happen la. we reached e place but we neva make it 2 e cmpy. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;we went on parted ways on our way back. i went 2 meet up wit ma 2 cousins. n we headed 2wards wdlds interchange. saw a couple called "nafique". hehe. n so, we were waitin 4 950. a man bside me, which 2 me is totali insane, keep on sayin "so what?" in a very gl way. every 5 mins he wil sae tt. damn loudly too. i do not noe if hes tryin 2 spite me or wat cuz i was readin seventeen. den u noe la, sum chi tink other chi wana b ang-moh wat. but too bad. its not tt i wana b an ang-moh. i M 1/2 ang-moh wat. so wateva la. den wen i tok 2 ma cousin, he wil b "ssosoosamnban". im not simply typin it. he did sounded lik dis. u hav no idea how i wld hav freaked out at him if e bus haven came.&lt;br /&gt;in e bus. we tok n tok til we reach msia custom. den while waitin 4 our uncle 2 fetch us, we walk ard city square. i bought ten ZA masks for RM78.80. after ma calculations i realise its fuckin cheap. so of course i buy la. niwae den lepak awhile. saw a gang of ma seniors. includin weixin, ma godpa, n joe, ma godgranpa. dun ask y they hav such old status.. it jus happened. keke. den smile smile tok tok.&lt;br /&gt;ma uncle finali reach. den went out for family dinner. i eat 1 n a 1/2 bowl of rice. which is considered alot 2 ma family hu noe how lil i can eat. den uncle fetch e grandparents n aunty hme n brought us 2 e roadside stall 2 eat again... wheee... it was great. i ate wanton mee. -yes. in les den 1/2 hour after i finish eatin e dinner-. n frankly johor's wanton mee rocks. totali.&lt;br /&gt;ma mum called n said it was too late 2 go hme so we went 2 ma grandparents hse 2 slp. toked wit meiting til 2am n i tink, once gain, i fel aslp first. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;2dae is sum traditional chi day, so we all had glutinous rice ball just now. yummy. i love 2 eat tt, esp e one made by ma granny. yes. e very cute grandma. =)&lt;br /&gt;den acmpy mum n oma 2 e hosp. oreadi sae its nothin... wasted rm58 4 nothin. but nvm.i shal not b rude. al e cousins jus went back 2 kl. i wonder how m i goin 2 spent e res of ma days til e new yr... chee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;smsed jus now. u'd no idea how sarcastically rude he was. it hurt me even tho e fact hes no longer close 2 ma heart. i neva knew he wld be sucha jerk even tho i noe hes one. its jus. mayb al dese while its jus ma own dillusion tinkin he was who he was n thus e relationship jus cont despite e fact it was oreadi over rite from e start. n if u were 2 b sucha bastard as he is sayin "oh. action now ah. got new bf oreadi wat..." den screw u. one of e main reasons i broke up wit him was cuz i longed 4 singlehood. so y shld i giv it up so easily 4 another guy wen i went through shit 4 tt? n oh. relax yea. i neva once dated a guy 4 lust. n tt includes ma scandals too. im not a flyy lik sum sluts out dere r. cuz lust has neva been in e popular list in ma priority, its best avoided. blif it or not, its up 2 u. judge me however u lik it, at e end of e day, i noe maself e bes.&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/6623088-110362155178040990?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110362155178040990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110362155178040990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110362155178040990' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110346778984991112</id><published>2004-12-19T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T23:20:53.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ey guys.sori 4 goin offline suddenly. mum came back n brought me n ma sis 2 e hos. but i doubt u al wil mind la hor, i alwaz offline suddenly w/o cumin back niwae.=X&lt;br /&gt;niwae. it was confirm tt she had broken her wrist n thus she was hospitalized. she was stil cryin wen we reached dere, which was already midnite. i felt terrible. reli... *sighz*&lt;br /&gt;so she went 4 op dis mornin. parents didnt bring us along, they were kind enuf 2 giv us our needed slp.. hehx. so we woke up n found ourselves alone. wit e company of e princess of e family, heidi, of course. she is so cute. i love her eyes. e way her big black eyes wil suddenly stare at you as tho shes lkin in2 u soul n her head wil tilt 2 a certain angle, her mouth almos closin where al u wil c is her very lil teeth of her lower jaws... ok, mayb ma description aint gd enuf but wait til u lk at it. it makes u laugh instantly cuz u wil neva experience such cuteness from anythin, except from her that is. and so she keep on doin that staring game with me for almos half hour.. god. i love her. even tho shes jus a dog. reli =D&lt;br /&gt;niwae. ma big aunt keep on callin to make sure we were orite. she is from brunei u c, n she onli come every december. n i muz sae. shes ma fave aunt. it was sweet of her 2 keep on callin us jus 2 make sure we hav eaten..&lt;br /&gt;den ladidadida.&lt;br /&gt;i checked ma hp.. las nite i was tokin bout needin sum1 by ma side. dis mornin i saw a msg from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; sent at 5am.. how, erm, "nice". after soooo loong, i finali exist gain? thanx. but. no thanx. i rather not exist in ur life. at leas i wun fel, hmm, pressurized. reli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so niwae,&lt;br /&gt;parents return hme. mum asked me go out wit her 2 hav lunch. den reached hme. got changed. went 2 hospital 2 c oma along wit grandma n big aunt. den went back fetch grandpa n e other 2 cousins n head 2 pulai spring country club 2 hav dinner. ma big aunt n e 2 cousins r goin 2 kl tml nite. so yup.&lt;br /&gt;thanks chanel for you last minute change of plans. &lt;strong&gt;again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wateva~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110346778984991112?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110346778984991112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110346778984991112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110346778984991112' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110337904930023906</id><published>2004-12-18T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T22:10:49.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sighz*&lt;br /&gt;oma felled down jus now. she said she'd broken her wrist. parents brought her to hospital now. she was crying hysterically jus now... frightened the wits out of me.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it wen shit lidat happens.. i fel so... helples.n dis is e 2nd tim she fel dis mth. once was in bali. another was jus now. had e sudden urge to cal sumone up n tok.. but ah... nvm.in case mum calls... &lt;br /&gt;nothing great happened 2dae. al i got was critisim n insults from mum. shes rite. i shun stay at hme. shld get outa e hse asap. she cant stan me. b it e sight of me or jus me. even wen im helpin her. so mite as wel jus get e hel outa e hse. i cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;aiya. i duno la. ma mind is in a mess. im feelin nithin but great. im feelin on e down side, n ma pms/menses is nowhere near...&lt;br /&gt;sumthings wrong&lt;br /&gt;nothing's right&lt;br /&gt;i need someone by ma side tonight..&lt;br /&gt;*sighz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110337904930023906?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110337904930023906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110337904930023906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110337904930023906' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110329541589748943</id><published>2004-12-17T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T22:58:09.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out wit e family 2dae n got majorly pissed at e crowds in orchard.dese imbeciles r both blind n deaf. they noe u need 2 walk pas em yet they just refuse 2 move. n even if u screamed "EXCUSE ME" at them with your granny tapping them on their shouler,everyone moved out of e way but em?i dun care if ur rich n u r a boss of a certain company or watsoeva. u jus dun block ppl's way at a damn crowded place n acted as tho u owned it. motherfucker. not 2 mention bout &lt;strong&gt;kids dese days&lt;/strong&gt;. dont their parents or e sch teach em manners? if u wana walk past sumone hu happened 2 not notice it, sae e word "pls" or "excuse me", u dun jus push ur way through em as tho they are e dolls or watsoeva u hav at hme. argh. ppl n their lack of manners. _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110329541589748943?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110329541589748943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110329541589748943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110329541589748943' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110320785927552156</id><published>2004-12-16T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T22:37:39.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=D&lt;br /&gt;was supposed 2 stay at hme n rot al day...&lt;br /&gt;thank god dere was a change of plans.. =D&lt;br /&gt;b4 e change of plans, i was bored, so i took a pic of heidi in ma stdy room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426437923232%7Ffp7%3Enu%3D323%3B%3E382%3E5%3A9%3EWSNRCG%3D32327%3A%3A587663nu0mrj" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meiting smsed ma mum hp n told me it was jooyi's bday -ma other cousin- n so we went 2 her hse n intended 2 celebrate her bday.. den they suggested 2 go city square.. so me n ma sis went.al2getha.6 cousins n 2 adults went... great fuckin fun.&lt;br /&gt;6 ppl squeezed at e backseat. was lucky no police was ard..&lt;br /&gt;went shoppin n al. pics taken at genki sushi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joolin.meiting.me.ma sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426437923232%7Ffp64%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3B9678576ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426437923232%7Ffp7%3Enu%3D323%3B%3E382%3E5%3A9%3EWSNRCG%3D32327%3A%3A587669nu0mrj" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meiting.me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426437923232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3B9678593ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hongwei.meiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426437923232%7Ffp64%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3B9678596ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joolin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426437923232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3B9678598ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hongwei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426437923232%7Ffp64%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3B96785%3A5ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma sis, joann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426437923232%7Ffp63%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3B96785%3A%3Bot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me... ugly la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426437923232%7Ffp7%3Enu%3D323%3B%3E382%3E5%3A9%3EWSNRCG%3D32327%3A%3A5876%3A6nu0mrj" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we 4 eatin.meiting finished hers 1st... n thus... took this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426437923232%7Ffp63%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3B96785%3B8ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meiting. too bored 4 her own gd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426437923232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3B96785%3C2ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n meiting.again.rite b4 we went down 2 meet zhenhui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426437923232%7Ffp7%3Enu%3D323%3B%3E382%3E5%3A9%3EWSNRCG%3D32327%3A%3A5958%3B5nu0mrj" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so erm.yup.after we finished our meal. ting n i went 2 starbucks 2 met up wit zhenhui n his fren 2 lepak 4 awhile b4 goin on separate ways...&lt;br /&gt;den saw amand at crossover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426437923232%7Ffp7%3Enu%3D323%3B%3E382%3E5%3A9%3EWSNRCG%3D32327%3A%3A5958%3B9nu0mrj" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e 6 cousins. another 6 missing in picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426437923232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3B96867%3C%3Bot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our big aunt accidentally "cut off" e head of e other 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3426437923232%7Ffp58%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3B9686836ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yup.tts al 4 2dae.&lt;br /&gt;dads sick. need 2 help mum lk after him.&lt;br /&gt;i hav sumtin 2 sae bout &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.m majorly pissed off. but it may b a long entry n i dun hav e tim. so i shal save it 4 tml i gues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottomline.i jus wan ma money back.&lt;br /&gt;so yea.&lt;br /&gt;nitez.&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/6623088-110320785927552156?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110320785927552156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110320785927552156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110320785927552156' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110311992818795407</id><published>2004-12-15T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T22:28:47.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cum 2 tink bout it, e colour combination of dis blog doesnt suit me.&lt;br /&gt;jus doin it 4 e pic.&lt;br /&gt;jus puttin up e pic 4 e song.&lt;br /&gt;but i love tt song.....&lt;br /&gt;nvm. i wil save tt 4 tml... &lt;br /&gt;so as not 2 run outa things 2 entertain me..hehz&lt;br /&gt;wateva~&lt;br /&gt;niwae. republic polytechnic sent me a packet of tissue.&lt;br /&gt;how thoughtful of em...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110311992818795407?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110311992818795407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110311992818795407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110311992818795407' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110311576820741851</id><published>2004-12-15T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T21:02:48.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to fight the lover's twist, a slight, sweet, subtle kiss. to resist would be a mistake. free samples are taken without a second glance, it hurts to know i'd bend in the knees at one blank touch. perhaps you could resist wanting me, but for me to see every perfection in your physique could only be detrimental to my health. the soft graze of skin after an empty quarrel full of misplaced trust. the way your eyes seduced me along with your smile, hazy atmospheres drug the masses. this is who you are, a distant fragment of my past. my youth, how much one can change in such a short period of time. time slows down. i catch a glimpse of your perfection, soon dissipating because we all know something so lovely must fade and slowly die. i could have showed you the best time. nights full of romance, our fingers entwined. a sudden flush sent to a lover's face, pure rejoicement. my face coming to your shoulder, your hand slowly finding itself out of instinct around my slight waist. i follow your lead and take the next step, slipping my hand into your back pocket. you lead the way in this dizzying waltz, i'm trying so hard to just keep up. two sets of brown eyes staring, searching into each other's pores, souls, hearts. only letting you get close enough to see a tinge of gold flow throughout my brown. what intimacy. this is what you deserted. you let me slip away, though i tried so hard to hold on. clasping onto your sweaty white t-shirt...it did me no good. so let your guitar strings strum to the rhythm of my heart while i count the number of times you let me down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.enuf of him 4 2dae i gues. tts wat boredom leads me 2... tinkin of him. &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;out of boredom, i change ma layout, ma blog song, oh.. n tts a pic of me in purple sari with xinyi durin sec2'02 racial harmony.its not tt clear.. i noe...&lt;br /&gt;other den tt, i basicali rotted e day away. tml wil b e same... nice.&lt;br /&gt;zhenhui called jus now. a gd move. it killed ma boredom 4 a while at leas.&lt;br /&gt;im stil tryin 2 kill ma boredom... mayb i shld play &lt;em&gt;mall tycoon&lt;/em&gt;... its time consumin niwae... &lt;br /&gt;hehz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110311576820741851?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110311576820741851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110311576820741851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110311576820741851' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110309759886653260</id><published>2004-12-15T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T15:59:58.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;was feelin bored.. so i decided 2 play ard wit e internet, n out of boredom i went 2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;hotmail, n i realise tt he hadnt read e breakup email i sent him, or mayb he did but marked as unread. *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;saw tt his hotmail n friendster password were e same, which means both r related 2 me... n i suddenly felt upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;mayb now im deludin maself. not previously. mayb dis is e mistake im makin now. not previously&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;yet. tt stil doesnt giv him e reason 2 treat me lik i dun exist esp since he aint workin now... n thus, dis tot jus made me unable 2 4giv him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;but... wateva la.shit happens.its jus e fact i duno wat kinda shit it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;nonetheles, sum pics we took.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;dis is taken durin ma os, n on his 2nd day of work, 09112004 if i aint wrong... we didnt choose e background cuz we liked it, we choosed it jus 4 e "ladida" tingy. actuali is he choosed it, cuz he noe i often sae tt...but i dun tink we lked gd. we were very tired on tt day...hehz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/34262%3C6323232%7Ffp54%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3B8%3B67388ot1lsi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;dis is taken on woodgrove carnival taken wit lingxin cam, dere was a nicer pic taken by xinchi, but its wit him, so yup. he didnt wana cum cuz of e mats in e sch, but cuz of e fact tt he promised 2 go n through e persuasion of his mum, he went lo. dis pic jus shows how short n smal i m...n how ugly i m too. bleaghz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/34262%3C6323232%7Ffp7%3Enu%3D323%3B%3E382%3E5%3A9%3EWSNRCG%3D32327%3A9%3A76485nu0mrj" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;so yup. enuf of him. im findin sumthin else 2 kill ma boredom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110309759886653260?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110309759886653260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110309759886653260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110309759886653260' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110308685486073978</id><published>2004-12-14T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T21:07:48.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back.=D&lt;br /&gt;i did sumthin stupid las nite.... i accidentali deleted ALL the pics i took in bali. arz gh. u hav no idea how pissed off i m wit maself... e long braids tt i hafta suffer 4 5days jus 4 e pic... n al those candid shots i took of ma family... i hafta use dads pic i gues, which has onli 2 candid shots of mum... *SIGHZ*&lt;br /&gt;goin 2 bali in december is gona b e las thin im goin 2 agree on from now on.. y? cuz instead of e bloody cool weather u wil hav in june/july or e romantic rainy season in november, u wil get an ultra hot sunny weather with no wind but many hundreds n millions of flies n mosquitos 24/7! argh. u have no idea how any bites i have in ma hand n legs now.. its so fuckin ugly im wonderin if i shld go xmas shoppin wit ma family dis fri or go shoppin plus job huntin wit nelz on mon... @#%^!!other den tt. everythin was orite.&lt;br /&gt;we stayd at hotel tjampuhan spa again, same room too. i didnt mind cuz e place is sooooo relaxin i can stay at e tannin sofe bed e whole day w/o feelin bored. niwae. hmm. we didnt do much dis wk cuz ma sis got food poisonin on one of e days.. but welz. niwae. went shoppin ard ubud. bought bout 5 necklace n 3 bracelets n 2 pairs of earrings, 1 small pouch n 1 slightly bigger pouch, both hand sewn wit sequins n thus lk very unique. oso bought a white sling bag tt is divided in2 2 sides where one is e cheongsam material while another one is lik nylon type? but bottomline, its elegant.&lt;br /&gt;went 2 kuta just 2 go 2 e surfshop 2 buy e mooks handbag tt i lov so so much, mum ended up buyin a cult slingbag while sis bought a surfgirl slingbag. so currently, im satisfied wit e amt of bags i hav.which i tink wil keep me satisfed til at most e beginnin of nex mth? hehz..&lt;br /&gt;got ma hair braided in sanur 4 3 hrs.got tanned even tho i was in e shade, n in e mean tim, exchanged smiles wit passerbys. dad keep on makin fun of me sayin i lk lik those black ppl. "nice-ness".&lt;br /&gt;not 2 4get, went 2 e mountain 2 enjoy e scenery of e volcano n lk oppo e lake where e balinese ppl livin dere throw e dead bodies on e tree instead of buryin em. tt was basicali e main events.&lt;br /&gt;in e aeroplane from bali 2 kl, we watched mr bean in e plane n listen 2 music. 1 air steward complimented on ma braids. =) other den tt, e air stewardess were unfriendly.&lt;br /&gt;den waited 2 hrs in kl airport, mum finali got 2 watch her tv while waitin 4 e flight.board e aeroplane, dis tim another air steward commented "tts so nice" n touched ma hair. was so embarrassed. but nvm... playd wit e cam in e plane, e same air steward walked past me twice givin me those "supposedly frown tt is not mean at al, but friendly in fact".. but e mos embarrasin part came wen i was alightlin from e aeroplane n he grabbed ma wrist not wantin 2 let go n keep on smilin at me while sayin bye 2 other passengers, al dese while ma dad hu is damn protectiv over me was bhind. manged 2 struggle maself free in e end while laughin. i noe hes jus playin. so wateva la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; didnt contact me at al. so i take it tt wat i did was rite after al. i deserve much beta i gues, hez. shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110308685486073978?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110308685486073978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110308685486073978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110308685486073978' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110240782661077911</id><published>2004-12-07T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T16:23:46.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>niwae. hmm dis shal b e las tim im bloggin til e 15th of dec. which is e day after i come back from bali. til den... hapi hols 2 al u peeps out dere. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. dis song &lt;em&gt;all i have &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;em&gt;j.lo &lt;/em&gt;speaks alot bout our pas relationship too. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110240782661077911?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110240782661077911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110240782661077911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110240782661077911' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110240764585838117</id><published>2004-12-07T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T16:20:45.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.how shal i sae dis... we broken up gain? hehz. wateva. i jus dun wana b lik las yr, sufferin throughout e hols. n frankly. i doubt we are gonna patch, after al... i doubt things r gona work out 4 us nex yr.. esp durin their camp. yup. i dun trust him. at al. so wats e pnt... jus dun wana go through al those dramatuc scenes gain. 4 afteral enuf is enuf. he had done many things tt showed he aint reli in2 me 4 me... so mite as wel jus, leave our own life.he wanted freedom. so do i. so yup. tho i admit e fact tt i stil lov him, but i gues its high tim we shld stop deludin ourselves e fact tt we r gona work out in e end, 4 afteral, y b 2getha wen we cant even b faithful 2wards each other. we wil jus ended up getting each other hurt... destroyin me, ma self esteem n ma confidence. tts not me. n tts definitely not wat ppl who had watched me grew up wanted. i made many mistakes durin dis relationship. so i gues, i shld jus stop maself 4 makin another mistake, by jus, movin on. so yup.&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since i hav speaked up ma inner-most feelin bout dis relationship. e downside. so if those imbeciles wana mock n bitched bout me.be ma guest. i cant b bothered, 4 afteral,by doin tt it shows ur worst den me, ur jus low.... so yup.&lt;br /&gt;niwae, dis poem wil kinda says it al bout tis relationship, i gues? hehz.*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's so much to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in so little of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But if it were up to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd fucking scream at the top of my lungs as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to how big of a &lt;strong&gt;heartbreaker&lt;/strong&gt; you really are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Public disparagement seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to be your greatest downfall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have so many emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;coursing throughout my veins for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Traces of you are still in my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blood-soaked tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smash these dreams with your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reminescences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Look at where you have left me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know you broke me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it doesn't seem to bother you at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feed your fucking sob story to someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You spoonfed me your stories of how you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;were mistreated by love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The fool that I was believed you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and opened that &lt;em&gt;stone-cold heart&lt;/em&gt; up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't stand to think of all the ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you've managed to rip me apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I tore us apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your lack of comittment is what did us in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You ravaged the innocent girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You fucking hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's nowhere left for us to go now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you made sure of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You got over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just as fast as you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"fell in love" with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You never cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My heart was in your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;careless fucked up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;callous hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love really is blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because I never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;saw what a fucking bastard you were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You were my lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or did my supposed obsession stray my eyesight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I could fucking kill you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and not even think twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I used to say I'd throw myself in front of a train for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now-if the time came,I would push you just alittle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bit further in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so you would feel my pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(for some reason, i would throw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;myself in after you, too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I fucking hate you for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;letting me open up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And if tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in the headlines it reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"(16 year old) girl dies of tragic suicide"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;know that it was because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because you killed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All of it is fucking dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hopefully the guilt will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the throughout your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh so fucking precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;self-centered mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;causing you to malfunction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and even drive yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;over a bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But nah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dream on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will never hurt myself again for &lt;strong&gt;you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I fucking hate you with all the &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hold in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Forewarn every girl you meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that you are a heartbreaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fucking coward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Say everything you want to my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Break me down while looking into my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;instead of while i'm not looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ruin me right in front of your scathed mask. (It's old)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I died trying to hold onto you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why the fuck do I pine over you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well,dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;first loves go down in fucking flames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take all those letters I wrote to you and set them afire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The ashes deserve to be with the dust of our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dillussional romance that perhaps never even took place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;according to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this is just how our love goes down in fucking flames.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110240764585838117?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110240764585838117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110240764585838117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110240764585838117' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110233988393747077</id><published>2004-12-06T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T21:31:23.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;happy birthday 2 ME =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;niwae... hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wana sae thanks 2...&lt;br /&gt;sara.vincent.huipeng.peixin.nina&lt;br /&gt;4 wishin me hapi bday on ma taggie. =) thanks guys! didnt wana tag in ma board too long liao... lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actuali.2dae wasnt a reli totali great bday... cuz of mama! she made me cry 1st thin by wakin me up in e mornin n freakin at e fact i cun go 2 e 3 months jc course...&lt;br /&gt;so... ma mood was totali spoilt. lik duh~&lt;br /&gt;check ma hp. he jus wish me a hapi bday at 3am in e mornin wit a smiley face bside. TATS AL. no luv ya or wateva shit lik las yr. nice. mayb ma decision aint gona b wrong at 8th dec yea?&lt;br /&gt;den at 9am sumtin, duncan sms me n wished me hapi bday.. even he, ma ex-godbro can smsed a whole lota sweet chunks den ma supposedly bf? i seriously deserve beta... den ma cousin called n smsed me 2 wish me hapi bday... sweet =)&lt;br /&gt;den i was stil in a bad mood cuz of mum n wan arshad. so i jus played comp games, not havin e mood 2 go out... until 330, mum brought me 2 city square 2 buy las min clothes 4 bali....&lt;br /&gt;stil cun find a nice bikini... sighz... mayb i shal buy it onli wen i reach dere...&lt;br /&gt;dis tim round, i jus bought 2 shirts n a jacket...&lt;br /&gt;n wen i went 2 crossover... gues who i saw... .... .... AMANDA!! hahhaa... once gain we freaked out wen we saw each other n al... den tok cok... den she wished me hapi bday.. den we parted...&lt;br /&gt;den on e way home, mum find fault wit me gain... cried awhile wen i reached hme, den forced maself 2 go down n cut bday cake... sis bought me a bracelet,a badge n a wallet. sweet of her...but wat was best was e fact wen i opened oma's prezie... it was a digi cam!!! omg... i totali freaked out loud!!! i totali didnt xpect her 2 buy me one, in fact i was hopin 2 get it 4 xmas while i didnt reli dare 2 xpect nothin much from her... aww~ shes so wnderfully great... it cheered me up instantly =x&lt;br /&gt;niwae... Zhenhui called me jus now 2 wish me hapi bday... sweet of him... he actuali tot ma bday was on e 4th while his fren was on e 6th... keke cute. den keep on askin me 2 go out lepak... cant blif he was at city square jus now but i didnt saw him...hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;NIWAE... in case u imbeciles start spreadin rumours n al... he is JUS a FREN. no feelings no nothin. so yup. thank u very much.&lt;br /&gt;not 2 4get. i wana make sumthin clear. if u c tt jerk taggin on ma board pretendin he is cw wit e underline thingy under his name? he is NOT cw. jus another poser... so yup.&lt;br /&gt;k la.. tts al... i wana play ard wit ma digi cam... teehee... bubye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110233988393747077?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110233988393747077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110233988393747077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110233988393747077' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110225807413741292</id><published>2004-12-05T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T22:47:54.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stil cant blif ma homies r goin gentin tml... w/o me... on ma bday sumor!!!! *wails*&lt;br /&gt;dis is oh so cruel&lt;br /&gt;jus hope they wun b tt bad 2 follow their plan by callin me durin their journey , sing ma bday song til 1/2way... n hangup...&lt;br /&gt;got a feelin they r capable of doin tt.. but tts so bad u noe..... hmmph....&lt;br /&gt;now one of em is givin me a picture bday cake through msn as an early bday wish... how nice.. *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but worst of al?&lt;br /&gt;its tt guy hu left me here not knowin whether we r stil on or not. in fact jus giv me e line "i luv u, but its hard 2 b wit u" __ wtf. i hate ur balls. its either we r on or not. not e "i duno whether we shld b 2getha or not"... y e hel did i eva 4giv u in e very 1st place? so tt ma bday can b ruin twice, ma valentine ruin once, n even ma prom was ruined too? i seriously m considerin dude.&lt;br /&gt;esp e fact u duno whether we shld stil b 2getha or not n even 2 e extent u qns if u were ma bf? e mor i tink bout it, e mor i tink of lettin go... be it ma bday ruin e 2nd tim... u hav one day 2 prove urself.&lt;br /&gt;wish u luck.&lt;br /&gt;jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110225807413741292?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110225807413741292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110225807413741292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110225807413741292' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110225426038904826</id><published>2004-12-05T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T21:44:20.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie.i have change ma blog song 2 &lt;em&gt;unbreak my heart &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;em&gt;toni braxton. &lt;/em&gt;u can c tt im quite a fan of hers. 4 after al... e songs arent irritatin at al, unlik sum songs dese days, n mos importantly, e lyrics makes sense. in a way u can jus sit n relate 2 it...&lt;br /&gt;oh n.. sara. i hope i neva coincidentally copy u gain bahz... =X&lt;br /&gt;here r e lyrics 2 dis song niwae...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Don't leave me in all this pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Don't leave me out in the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Come back and bring back my smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Come and take these tears away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I need your arms to hold me now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The nights are so unkind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Bring back those nights when I held you beside me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Un-break my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Say you'll love me again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Undo this hurt you caused &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;When you walked out the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And walked outta my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Un-cry these tears I cried so many nights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Un-break my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;My heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Take back that sad word good-bye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Bring back the joy to my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Don't leave me here with these tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Come and kiss this pain away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I can't forget the day you left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Time is so unkind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And life is so cruel without you here beside me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Don't leave me in all this pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Don't leave me out in the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Bring back the nights when I held you beside me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Un-break my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Come back and say you love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Un-break my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sweet darlin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Without you I just can't go on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Can't go on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110225426038904826?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110225426038904826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110225426038904826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110225426038904826' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110224717723148047</id><published>2004-12-05T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T19:46:17.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2dae is a WOW!&lt;br /&gt;mum attempted 2 wake me up at eleven plus n she succeeded wit e help of heidi keep on jumpin up n down n lickin me on every opportunity -_-"&lt;br /&gt;so wel, they succeeded n i forced maself 2 bathe n al den we headed 2wards ma grandparents hse... turned out ah gong made a mistake.. his 79 n yet he said he was 81.. but niwae... lets tok bout sumthin else 1st...&lt;br /&gt;so wel, i reached dere lo.. greeted em both... grandma was cookin "mian xian" sum chi type of noodles, mostly cooked durin bday. so wel, she told me ma cousin was bathin upstairs.. n i was so shocked! no one told us they had arrived... so i went up n find her... its been a yr since we met each other, so u can jus imagine how hapi we were.. n wel, she was e one hu wrote e testi 4 me... =D&lt;br /&gt;so niwae..we ate n tok n gossip til e soup had either evaporated or got absorbed by e noodle...den our uncle laughed at us n al...&lt;br /&gt;den...&lt;br /&gt;hongwei came! ma other cousin hu is of e same age wit me.ey shad, he's e one i told u i saw him e other time , but wait. y e hel shld i even bother 2 tel u, u wil jus b "niwae, i ur bf" gain? so wats e pnt __&lt;br /&gt;so yup.. hes sooooooooo taallllll. way taller den u dude, n even taller den brite (hu is taller den "him". heh)&lt;br /&gt;so den we tok n al, e me ma sis mum n meiting left e hse. we went 2 buy ah gong's bday cake. n at e same tim went 2 ma hse 2 play ard n al. dad cun even recognise her wen she greeted him, he onli realise hu she was wen oma called her by name. n he was way toooo shock he didnt noe how 2 react. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;so den after tt, waited 4 ma sis 2 finish her piano lesson, den fetch her, den go 2 grandparents hse 2 sing him a bday song n cut his chocolate fudge cake. cld c he was vry hapi 4 he was beamin from ear 2 ear. den he made a wish, n he did in a way as tho he was prayin... cute! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;den we ate e cake, ting, ah wei n me went tasek 2 laughed at e lians n e low quality clothes while eatin e very delicious cup corn...&lt;br /&gt;so here i m... typin dis... wantin 2 go kl soon... in fact i wanted 2 even study dere, it seems way beta den studyin in spore... sumor... ppl close 2 ma heart r al dere... hav 3 mths 2 convince ma parents, doubt i wil suceed. sighz...&lt;br /&gt;niwae.. naf was sweet 2 did wat she did in her blog...&lt;br /&gt;so....&lt;br /&gt;as a form of sincere courtesy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you're welcome naf&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110224717723148047?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110224717723148047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110224717723148047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110224717723148047' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110216827916486741</id><published>2004-12-04T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T21:51:19.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cant blif sara sae i lk minah-ish... cyn sae i stil got a lil of e lian-ish lk on tt outfit... hmmph... kekekeek. but im hapi. cuz i rather lk lik a minah den an ah lian... yea.. tts how much i HATE lkin lik a lian... =p&lt;br /&gt;2dae ah... suppose 2 go city square.. but ended up goin pelangi n holiday plaza instead. didnt bought nithin at dere. jus went wit e family 2 get e tickets, had lunch n window shopped. oh n i muz comment, altho dere is a sayin tt women are worst drivers den men, i strongly disagree. take a ride at ma mum's car, n u wil totali agree wit me. her drivin skills rocks! its even beta den ma dad n shes mor darin... tts y its much fun 2 ride in her car.. teeheee.&lt;br /&gt;niwae.. coincidentally, on e way 2 holiday plaza, we saw our old car... yup, e previous green toyota one... it was e very same car lo... 9422... cool balls...&lt;br /&gt;so niwae.. dad n mum were bickerin in e car as 2 whether we shal go city square n holiday plaza... -_-" so after bout 15mins... they decided on holiday plaza...&lt;br /&gt;so yup. reached dere, made a pact wit dad 2 meet 2 hours lata n we went SHOPPIN!! yup, me mama sis n oma... (n in case ppl stil duno wat "oma" is, its grandma in german. we al called her tt since young. so yup) so yup.. totali gers day out... &lt;br /&gt;bought a pleated skirt i wanted oh-so-much since las mth.. n its pretty.. its main colour theme was dark grey, with silver lines at sum places... damn nice... =D ma sis bought a cap at tt shop too.&lt;br /&gt;de we went &lt;em&gt;orange&lt;/em&gt;, bought a red jean-type skirt dere. its unique esp cuz of its belt, a brown leather bag n a nike air force shoe wit e colour of beidge n maroon 2 go along wit most of ma clothes. oh n e cool thing is, e shoe isnt those fake one, its real(i noe how 2 differentiate stuffs k =X) n e cool thing is, it cost rm89.90 n den bcuz we got e membership card 4 tt shop, it was rm74. change 2 spore, at least is $38. was suppose 2 buy e converse type shoe where 1/2 ma mum pay n e other 1/2 i pay as one of e bday prezie 4 maself, but it doesnt suit me so i choose e nike one... so in e end... i paid $19 4 a real nike shoe. sounds too gd 2 b true? den go down dere n check it out urself loz..=D&lt;br /&gt;sis bought a von dutch skirt... i tried 2 convince her not 2 buy, cuz its quite common nowadays, tho im ashamed 2 admit i owe 2 von dutch bag n 1 von dutch cap... but i tried 2 sold e bags at leas... but cun find any deals... tts y im stuck wit it even tho im kinda ashame of it now... =x oh n she bought many shirts... &lt;br /&gt;we went 2 another shop n she bought quicksilver 3/4 pants.. she lks gd in it cuz shes tall... but im too short of it.. so i cant owe even one =(&lt;br /&gt;den we went 2 another &lt;em&gt;orange&lt;/em&gt; shop, i bought a brown top from dere... its nice... n i wantd 2 buy another top... which was quite cool.. but it was a lil too big 4 me...&lt;br /&gt;den we had tea break at lavendar wit daddy, went 2 e specs shop 2 get ma sis a pair of glasses..&lt;strike&gt;e son of e boss tt ma mum find him as ma potential husband wasnt dere...dun lk down on him, his 18, handsome, n is currently studyin in a university in new zeland =X..&lt;/strike&gt; den went 2 buy ma 2 comp games 4 maself.. n we headed hme...&lt;br /&gt;tml is ah gong's 81st bday.. hafta go his hse... den go buy maself bday cake... 4 after al... MONDAY IS &lt;strong&gt;MOI&lt;/strong&gt; BIRTHDAY... ladidadida =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110216827916486741?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110216827916486741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110216827916486741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110216827916486741' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110208846073439957</id><published>2004-12-03T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T23:43:02.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tok bout originality..&lt;br /&gt;*SNORTS*&lt;br /&gt;kids dese days... &lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i so do not wish 2 b seen in e street wit e same shirt as u. find sumthin by ur own wil u._|_&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110208846073439957?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110208846073439957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110208846073439957'/><link 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took wit cyn 2dae...&lt;br /&gt;i lk damn ugly in em... i onli lik e purple one e most... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;oh... n...&lt;br /&gt;ma new hair lo.... i style it til its not TT obvious ah... so mayb it wun make much difference 2 u guys =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/34252%3B4723232%7Ffp4%3Enu%3D323%3B%3E382%3E5%3A9%3EWSNRCG%3D3232796%3A59524nu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/34252%3B4723232%7Ffp46%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3A5%3B48784ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/34252%3B4723232%7Ffp45%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3A5%3B48785ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/34252%3B4723232%7Ffp3%3B%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3A5%3B48786ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110208601242892365?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110208601242892365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110208601242892365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110208601242892365' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110208282197642465</id><published>2004-12-03T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T22:47:12.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dis is e pic nora huipeng n i took b4 our fnn o lvl paper.... =D&lt;br /&gt;e 2nd one is ugly i noe... was force 2 take it. lolx... niwae, jus scroll to e rite 2 c e other 2... e screen small ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/34252%3A%3A%3B23232%7Ffp45%3Dot%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E23236%3A295745%3Bot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110208282197642465?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110208282197642465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110208282197642465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110208282197642465' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110208005100120625</id><published>2004-12-03T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T21:20:51.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2dae..... hmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;met up wit nelz in e mornin wit ma zara brown shirt n lois tight fittin jeans -yea. its lois not levis, ma parents arent TT rich, thank u very much- along wit ma black looped earrings, a silver necklace wit ma initial n ma slip-ons, den went 2 yanping hse, lepek 4 a while, hmmm re-style ma hair n al.... at leas i lk mor decent den leavin it jus lidat....&lt;br /&gt;den we took da bus... saw shad's sis n his two cousin, if i not wrong, its farhanah n e smallest cousin. i mentioned her in ma blog b4, e ultra cute n shy one... shes reli very cute lo... lik her alot even tho we hardly tok... =p. den we smiled at each other, but e lil ger neva saw me, too short to c me liao... keke&lt;br /&gt;den went 2 cwp, met up wit cyn at e control station n headed 2wards town gain... i wanted 2 go queensway initially, but bcuz i hafta go orchard 2 meet up wit zihui n gang 2 take stuffs den it wld hav been a looooooong ride... so she &lt;strong&gt;warned &lt;/strong&gt;me 2 not go dere... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;al through e journey we were tokin.. den dere were sum imbeciles hu tot they owned e train, e on their mp3 in loudspeaker mode n played poker cards while blockin e entrance in e mrt. i wld hav kill em if i were their mother..&lt;br /&gt;niwae. cyn got e filas cap she wanted at taka, n den we went 2 e starbucks cafe bside e california gym 2 meet up wit zihui they al. den tok 4 awhile, wen heeren 4 awhile, wen taka 4 awhile 2 eat. found e revlon lipstick ma mum wanted 4 xmas. went 2 far east. found e watch ma sis wanted 4 xmas n got maself a rusty golden-brown crown necklace wit blings blings on it.. very pretty.. den went 2 wisma atria, bought ma bag in topshop, gonna do sumthin 2 tt bag tml.... n tts al lo.&lt;br /&gt;4 now. i stil need 2 shoes, 2 bags n mor clothes... n e anna sui volume mascara... im stil left wit a hundred bucks... but i no heart 2 use it... hati sakit...&lt;br /&gt;n i wana sel ma bags as wel. n giv away mor of ma books.... n get back ma $$&lt;br /&gt;hafta wait til e 8th 2 buy MANY accessories in bali...&lt;br /&gt;damn.. i sound so bad....&lt;br /&gt;i need a job... waitin 4 zihui they al 2 find 4 me... they volunteer emselves... n kinda acted lik edna mode... waahaha. im sick la...&lt;br /&gt;goin city square wit e family tml 2 shop sumor.. cant wait =D&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/6623088-110208005100120625?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110208005100120625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110208005100120625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110208005100120625' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110198716216765890</id><published>2004-12-02T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T19:32:42.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz. kids dese days. i so shal not comment bout it.&lt;br /&gt;niwae. its been a long tim since ive put up a tagboard n im so not gona let it go easily. so u ppl can cont fightin here 4 al i care. i shal not layan u al nimor. jus dun drag me in. thank u.&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;niwae. e area ard ma left eye had been hurtin lately.. got a bad feelin it may get swollen. n its so not a gd idea. esp wen moi bday is in lik 3 days tim n im goin bali in lik 5 days tim? i so do not wana wear ma specs or ma shades everyday u noe... *sighz*&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 11:57am reluctantly 2dae... i bathe n al. n once i got down e stairs, mum asked me 2 go 2 tasek wit her. so dere i was tired n hungry n on e way 2 tasek wit em...  n tts wen al ma rotten mood came bout. i stil aint over ma hair. &lt;strong&gt;i fucking HATE it! &lt;/strong&gt;n so, dere i was, commentin on every single thin ma mum intro 2 me, i linked every thing back 2 ma hair..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE IT!! ARRGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ala. duno la. im tkin crap. no mood 2 blog liao. thanks 2 e hairdresser. may his shop burn down one of dese days. even if no one does, i wil. fuck him. specialise in designin hair? ur fuckin head la. specialise in designin hair 4 e lians n bengs sounds mor appropriate. motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110198716216765890?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110198716216765890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110198716216765890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110198716216765890' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110197133346555059</id><published>2004-12-02T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T15:08:53.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>upload a new song in2 ma blog gain. its &lt;em&gt;spanish guitar&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;em&gt;toni bra&lt;/em&gt;x&lt;em&gt;ton&lt;/em&gt;... i jus looove tt song... so yea. n hmmm... dis is e lyrics of e previous song. i doubt dis is e 1st tim i display e lyrics of dis song. but heck ah... e lyrics rocks... n i jus fel tt i can totali relate 2 it. so yup =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't think you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That what you're doing is not so cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You think it's funny to mess with my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Don't you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You know I like you so you just tease me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You give me just enough to hang on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When you're just wasting my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're simply wasting my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So quit wasting my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do you hear me when I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So let me ask you something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do you think I'm pretty or don't you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do you wanna get with me or not and now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Or are you just wasting my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're simply wasting my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So quit wasting my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And what would you've got to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well things have got to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Say this just isn't right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't wanna have to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I think I'd better go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cause this ain't working out any more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I'm sorry, sorry, sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Understand....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That what you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Was just not so cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Baby, you’re just not that cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110197133346555059?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110197133346555059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110197133346555059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110197133346555059' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110191719349216127</id><published>2004-12-02T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T00:06:33.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*cover ma eyes*&lt;br /&gt;mayb.... puttin up a tagboard was neva a gd idea...lk at wat it had gotten things to turn out.... *sighz* bwg&lt;br /&gt;waited 3 hours b4 ma blog no longer hav prob n can blog.. wat luck... argh&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, oma came from germany 2dae...b4 tt, mum me n sis went shoppin at orchard. wore ma mickey mouse diamond studded t shirt gain wit ma 37degrees skirt gain. i lov tt shirt so much. its so unique u cant find another person wearin e same one even if its of a different colour. =)&lt;br /&gt;had salmon scramble  breakfast at coffee bean. den we browse ard wisma atria. frankly. nothin caught ma eye. e stuffs r sooo... e price r sooo... stupid. n wats worst? many ppl may b wearin e same stuffs. howeva, from dere, i bought ma &lt;em&gt;catwalk texturizing pomade&lt;/em&gt; niceness! can finali do sumthin 2 ma hair =D&lt;br /&gt;den i brought mama 2 &lt;em&gt;zara&lt;/em&gt;. hafta practicali force her inside cuz she didnt dare go in. she kept on sayin "dis kinda place, e price surely i cant afford" so i hafta drag her up e stairs by e arm n beg her 2 go in. relutantly, she did. got e shirt i wanted from dere. i wanted 2 buy another shirt n another skirt. but sadly they were outa size =s... they were real nice tho....&lt;br /&gt;den wen 2 far east, bought 2 pumps, one is white n pink, e other is silver. n bought a pink skirt. -ya.its e pink one i tried on e other day nelz! told u she wil buy one! keke- .&lt;br /&gt;i cld hav bought mor, if dad didnt called 2 sae tt we hafta go now, n we muz meet him at taka. so dere we were hurryin al e way 2 taka, in2 e car n off 2 e airport. n gues wat, we were stil 1/2 hr earlier. *rolls eyes* so while waitin 4 oma 2 arrive, we bought onion rings, chicken tender n sprite at burger king n "feast" on it oh n we did our family's hobby! we ppl watched... lolx. esp dad. he started it actuali, he was commentin on almos every1. keke. n dad was playin wit his new samsung phone. e slide one. 4got e exact name. so yup. got me jealous... *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;den oma finali arrived. she hugged us n her eyes got red. den headed back 2 orchard gain. dis time at centerpoint. they wanted 2 hav their usual "tea time" at delifrance. ate e raspberry tarts n drank orange juice n tok wit ma sis. apparently, she discovered ma relationship wit babes. lik wth. n u noe how she did tt? wel, she was searchin through ma stuffs wit mum 2 find e butterfly necklace while nelz n i were lkin 4 jobs on mon. its reli lik wtf lo. argh. im gona re-keep it.cb.&lt;br /&gt;2 person complimented ma shirt. one was e lady workin at sasa. she practicali exclaimed wen she saw ma shirt. another one was at far east... she was reli exclaimin wen she saw it. *false smile*&lt;br /&gt;k la. tts al. i wana c wat oma had bought 4 us. tata.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.i lik ain's new blog layout btw&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s.s i cant find e xmas choco calendar!! *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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arrrrrgggggggh!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;went 2 e salon 2 get a new hairstyle, i tot e person cld do it n i trusted him in handlin ma hair...  n wat do i get?!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A TYPICAL MSIAN AH LIAN HAIRSTYLE!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n if i were 2 tie ma hair... i wil lk lik&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A TYPICAL SPOREAN AH LIAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WTF!!!i got a hard tim gettin rid of ma ah lian look n u made me look mor lik a typical ah lian den b4! sumor those typical loser type tt i alwaz comment on?!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;omg. ya. e reason u claim customers cum back is mos prollie cuz al of em r ah lians. but im not! 4 fuck sake. how can i go 2 search 4 a decent job wen i dun even lk decent nimor!&lt;br /&gt;arrrrgh&lt;br /&gt;u beta thank god tt at leas mum noes how 2 do ma hair til it lks &lt;strong&gt;WAAAAAYYYYY &lt;/strong&gt;beta den u. argh...&lt;br /&gt;i cant go nothin but 2 moan n groan n complain n jus wait 4 ma hair 2 grow...&lt;br /&gt;cant even highlight ma hair now. or i wil surely lk lik an ah lian no mata how hard i try 2 do another lk...&lt;br /&gt;wtf..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110180867968815605?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110180867968815605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110180867968815605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110180867968815605' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110173565299659170</id><published>2004-11-29T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T21:40:53.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out wit nelz 2dae, we got from totali dressed up 2 totali stressed up.hehz.i dressed very casuali 2dae. was dress in ma white levis tee n jean skirt along wit ma vintage slip-ons, sum accessories n ma specs along wit ma 60s style hairdo. i lov 2 tt hairstyle =). nelz was dress in her blue shirt n her jeans skirt from topshort along wit her prom nite heels n shades.we met up at cwp, ate 7-11's mash potato n went "wow" wen we saw e initially liquid mash potato solidified. hehe. den bought straits time n start lkin 4 jobs.we finished our potato n headed 2wards orchard, we were calin 2 various companies on our entire journey. we went 2 zara wen we reached dere. saw a shirt tt we both liked. mos prollie gona buy it dis fri. den we went far east 2 window shop, walked past haagen daaz, made a pact tt we wil definitely go in 2dae. den we headed taka fd court 2 eat ma fav jap noodle, den we went heeren where we took neoprints dere, wisma atria, n den 2 haagen daaz. =) we were disappointed wit e ice creams... there were no longer ma fav caramel toppin n e fun fouge or wateva u cal tt where one can dip fruits in2 e melted choco n is acmpied by cubes of 4 different flavours of ice cream... it got us from excited 2 disappointed. e choco was toooo diluted n e cookies n cream ice cream taste weird... frankly, haagen daaz ice cream no longer taste as gd as e old times =(...den we went outram park 2 find e part time job. it sounded great 2 workinitiali, so we took it... but we end up gettin sick of it now. luckily its part time.den went toa payoh... e uncle was terrible... *sighz*nvm. im lucky i stil hav tim... mayb zihui is rite after al... lifes gona b real borin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110173565299659170?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110173565299659170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110173565299659170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110173565299659170' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110163548718154859</id><published>2004-11-28T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T17:56:18.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gona go 4 ma neighbbours weddin lata on...&lt;br /&gt;niwae. many shits hav been happenin recently. duno which is e real him. so many different "faces". dis poem is gonna says bout al tt im feelin... enuf is enuf. credit goes 2 chanel btw, written durin one of our chi lessons. so yea. its easy 2 understan. so yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wanna be free from these shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;from the world thats only yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna be free from the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;that i'm enduring on this course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna be free from this crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;from all these with you in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wanna be free from this position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;from that i do not lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna be free from everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and anything that isn't true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wanna be free from all troubles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanna be free from you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110163548718154859?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110163548718154859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110163548718154859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110163548718154859' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110157029790160347</id><published>2004-11-27T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T23:44:57.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm niwae... mama jus told me tt i wun b gettin e pics til nex tues =( hafta wait sooooooo loooooong... but in e mean tim... 3 photos taken usin frankies phone.. quite smal la... sori... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3424799923232%7Ffp45%3Dwp%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E2323699733634wp1lsi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3424799923232%7Ffp4%3Evq%3D323%3B%3E382%3E5%3A9%3EWSNRCG%3D323278%3A642723vq0mrj"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3424799923232%7Ffp47%3Dwp%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E2323699733633wp1lsi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.me.huipeng n cheeing. respectively&lt;br /&gt;so yup.. ma theme was suppose 2 b wit a hint of goth... i duno wat bcame of me tho... wahaha.. but wel at leas ma babes, e guy hu despise goth, says i lk pretty... so it was mor den enuf le lo.. keke... oh n... in e end... i was e onli one wearin hat n fishnets... n.i.c.e.... *says it sarcasticali*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110157029790160347?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110157029790160347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110157029790160347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110157029790160347' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110156686909180713</id><published>2004-11-27T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T22:47:49.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>teheeeee....&lt;br /&gt;prom was fantastically great. no regrets at al =D&lt;br /&gt;i had great fun... those hu r not interested, skip dis entry, its al bout prom onli n its gona b long =)&lt;br /&gt;went 2 lois hse at ard 12 plus, need her opinions 2 reassure everthin. yes i was stil unconfident til e very las min.her room is pretty despite e fact tt it was messy, n we keep on tokin bout e incredibles.. esp edna mode.. i brought a spec tt lk lik her. n we ended up laughin at it.&lt;br /&gt;den met up wit huipng n we went 2 e makeup artist hse. she is gd orite...&lt;br /&gt;huipeng lk lik a barbie doll.. e kawaii type... very sweet...&lt;br /&gt;cheening wore a dress 4 e very 1st tim n she lk fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;we spent a loong time on her hse but every moment was worth it, we had our fun. her sons were adorable n their laughter were contagious.&lt;br /&gt;so wel. wen we r finali done wit ourselves, cheening bro fetch us 2 orchid country club, but b4 tt, we went 2 fetch jas1st.. she was in her purple gown, very classy. n she wore sucha long gown onli bcuz she fell on e chalet n no one was dere 2 prevent her fall. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so niwae.. ladidadida.. we were jokin n laughin al e way n went we finali reached, many ppl, esp e guys, had oreadi reached despite e fact tt we tot we were early 4 it was onli 630 sumthin.&lt;br /&gt;once gain... hmm e guys lked reli... hmmm decent? haha... those hu actuali wore suit or jus long sleeve n pants lk charmin... ppl lik ziyang, alloy, gary, leong han, alvin, jason, daniel, musa, shaikh n many mor... oh n jason n daniel were sweet 4 they were e onli one hu bought flowers 4 their dates doreen n marie respectively...&lt;br /&gt;niwae... mos importantly were e gers... wow... they reli dressed up man... nina lk real elegant wen i saw her once i got outta e car... i didnt get a chance 2 take pics wit her tho... but i wil find a way 2 show it 2 u al... =) n lois lk so cute! esp wit her glitterin black top n shiny silver skirt. very glittery... very glamourous... &lt;br /&gt;den we were lik waitin at e entrance n a taxi came... wit it was sabariah, nora, musa n shaikh. nora wore PINK!! hahahha. it was a real surprise esp 2 our classmates, she HATES pink u noe... or so she claims.. wahahha.... oh wen she got outta e taxi...she lked lik those rich tai-tais... i reli did got a shock u noe... she lked elegantly pretty.. huipeng n i were so excied wen we saw her... we were lik half exclaming! haha. n sabariah wear almos exactly e way she drew on ma physics tys.. a girlsih sabariah... unexpected bah! keke...&lt;br /&gt;oh den saw fiqa... she lked STUNNING n SEXY. we were so hapi wen we saw each other.. practicali hugged n al... n yea... even tho we dun reli tok in sch... i reli reli do lik her... alwaz hav been =) naturali.. we took pics we each other... i m so gona post it once i got it back...&lt;br /&gt;den saw maisarah n her clique... woohoo... haha... sara stylo ah... haha.. she liks reli stylish n al despite e fact tt shes one of e few not wearin a skirt or a dress. reli... in fact i gues tts wat makes her al e mor stylish yea?ain saidah salina fifi lks reli chio too. =) not 2 mention cyn.. she wore pink.. as expected.. =p&lt;br /&gt;oh den cums ma "twin sis" chanel... i lov her dress too... mayb its esp due 2 e front part which is made in e corset-lkin design... i lov corset.. but i dun hav e body 4 it... keke. carina's dress was nice... tight n slightly lacey... it lks very comfortable... felt lik wearin it too.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;aiya! bascially, everyone lk real different n were al dressed up 4 e occasion. simply 2 sae, everyone was gorgeous in their very own way. n im serious... reli =)&lt;br /&gt;i tot mrs singh wld actuali dressed up tho, wit e fact tt she is alwaz sooooo full if colours... i didnt xpect her 2 dress so... erm... simple? shes wearin e thingy she wore durin racial harmony... no big surprise...&lt;br /&gt;but mrs liau on e other hand did dress up n it was great... n it was so nice of her 2 jus pop by table by table 2 tok 2 us... =)&lt;br /&gt;ok la.. enuf of e ppl.. tok bout e prom thingy... hmmm... frankly... e buffet wasnt tt nice... e sotong in e you tiao thingy was so hard half of ma fd almos went off e plate... n gav huipeng a great shock cuz she sat beside me ma.lolx...&lt;br /&gt;den take a lot of pics... but hor.. ma cam was lik low batt... of al times sia. 2 tink it was stil full batt in e mornin... stupid thingy... ppl hada hrd time snappin pics.. esp apple.. reli hard tim sia.... lolx.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm den got sum table games... alloy n leong han were pathetic!! keep on tinkin bout dirty stuffs 4 e ans.. den we al ended up laughin n tokin bout it.. wel... everyone on e table were from 1/10'01 n 2/10'02 xcept huipeng.. so we were lik kinda back 2getha gain on tt nite... =D e ppl on ma table were jas, huipeng, cheening, liying, gab, yuwei, alloy, leonghan, jackson n me lo... so 2 those hu noe at leas e guys... u noe wat jokers they were.. =)&lt;br /&gt;oh.. den prom king n queen.. were alloy n fifi!!! woohoo!!! hahaha... but we were quite bad la.. cuz we were laughin even wen alloy was shortlisted 4 prom king... at leas ma table la... hahaha.... fifi was elegant n al... u noe, e purfect prom queen? reli! go 2 maisarah blog! they r dere!! (but hor, i dun lk gd in e pic wit sara. wasted.hehe) &lt;br /&gt;haha... jus take very huge notice on her yea?! chanel n i were lik "i bet its gona b either fifi or fiqa" n we were lik discussin... lolx...&lt;br /&gt;oh den e bes part was.. DANCIN!!! i had sooooo much fun..... hahaha.. danced almos one hour straight in a 7cm heels... haha it was great!!! WOOHOO!! at 1st i dance wit chanel, angela, carina they al cuz huipeng dun dare 2 dance.. n it was kinda pathetic at 1st cuz not many ppl dared 2 dance so e dance floor was lik very empty... but slowly slowly.. mor ppl joined in... e onli down part is e guys from 52 were lik pushin n steppin on e balloons.. kinda spoiled e dance floor initially... but yea... nelz n gang n i were lik jus dancin n shakin n al e dance moves... den danced wit fiqa 4 awhile... den her bf snatch her away... i danced wit huipeng they al,whilst liang jin carried jasmine n cun put her down properly... keke... dance wit clara they al... den wit nora.. we did e sex dance from time 2 tim... it was fun ah... den huipeng indirectly became ma pole... lolx den dance wit fiqa again in e middle of e dancefloor... oh n e song was "dancin dancin" by destiny child... nice song 2 dance 2 den e bf snatch her away again! argh! lolx... but den priya dance wit me n nora too... hehe.. it was so cute wen they pulled miss haslinda n miss nora in2 e dance floor... miss nora was so cute... she pretended 2 b very scared 2 b dragged in2 e middle n they ran away wen no one noticed... haha.. oh den they played e bes song... "lady marmalade" wow one can totali go wild n sexy on tt song... i danced wit fiqa again on tt song... we went dooooown durin certain parts on e chorus.. at leas her bf was nice enuf 2 let us finish tt song.. haha... but sum ppl lik 2 cum between us... hafta push em away lo... oh n e slow dance was soo fun.. couples were dancin 2 it... n even those hu r jus ordinary frenz slow dance 2 it... very romantic... but sarbariah n i kinda spoilt it... keke. we tried 2 separate noa n shaikh. went we failed... we jus waltz our way through couples n laughin out loud... everyone was in too much of a gd mood 2 kill us... &lt;br /&gt;so yup... n wit e slow dance... it ended e prom... everyone hugged each other gdbye n al... many ppl teared... i made huipeng leav as fas as i cld 4 i noe if we were 2 stay longer we wil b tearin as wel...&lt;br /&gt;mamasan keep on kacauin me n was disappointed 2 noe dere was actuali a dance... was lik... "walau. wasted sia.if i noe i go sia" hahaaha. wen i beg u 2 go, u dun wan.. no regret le lo... &lt;br /&gt;so hmm den sonia n leyu wana meet me... so was lik in e mrt wit ma prom dress n everyone was starin... so embarrasin! hafta tilt ma hat slightly lower 2 avoid e stares. oh den dere was one part where after i left ma stuffs at sonia hse den wana go down wit em 2 meet up babes... dere were lik 3 ppl tokin whilst walkin 2wards us.. n they kept quiet immediately wen we walked pas em.. felt totali awkward sia... &lt;br /&gt;den leyu saw him... den help me cal out 2 him.. den i hafta hide behind her cuz i duno his reaction... he was sarcastic ah!! he said "wow. u suddenly bcum quite tall oreadi ah" den he keep on beatin e tip of ma hat. bully me sia =( so sonia n leyu went inside 1st.. babes n i tok from 1 sumtin til 2 sumtin.. he was sweet... he kept on huggin me tho i was stil angry wit him over wat happened 4 e pas few days den he kept on apologisin n sounded lik a lil boy... cute. keke. 1/3 of e tim was spent on apologisin 2 me... another 1/3 was spent on tokin bout ma prom whilst e las 1/3 was spent on tokin bout him n us. oh den he offered 2 carry me cuz durin e conv i mentioned 2 him tt ma leg hurts lik fuck... so yup... he offered 2 piggy back me bck 2 sonia hse... initially i didnt wan it.. den he said "u noe i dun often offer 2 carry u one noe... now i offer, u dun wan", so after sum tots i agreed n he piggy back me.. hehe. kissed both sides of each other cheeks gd nite den kiss btw e "bars" of sonia hse - cuz i lock e door liao.n i didnt wana open it.haha- gdnite n he kissed ma hand too... =D den he keep on sayin bye until e doors of e elevator close. i didnt dare sae it cuz i didnt wana disturb nione so i jus stuck ma hand out n wave gdbye til e doors closed. oh den bathe n al... den sonia leyu n i create a blog 4 leyu. n den we tok til 4 sumtin b4 we finali slp. n wit it... it ended e whole of ma prom...&lt;br /&gt;it was so totali worth it esp 4 even tho mos of us r jus hi-bye fren in sch, it bonded us 4 one nite, a memory tt is worth 2 remember 4 a lifetime. im not exaggeratin. im serious. if u hav a chance, dun eva miss ur prom, u neva noe how much ur gona lose it... trust me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110156686909180713?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110156686909180713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110156686909180713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110156686909180713' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110138740854512320</id><published>2004-11-25T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T20:56:48.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.starhub.com/idol/images/semifinalists/jeassea.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. blog hoppin ard lately n wel many ppl r tokin bout whether they r either supportin taufik or sly. even 2 a certain extent of quarrelin... wow strong fan base each idol hav yea? hehz... im goin neutral. each hav their own talents n weakness in their certain ways. but. i wana sae real honestly, even tho im a msian, its dis woman up dere tt i reli support. tts e mos honest thin i can sae... wel too bad if no ones agree wit me 4 i blif each person hav their own pnt of view, their own choices, their own "spore idol". i choose her. e 1st tim i saw her.. i was lik.. dis is e one. she may b married n al those minor stuffs... but i lov her powerful voice... n her style. e independent woman wit reali ger power tt kinda. if u get wat i mean... so ya. i was shock wen she got eliminated. even if she aint tt gd... it was kinda lik.. toooooo soooooon. u noe...&lt;br /&gt;another one was dis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.starhub.com/idol/images/semifinalists/nurhasanah.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lik her voice at leas... it was kinda a pity i didnt get 2 hear mor of it 2 rel judge her u noe? heh. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;beta stop here b4 e anti-alene club starts e insults. heh. wateva~ &lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110138740854512320?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110138740854512320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110138740854512320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110138740854512320' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110138335631070271</id><published>2004-11-25T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T19:49:16.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jus got da manicure done. aint entirely satisfid wit it.. y muz she add e orange colour wen i wasnt noticin?!! its lik e design lk kinda lik e christian dior flower at 1st which was real pretty.. den she add orange... now it lks lik sum india women. wtf.wateva ah. wats done cant b undone. i wun go dere nimor.&lt;br /&gt;im stil not done gettin totali ready 4 tml... gona start packin... stil not sure hu im gona hang out wit after prom. lolx. im definitely not goin hme.&lt;br /&gt;tml is da big day... aww~ cant wait... =D &lt;br /&gt;k la. im gona start preparin now. ciaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110138335631070271?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110138335631070271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110138335631070271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110138335631070271' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110129581571282268</id><published>2004-11-24T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T19:31:22.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/34244%3C6323232%7Ffp47%3Dwp%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E2323696%3C%3B7634wp1lsi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duno how she does it, but lkin at her alwaz makes ma laugh.. shes cute orite... she makes me hapi. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;suppose 2 go do ma hair 2dae. but xinyu cun make it... so i didnt go. ended up helpin mum 2 mop e floor. oma is cumin on e 01122004 u c... n she wans things 2 b purrrfect. so wel... at leas it settled e conflict between me n mum... it las 4 onli 2 daes... unlik e other tim.. lasted for weeks. plus cuttin off ma allowance... haiz.&lt;br /&gt;frankly. i reli hav nothin 2 sae 4 now. everythin is lik so wel planned n ready.. xcept e fact tt i stil do not have enuf accessories 4 ma wrist... 5 bracelets seems lil 2 me... 4 e theme at leas... sighz...n mum is stil not done wit e hat... i stil do not noe if wearin e hat is a gd idea... i may lk totali lik e odd one out. damn it. i hate feein unconfident of maself. aint a nice feelin at al. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;im done wit e bks. not wit e notes. kinda too untidy... need 2 arrange it... i tink im kinda turnin in2 a neat freak thanx 2 ma mum...&lt;br /&gt;niwae. had a conv wit zihui yesterdae. long tim since we've tok... it was fun... at leas i got a promise tt im confident it wil b fufilled. i trust tt person totali. neva once betrayed ma trust. even mor honest den im actuali. =) cant wait 2 go out gain... faster finish ur exam n cum bac from kl k? im stil waitin 4 u 2 take ur drivin lessons... so we can go spinnin ard town.. n u can bring me 2 kl yea? *winks*&lt;br /&gt;k la. tats al 4 2dae... &lt;br /&gt;p.s... edna e mode rocks... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/34244%3C6323232%7Ffp4%3Evq%3D323%3B%3E382%3E5%3A9%3EWSNRCG%3D3232787%3B%3C6724vq0mrj"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110129581571282268?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110129581571282268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110129581571282268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110129581571282268' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110119374183410376</id><published>2004-11-23T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T15:13:06.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o wels... didnt update cuz kinda bz dese days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shoppin wit mum n sis... &lt;em&gt;finali &lt;/em&gt;bought a mickey mouse t shirt&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;oh n its lik 1/2 e price compared 2 e other shirt we saw at city square n much much mor prettier n unique... fel in lov wit it at 1st sight... =) oh den bought a black butterfly necklace... e black aint those shiny kinda tho... if u get wat i mean... n i bought drop earrings wit e design of cats!... super chio... abit lik e cat in e moon i alwaz draw... jus tt dere is no moon =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;saturday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleaned up ma bedroom and studyroom. ultra neat now... not a singe thingy outa place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sunday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothin special... finali watch&lt;em&gt; e incredibles&lt;/em&gt; n got ma manicure appointment done&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; itwil b on 25112004 right b4 prom=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;monday &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o level finali finish&lt;/strong&gt;!! wat a relief!! went prom shoppin wit xinyu gain. dis tim is she buy n i giv suggestions =) went 2 &lt;em&gt;jean yip &lt;/em&gt;2 shape our eyebrows, she had bought her accessories 4 her prom.... i stil haven found accessories 4 ma wrist den ladidadida.. shop shop den go hme lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tuesday &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not goin niwhere 2dae. kinda tired.. waitin 4 xinyu 2 cum over ma hse lata on after she finali finish her os...&lt;br /&gt;in e mean tim... nina did dis 4 e ppl of 410'04.. ultra sweet... take a lk at it...n enjoy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boomspeed.com/neurotic_n/splashone.jpg "&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/34243%3C5523232%7Ffp3%3B%3Dwp%3E232%3C%3D473%3D69%3A%3DXROQDF%3E232369668%3C%3B%3A4wp1lsi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110119374183410376?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110119374183410376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110119374183410376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110119374183410376' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110070076554946364</id><published>2004-11-18T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T22:57:11.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wednesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.sum ppl seems 2 b tryin very hard gettin in2 other ppl's gd shoes... heh..it wil neva happen la sayang. its al so fake... heh.&lt;br /&gt;ok.dis mornin i spent a loooong tim wit maself b4 reachin under huipeng's block.it was worth it.niwae. her cat missin le... sad sia.=( oh den we wait 4 nora in cwp... 4 once she wasnt late!!! yea!! haha.so we had lunc, took neoprints den wen 2 babes hse 2 get al ma stuffs. he wen 2 work liao so his dad let me in instead. his dad very friendly. ask nora n huipeng inside den tok wit us 4 awhile, den treat us sum cookies n biscuits tt his mum made. nice. =) i love e chocolate chip cookies e mos... i alwaz eat it wen i go dere... las tim i ate til it was left wit only a few... cun help it esp wen im hungry n e food is ma fave.=p&lt;br /&gt;so ya lo.go sch.show chanel e dress. she told me sumthin tt got me shocked... altho ma prom dress was brought whilst hers is custom made... its &lt;strong&gt;almos &lt;/strong&gt;e same design n e colour is only different a teeny weeny bit onli not 2 mention tt e length is e same! n e ironic thin was... we neva once told each other bout our prom dress at al... b it e details, e colour or e design... we didnt had e chance 2 tel each other bout it yet in e end we got it almos damn similar.. tok bout sistas huh.&lt;br /&gt;but i cun decided on e shoes. she asked me wat i was tinkin of... i replied "boots".&lt;br /&gt;silence.&lt;br /&gt;she oso wanted 2 wear boots... teehee. we were stunned dere n den. keke. wel so i decide on heels... its not confirm if shes stil gona wear tt dress cuz its stil not purfectly done yet. niwaez.. if on tt day she reli wore it... i gues in a way, it may b good 4 us as we r gona share a blog after prom... =)&lt;br /&gt;2daes f&amp;n paper was kinda disastrous. i finished a 2hr paper in almos les den an hour n it was done jus by usin common sense. in case of u ppl hu lk down on f&amp;amp;n.wel.its not as easy as it seems. e other term 4 it is "food science" n even tho common sense is needed in dis subject. a lil of bio n chem is needed 2. not 2 4get e other scientific stuffs bout food too. altho i onli need 41/100 2 get at leas c6... i doubt i wil get it... =(&lt;br /&gt;so niwae. after tt. met up wt xinyu 2 pas her ma stuffs n vic versa b4 headin 4 separate ways... n i was dead damn late, cuz i left ma hp wit her n hafta go n find her 2 take it gain... so i kinda missed ma bus, hafta took another bus, n wats worst was tt i 4get 2 thank e uncle after tt. i fel so bad wen i realize bout it... i may b rude in sum way... but i do learn m basic manners damn wel... fel so bad sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thursday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im soooo dead damn tired n ma feet aches lik fuck...went 4 prom shoppin 2dae... fun! =) dress quite simply. a black shirt wit sum blings blings,e skirt tt lk lik e woodgrove sec tt kind? i seriously 4get wat its called liao n white slippers a.k.a heels. -e one i wore durin racial harmony day- niwae. hmmm. met xinyu n busmates at ard 9am.. had breakfast at 368 or sum coffee shop tt was available dere... den we went 2 cwp n discuss our plan 4 2dae b4 partin.whilst xinyu decided 2 acmpy me 2 shop 4 those stuffs, e rest decided 2 stay in cwp 2 play arcade... so k... we finali left cwp at 11 sumthin.. 1st stop was orchard... went 2 wisma atria 2 lk at e shoes.. saw one tt kinda fits e theme i wanted at charles n keith but i dun wana regret lata on so we decided 2 shop ard elsewhere. so we go far east which was lik "totali dun fit e theme i wanted" so we decided 2 jus head 2wards city hall n go 2 e peninsula plaza instead.so yup. on e way out.. saw regina,weiting,felicia n aisyah(sp?). quite shock 2 c em ah.. lik sucha coincidence... =)so ya. we reach peninsula... decided 2 take a lk ard n i bought almos al e stuffs i needed at dere.. teehee. (i gues its kinda obvious wat im lik goin 4 yea?) but dere r many themes 2 choose from... so yup. =p bought stuffs from 3 different shops... didnt reli buy tt much 2 begin wit. e 1st one, wel.. e indian aunty was lik kinda demandin. e aunty in e 2nd shop was so much beta... she was very very friendly.. n through her, i got 2 noe mor stuffs which was lik kinda cool. i neva noe tt much info until i met her =) e 3rd shop was from an uncle tt keep on jokingy askin us 2 treat him drink. b4 headin back, we went 2 a very special shop... a place i went wit nina, ain n kaili b4 n we were al dress in black... =)den we wen back 2 far east, bought sumthin else i needed at dere which was lik out of stock at peninsula plaza. den head 2wards taka 2 eat our lunch at ard 330 sumtin.oh n along e way, we saw miss heasley and miss haslinda commentin outside e op shop at wisma atria.i kinda pull xinyu away n walk very quickly.not tt im rude. but i reli duno how 2 react...niwae... hmm... mayb u al may tink u al noe wat im gona b dressed lik n mayb u can imagine it now... but welz... im not totali in tt theme so im gona do sum changes here n dere... 2 make it slightly not so common esp wit e help of ma mum, e seamtress. so yup. i wun lk very very common. keke.den i smsed chanel, tok her e theme n e style. she said its nice which was a relief 2 me 4 i trust her taste. n she told me bout her theme. n it was al so totali cool. similar coloured dress wit 2 different themes by almos similar sistas.it rocks.=)den decided 2 head 2wards yishun n c him since he also ask 2 meet. so ya. after so much conflicts n hatred 4 e pas few days.it was settled in les den 20mins. not totali settled la. but definitely way beta den yesterdae or any other days b4 tt.den went back 2 cwp gain 2 meet em up den head 2wards custom. we joked quite alot while waitin 4 e bus n took sum pics too. oh. n by den. i start 2 fear tt ma parents cant accept nithin i bought other den e dress cuz e thin is, i neva once shop wit em 4 dese kinda stuffs b4 cuz they aint in2 it.. sooooo....i reached hme... shouted hi at ma mum once i reached inside e hse. showed her e almos full dress code. at first i dun dare 2 hide one of e things i was wearin from her, but she actuali encouraged me 2 wear n she said it was nice. totali unexpected esp since they wanted elegance. but wel... she said i lk nice... which got me shocked 4 its so unlik her... n wat shocked me even mor was tt even ma dad said it was nice! me in those stuffs? mum alwaz sae he wil scold her lik fuck if i wear those stuffs but he actuali complimented me? even mum was shocked! hhahah. onli 2 persons cant accept it. one is babes. e other is ma sis... they both lik hav e same taste one lo... they lik e same stuffs n al... *roll eyes* hahahaha. k la. tts al 4 2dae. i need 2 soak ma feet in warm water or i wun b able 2 slp 2nite. so yup. tata =)&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/6623088-110070076554946364?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110070076554946364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110070076554946364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110070076554946364' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110086381228696897</id><published>2004-11-18T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T20:37:54.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once gain, i change e song 4 ma blog. its &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;em&gt;j.lo&lt;/em&gt;. hmmm, wen i 1st hear dis song durin one of our modern dance practice which we were doin stretchins, i fell in lov wit dis song so much tt i bought e album rite after dance practice. so, dis is jus how much i love dis song. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have dreams about the way we used to kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;About the way you used to hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And say nothin would ever harm me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When we first met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh how you charmed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Made me smile when I was down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Big pimpin around the town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Whenever they’d see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Theyd see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A lover and a friend to me you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How did it end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To not have you in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I wont even be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You never know what you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Till its gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Treated you wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now youre gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But the love still lives here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Still...I still got love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Still...After what we been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Still...I gave my heart to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And baby you’re the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Theres other men then you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Still...They cant come close to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Still..Once I said I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I knew youd be the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A good man you were to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Always there to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Would do anything in this world for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Didnt matter, what, when, or where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You were there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I never thought wed part from the arguments wed start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I just wanted to get some attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And Im sorry baby for bitchin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If I could take back the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That I said to make you leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Id be down on bended knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Asking you to please forgive me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You never know what you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Till its gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Treated you wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now youre gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But the love still lives here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Still...I still got love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Still...After what we been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Still...I gave my heart to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And baby youre the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Theres other men then you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Still...They cant come close to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Still..Once I said I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I knew youd be the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All of the good times we had together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do they mean somethin to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do you ever wish we never split&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Still got love for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Theres other men like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Still...They cant come close to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Still..Once I said I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I knew youd be the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110086381228696897?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110086381228696897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110086381228696897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110086381228696897' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110061688393250271</id><published>2004-11-16T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T22:54:43.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eva miss bein treated lik a lil ger?wel.i do.n im lucky tt even tho i aint born 2 b blessed 2 hv many true frenz.at leas it was made up wit e pamperin by ppl hu loves me.n 2 me.its mor den enuf.=)&lt;br /&gt;jus now mummy was tokin on e phone wit her fren n i was quite bored cuz i cun use e comp den.so i sat on her lap n started messing around wit e items on e table.den she started sayang-in ma back n massagin it.totally SWEET!teehee.its been a long tim since she does tt, everytim i kacau her or nitin she wil jus kinda shove me away n ask me not 2 kacau.but jus now was reli sweet. n 4 once ma sis neva jealous sia!! kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;niwae.2dae's paper made me smile.i onli focus on Nazi n browse through China... nazi came out.it was mor den enuf luck 4 we were told 2 focus on 3 not 1.so dere i was tellin mummy how lucky i was tt e paper alwaz came out e way i spotted it 2 b.n she told me tt she prayed every mornin 4 me 2 b able 2 do e paper.n i was touched.here i m cant even b bothered 2 study or even pray 4 luck n dere she was doin tt &lt;strong&gt;every.single.day. &lt;/strong&gt;al jus in e hope i wil b able 2 do wel.i wil surely fel damn guilty if i let her down.4 yea,i m reli touched by e way she cared 4 me.she even started brewin herbal soups and made fruit juice 4 me al jus so tt i wil lk gd enuf 4 prom w/o a sudden pimple breakout?n no.im not boastin.dis &lt;strong&gt;is &lt;/strong&gt;ma mum. e woman hu tels me im ugly but thus tries 2 make me lk presentable. =)&lt;br /&gt;oh.n dis mornin.i went 2 meet up wit huipeng 2 c her cat. e cat's pinky nose is sooo cute!but.i stil prefers a black cat.its evil.wahahah.den we wait 4 cheening 2 take calculator...den we wait 4 nora 4 mor den 20mins.... -_-". thus case me 2 waste $1.30 on e "bu shuang" drink n thus made me almos had a slight tummy upset 4 i cant drink milk products in e mornin... it acts mor lik a laxative 4 me....so yup... wait lo... wen she &lt;strong&gt;finali &lt;/strong&gt;arrive, we made her pay half of cavana's food. lolx.hari raya ma. so surely got money ma. so muz treat us lo. keke. den in e mrt she made me laugh damn loud ppl were starin.embarrassin sia. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;after e paper.had tonsa toks n laughter on e way 2 cwp.return lexine her wallet in marsilin mrt station.n cuz of sumone.ma hp cover is spoilt.it dropped on e floor n broke in2 half.now.i hav &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; cover 4 ma phone at al.how bloody pathetic is tt. al u can c is e keypad, e batt n e phone itself. i was so majorly pissed i flared at tt sumone. n wat did e sumone sae 2 e frenz? im crazy. ha. how &lt;strong&gt;nice &lt;/strong&gt;of u yea?freakin pissed.totali spoil ma mood dere n den.im jus lucky i got ma family 2 sayang me n ma frenz 2 flood ma inbox altho smsin hd neva been so difficult now.but stil.&lt;br /&gt;im p.i.s.s.e.d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110061688393250271?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110061688393250271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110061688393250271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110061688393250271' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110052820890840415</id><published>2004-11-15T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T22:16:48.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is to whoever feel that they deserve this. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hurting&lt;br /&gt;and it's so sad that you know why&lt;br /&gt;you caused this pain, so deep inside&lt;br /&gt;and from that pain, I want to fly&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that you stole from me&lt;br /&gt;the depth of the pain, makes it hard to breath&lt;br /&gt;you took my innocence in love&lt;br /&gt;and in it's place you left a choking glove&lt;br /&gt;The truth of you, is duplicity coupled with deceit&lt;br /&gt;that is why you,betrayer, my renewed heart will never meet.&lt;br /&gt;With a winsome smile and cavalier attitude&lt;br /&gt;you were the one I once held in my gratitude&lt;br /&gt;A relation so deep and so secure&lt;br /&gt;all gone now with a slam of the door&lt;br /&gt;Betrayer!&lt;br /&gt;That is what I see every single time you walk near me&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, I loathe you, I wish all things bad upon you&lt;br /&gt;May the birds of Paradise flock to you&lt;br /&gt;and may you always be drawn to their exotic scent&lt;br /&gt;may they fly up your nostrils&lt;br /&gt;and began a rapid descent&lt;br /&gt;May you forever know nothing but pain&lt;br /&gt;may true love, you never gain&lt;br /&gt;may you always soak in cancerous lint&lt;br /&gt;and every animal give you the one-eyed danger glint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110052820890840415?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110052820890840415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110052820890840415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110052820890840415' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110043965374507505</id><published>2004-11-14T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T21:40:53.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eminem's songs alwaz bring me back 2 ma sec 2 after june hols memories.sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110043965374507505?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110043965374507505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110043965374507505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110043965374507505' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110041653974523045</id><published>2004-11-14T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T15:16:21.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;8 more days to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all play and no work. total relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 more days to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prom nite '04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 more days to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi 16th b'day. (finaliiiii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 more days to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bali again. lolx. and our 23rd monthsary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.pretty interesting.stil got 2 dates wit sonia n 1 date wit ruifeng and another wit xinyu too but not confirm when yet.cheez.e days r finali nearin.&lt;strong&gt;cant wait 2 partyyyyyyyyy.=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110041653974523045?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110041653974523045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110041653974523045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110041653974523045' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110032795710533608</id><published>2004-11-13T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T14:47:15.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sumtimz.i do so wish 2 tel e truth 2 everyone.al those lowdown stuffs ive heard while tokin wit ma classmates.so as 2 humiliate those imbeciles so much, he/she wil wish tt he/she was neva born. tt he/she wil take every single word tt he/she had said. i reli reli reli reli reli wish 2 do tt. but i cant.4 it wil show tt im no difference from those lowly creatures&lt;strong&gt; AND&lt;/strong&gt; wil bring many trouble 2 ma dearest classmates. argh. if only i have e balls 2 not giv a single shit bout anyones feelin, b brave enuf 2 not care bout e consequences. e truth wil b out 4 sure. if onli tt is. 4 now. i wil jus smirk at him/her wit ppl hu noes wat its al bout.even tho its done so very insignificantly, nonetheless, revenge is &lt;strong&gt;sweet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110032795710533608?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110032795710533608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110032795710533608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110032795710533608' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110027293412937672</id><published>2004-11-12T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T23:22:14.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>teehee.&lt;br /&gt;do turn up e volume of ur speaker. jay chou's - zhang zhen zi sang. one of ma fave songs. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110027293412937672?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110027293412937672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110027293412937672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110027293412937672' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110026261649788989</id><published>2004-11-12T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T20:30:16.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>naturally i didnt study at all 2dae. went to city square and holiday plaza. in city square, we had lunch at seasons and ten we started shoppin. went to ting ru's shop.. ma say she's pretty. heh. they both didnt recognized each other despite e fact tt she n lisa eent 2 ma hse durin sec 2 to study n we end up having a pillow aka cat fight (which is pure fun.no hatred) while lisa jus cont playin e piano lik we dun exist.. hehe. those times... awww~ niwae. den we jus window shopped ard 4 nothin caught ma eye. den... went e crossover n saw amanda!!! heheh. she practically shouted wen she saw me... almos everyone was lkin at us sia.but welz.so damn hapi 2 c her lo. long tim neva c or tok 2 her liao.. miss her. =) she keep on sayin ma sis taller den me... bad sia. keke. den showed mama e shoe. it lked reli sleek n al but wen one wears it. its lik a typical ah lian shoe. not as glamourous as i tot it wld b... den we went 2 c e mickey mouse shirt. it cost rm99. so unworthy4 value 4 such simple shirt. so even tho mama allowed me 2 buy. i didnt wan 2. e price is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;den, we went 2 holiday plaza 2 lk at shoes. sis got e one she wans while i custom-made a pair of boots.hafta wait 4 sum tim b4 i can hav it.&lt;br /&gt;den in e car had a short arguement wit mama and ended up wit an agreement tt she's gona fork out 100bucks 4 ma prom w/o cuttin in2 ma bday prezie. so yup. tts e end 4 2dae. tata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110026261649788989?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110026261649788989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110026261649788989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110026261649788989' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110017462879856301</id><published>2004-11-11T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T00:02:46.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suppose 2 study 2dae. ended up bein glued 2 e television e whole day. n i miss e jay chou show! argh. mum n dad were watchin it in their room n nobody bothered 2 wake me up.... =s ended up waking at twelve and by tat tim, almos al e gd shows had ended.&lt;br /&gt;our neighbour jus gav us sum indian treats. sweet ah? they giv us lil treats every yr. n vice versa of course. theres gona b tonsa fireworks 2nite. even now there is oreadi sum.. e nite is gona b beautiful. =)&lt;br /&gt;mama wana bring me 2 city square tml 2 do a lil shoppin. how m i gona b able 2 study... 2 china 1 german... n if possible 1 russia too....i hate china history.they are like nonsensical.*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.slyvester may not be able to sing or pronounce english songs properly.but tt jay chou version was nice.jay rocks. hehe&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/6623088-110017462879856301?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110017462879856301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110017462879856301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110017462879856301' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110009150289088133</id><published>2004-11-10T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T21:24:29.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank goodness I went to find mrs chua yesterday for she almost all the topics that she spotted on came out. 8Eb in section b was pretty interesting. I wrote totally out of syllabus, those that I wrote was found in magazines instead of textbook… I hope they will be kind enough to give me the marks for after all I was stating the facts… *shrugs* I just hope I will be like Sonia, pass biology in the end =)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was damn pissed at a certain someone today. The person knows it him/herself. Spoil my mood for my biology mcq. Wth. I’m so pissed man.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I dare say that some day, heidi is sure gona make me tripped and fall. Why? ‘coz she jus looooves to sit under my chair during dinner and when I have finished my dinner and am ready to put my plate in the kitchen, she will suddenly walk between my legs, and being such a small creature she is, how am I able to notice her totally? Just like just now. I almost tripped sia. In the end I hurt my right arm. Argh…&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I’m going to be free for the next five days. One day study one topic of history, just enough time to make it. F&amp;amp;n…. erm, I really don’t know man. All I know is that I need 41/100 to at least pass. I guess I can make it…I sound pathetic. Don’t I?&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And babes were sweet for yesterday when i put lil moo-moo-cow into his bag when he was off to work, i told him i put her inside so that he can see her and then miss me. Today, he brought lil moo-moo-cow gain. So cute, now whenever he walks around with that bag, you can hear twinkling sounds made by her. Teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110009150289088133?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110009150289088133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110009150289088133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110009150289088133' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110001021677554985</id><published>2004-11-09T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T22:23:36.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I MISS WEARING BRACES! *WAILS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I guess that i most prollie sound crazy now. but reli. i do miss wearin em... they were.. fun? in a way ya.. esp wen it comes to choosin e colours... awww~ i kinda miss ma lower sec life too... esp in sec one.. it was pure fun. i played throughout e whole yr. ya. all play n no work. it was a miracle i didnt retain at e rate i was goin altho dis is where it indirectly lead me to... a lazy ass. but wel. tt tim i alwaz go orchard wit slynn cuz hers is at e paragon while mine is at mount elizabeth. so we alwaz go 2getha n sumtimz we wil bring other frenz along too. n it was fun ah. i miss e dentist altho ive been dere lik jus two months ago? hmmm... after ma exam must go again... e swell aint reli gone yet.. seems serious... jus very very lucky tt it aint as obvious as e other tim... so embarrassin sia!! den nora keep on laughin at me... hmmph. i jus hope tt dad wil b reminded 2 giv me money to remove the stains caused by e braces too. braces straightened ma teeth but at e same tim it stained ma teeth yellow... pros n cons of braces. hmmm.  k la.. i muz &lt;em&gt;pia&lt;/em&gt; biology now.. nitez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110001021677554985?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110001021677554985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110001021677554985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110001021677554985' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-110000428837089254</id><published>2004-11-09T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T20:44:48.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today’s paper was alright for I had studied for most of them…except for the last few chapters which hank god only one question from those chapters came out. Hilmy aimed for 5 marks. I aimed for at least a pass. Big difference. Lolx. And well, I was lucky to be slightly clever enough to do my last minute revision through my chemistry tys, for alkene decoloursies bromine not alkane. Siddiq got it wrong because he thinks too much and he was too careful. Thus, I conclude that being simple minded is a bliss. =) But I was stupid enough to forget that margarine is unsaturated despite being an f&amp;n student too. Wth…&lt;br /&gt;Oh and after the chemistry paper, Nora and I went to find Mrs. Elaine Chua. Although she was busy for she has work to do and deadlines to meet, she was kind enough to spend more than an hour giving us last minutes revision and spotted topics for us. After that session with her, I realized I had wasted my two whole years for nothing. If only I had been diligent enough to look for her for help much earlier, maybe biology will have been one of my stronger subjects. Why? Well let me tell you why. Apparently, my biology teacher can’t teach. It’s not about me being bias against her or that her lessons makes me sleepy. It’s basically everything! Its as though she don’t even know what is needed in our syllabus and what’s not. So there she goes telling us how &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; is important and all those shits, WHEN, only half of each chapter is required. Wth. Do you know that in total, we only need one single page to learn about animal receptor organs and four steps is more than sufficient to describe how air goes in and out of our heart? FOUR STEPS! NOT THE WHOLE DAMN CHUNK. So yea. Only today then I realize that biology is so damn freaking easy to score, as compared to what I &lt;strong&gt;thought&lt;/strong&gt; ought to be studied which seemed like &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt;, its actually a little, even much more less than the notes she made us copied… haiz. Wasted sia. I was already in the verge to give up biology only to know this… want to blame also has to blame myself though. Oh wells. At least tomorrow is an afternoon paper, still got time to study? *shrugs*Kkz. Enough about the o’s. Today was pretty usual. Ate cup noodles with the busmates at 7-11 this morning before we all went on our separate ways. Reach school. Had a very last last minute revision with Eng Xuan. Then exam, then the biology thing. Then, I met up with babes. Cleaned up his wardrobe while waiting for him to bath. Then we went to watch &lt;em&gt;shark tale&lt;/em&gt;. So damn freaking cute. Awww~ I wana watch it again. Then after that we went to take neoprints.. teehee. His hair turned out kinda messy. Then acmpy him to his work place before I went to find daddy. Had a "miscommunication" with him and i ended up waitnig half an hour more. so yup. thats all for today. sorry to end quite abrutly. tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-110000428837089254?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110000428837089254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/110000428837089254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110000428837089254' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109991940043974980</id><published>2004-11-08T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T21:10:00.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh 4get 2 add sumor things...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. babes mummy wan me 2 clean his wardrobe cuz she liks e way i tidy it up... its sucha nice compliment.. hehe=)&lt;br /&gt;hmm n i wana complain sia... so much of ma item is gettin spoilt... first ma socks.. holes tt were neva seen suddenly appeared... hafta throw em... luckily no mor sch liao.. den... mum spoil ma other sch skirt!! she accidenally bleached it... now, e skirt is in spots of blue.. luckily no more sch liao..but dis means im onli left wit one skirt 2 las 4 ma 5 other exams n 2 recieve ma results nex yr...=s.she alwaz tries 2 b nice by sumtimz she end up spoilin it... lik ma 3 other bras 2 years bck... hehe.but at e same tim, she is reli sweet.. she bought e cd tt i said i wanted 2 sav up 2 buy.. sweet =)&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i wana buy tt mickey mouse shirt i saw in city square e other tim... babes sae i wil lk lik a kid if i wear it... but i stil wan it nonetheles cuz its pretty n they r blings blings on it =)reminds me tt i jus bought e christian dior necklace... its pretty =) i wanted 2 buy another one, not christian dior.. but it has a crown as a design, lik christian dior, it has even mor blings blings in it.. jus tt it was a lil too ex 4 me =( hafta save up gain i gues... i lov blings blings =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s daddys homemade rum raisin ice cream &lt;strong&gt;rocks &lt;/strong&gt;totali!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s.s sonia if ur readin dis... ur e sweetest fren *muackz* ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109991940043974980?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109991940043974980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109991940043974980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109991940043974980' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109991310099928168</id><published>2004-11-08T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T19:25:01.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mummy and babes are sure gona reprimand and  nag at me if they were 2 noe i spent $9 jus on one hairclip jus now. heh.even i kinda regret it now. not alot la. jus a teeny weeny bit 4 spendin so much on sucha lil thingy.hehe.*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;ma hope 4 getin a1 4 maths had suddenly disappear. lik wat alvin said dis mornin. i need a miracle. keke. ma only hope is humanities now. im hopeless! wateva~. i had a headache after e  maths paper. use oo much 'brains'. ha. wth.&lt;br /&gt;niwae.2dae den i noe hilmy is javanese. hehe not sure if im allowed 2 said it. &lt;strike&gt;he act cute in his ic sia.lolx&lt;/strike&gt;e guys ard ma table jus cant blif i &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; and i &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; play &lt;em&gt;warcraft&lt;/em&gt;.haha.wait til ma o's finish, den i'll challenge em n ma busmates. =p.n they were so bad sia. they laughed n pointed at me wen andy wong said tt e chairman of class 410,51 n 52 were 2 meet miss nora afterwards. how sarcastic ah. nvm. ur prom invitation card is wit me niwae. if i neva giv u, u oso canot go..... ladidadida~&lt;br /&gt;after pper, told chanel sumthin. she was shocked. in fact i wil b surprised if she aint. 4 i stil cant get over e this shock maself too.&lt;br /&gt;so wel.after i left e sch.i met up wit babes.was gossipin wit him.den. hmmm. mayb dis is old news.but niwae, din's cousin is tt taufik from spore idol. a small world sia. jus lik las tim wen dere was &lt;em&gt;talentime&lt;/em&gt;, duncan told me he knew e 3 guys tt got runners-up. i 4get e grp names liao, but they were e one hu rapped... *shrugs* once gain.. its a small small world ladidadida~. wateva. im not makin sense nimor.&lt;br /&gt;niwae, babes n i spent quality time 2getha 2dae.lik slpin in e bus 856.... kz. i was e one slpin. he cun slp after knowin tt e 2 men sittin behind us were old time rockers. -_-".haha.he showered me with kisses and.erm... he wanted to dump me in2 e dustbin by carryin me upside down in erm.. public wit sum aunties a few metres behind us? haha. wateva~ i was lucky he didnt throw me 2wards those trash bags can liao.keke.hmmm. oh n it was thanks 2 him tt i realize tt tml's paper was not an afternoon one but a mornin paper? wow. if he didnt notice ah... i oso wun.... but i not as bad as huipeng.. she tot tml history paper!n she kept on insistin! hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;oh.2dae babes 1st day of work. wanted 2 sent him dere de... but ma daddy lo... =s... hmm. niwae. i realize one of e stuffs i wan in a relationship.... e b treated lik a lil ger at times... u noe lik bein pampered n al... n e feelin of bein small? hehe. *shrugs* at leas i do fel small wen i cld lie ma head on his shoulders so easily w/o havin 2 shift maself 2 a lower position 2 make maself comfortable? ok. fine. in other words. i am short. but i lik it k=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt; haiz sum ppl ah. if they onli can stop bein so self centered and egoistic. stop tryin 2 change 2 sumone cool n ignore e needs of his gf..mayb... his ger wun bein dis? *shrugs*&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not bout ma relationship. mine is currently doin very fine.. its sumone else... wateva~ i shun poke ma nose in2 other ppl's buisness&lt;strong&gt;. CONCENTRATE&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;chem tml. muz study. so yup. bye.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109991310099928168?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109991310099928168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109991310099928168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109991310099928168' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109982802204219232</id><published>2004-11-07T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:47:02.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tinkin of changin ma blogskin gain, but i gues its kinda too fas, esp since it was onli e day b4 tt i changed ma blogskin. hmmm. im onli til e 5th chap of bio.... chemistry, wel i did abit of everythin in e tys. maths. stil not totali sure wit propability. wth. it wil b a miracle if i can get gd enuf results i gues. im totali slackin n i jus cant help feelin lazy. damn. =(. im so destroyin ma future. argh.jus cant wait 4 e o lvls 2 end. den i wil hav pure guilty-free fun. awww~. deres stil 15 days 2 it. 19 days 2 prom. hmm haven gotten ma entire set. jus bits of everythin. typical alene i gues. i alwaz do bits of everythin onli. argh. i wana watch movies. earliest day i can watch wil b 17th.. damn.... hate 2 hav money tt i cant spent. it feels.... suffocatin? *shrugs* pardon me if ma eng sucks. but. wel eng paper has ended, so i gues its an excuse 2 show how totali lousy ma engcan b? im bringin shame 2 ma family.. hehe. wateva~ tml is maths paper 2. hope i can make it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109982802204219232?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109982802204219232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109982802204219232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109982802204219232' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109965089311961655</id><published>2004-11-04T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T18:45:19.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't resist blogging again. This is because I am so damn happy. =). Anyway, social studies was quite a breeze for me, I was lucky that the only topic I studied for actually came out. Oh and after that paper, had a short last minute physics revision with Mr. Chantira's help. After that, I walked to sun plaza alone, turning around from time to time to see if babes bothered to follow me, only to be disappointed. Or so I thought… for suddenly there was a sudden grip on my neck and when I turned around again, there he was with his usual cute smile. So I followed him to the void deck and watched two rounds of the game of magic cards played by him, Zihan and Khairul. It was quite fun watching it and admiring the pictures in the cards and knowing what it is about. In fact, I finally know how to play a little of it already. Keke.&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was 2 English paper and physics paper yesterday. I was mentally drained and my whole body aches, thanks to the bloody "aunty". After that, I met up with Lexine and we went to her church and her house, and her wallet was left in my bag… -_-""Today was the best though. After the average mathematics paper 1, I went to meet up with babes. He managed to get hold of his passport and…. We went to City Square!! Keke. I was totally thrilled when he confirmed about it with me this morning. It was so damn sweet of him. Aww~ So hmmm, he waited for me to slowly finish my breakfast aka lunch in Cavana and we headed towards custom. Then, ladidadida~, we reached City Square at around 12 something. Immediately went to get my dress, wore it on for him to give his opinions, he said its okay and tadah~ after some alteration, the dress is finally mine!!! While waiting for the dress to be altered, we went window-shopping. And for once, thank god nobody tried to disturb me or anything, although stares were received, at least no one stalked me. So there we were, looking at the shoes, I spotted one high-cut “converse-styled” shoes with heels. Sound ugly? But it does look real pretty though especially with the unique graffiti design. Sound cheap? Well, this “brand-less” shoe actually cost more than a hundred bucks and it is around the same price as the real converse “not-so-high-cut” shoe. I know that this shoe had been available since last year, but well only this shoe caught my eye for it is indeed unique. Even babes agreed it looks pretty, but the circumference of the heels was just a bit too thin for him to be able to take it. Keke. We went on looking around and browse through the Anna Sui and Christian Dior accessories. Then, we went back to the shop again, tried on some skirts which babes laughed at me saying I am too short for them. Keke. The salesgirl said we look alike. Hehe. Anyway, the salesgirl handed me my dress and we headed back to Singapore again. Went to his house to hang the dress. I want to show it to Hui Peng and Nora on Tuesday…Just as I was about to open the door; he blocked my way and didn’t allow me to leave. His father just sits there and laugh sia, don’t want to help me… =( . Keke. In the end, I still got out thanks to my "clever strategy". After that, we once again went to the custom as my mother had reached, so well, that's the end of today's date. Gonna have my maths paper 2, chemistry and biology next week. My chemistry textbook and tys is actually still in his house. I forgot to take sia. Wth. =s. Thats all for today i guess, Monday is gonna be our 22nd monthsary. Sweet. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109965089311961655?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109965089311961655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109965089311961655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109965089311961655' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109913541183154796</id><published>2004-10-30T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T19:23:31.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been pretty bz lately. bio prac rocks.&lt;br /&gt;niwae. i watched &lt;em&gt;the dollmaster&lt;/em&gt; yesterday. it reli rocks. its scary, sadistic, a lil touchin n a lil borin. still it was worth watchin. he was complainin how i alwaz watch horror movies n tt they are al e same. but it was a lil different in e story dis tim round. i lik it tho. e doll spirit is pretty. she lk a lil lik ayumi. its worth watchin. watch &lt;em&gt;sky captain and the world of adventures &lt;/em&gt;or sumthin lidat. i dun get e las word so nione who watch it, do tel me ya?&lt;br /&gt;went 2 tasek wit mama jus now. she bought me a &lt;em&gt;maybelline cover stick &lt;/em&gt;. it wasunexpected cos shs against me usin dis. waste of money, she claims. but stil she bought w/o complain 2dae so nice of her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ma written os starts officially nex wk. im not totali prepared4 it. but at e same tim. i cant wait 4 it 2 end. mum promised a total shoppin spree 4 me. i had at leas 2 dates wit sonia, 1 date wit ruifeng n a gathering wit ma busmates. he promised a shoppin spree wit me too. cant wait man =p.&lt;br /&gt;niwae. las tim i watch channelnewsasia n they were tokin bout bloggin. think its pretty true so im gona type it out. &lt;strong&gt;no one realise how bloggin can sumtims cause a person to indulge in seld pity or at a certain point, damage to self esteem. sumtims, we will write bout a cerain person and hopes he or she stumbles upon in and reflct on it, a cowardly act in reality. aint that in fact better if ppl were to solve it face to face. &lt;/strong&gt;wel i gues everyone are guilty of it at a certain point of time. its just whether we realise it or not. n i gues its cuz of dis cowardly act tt cause frenship 2 strain. *shrugs* words 2 a tot? =)&lt;br /&gt;gona go off 4 now. so ya. tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109913541183154796?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109913541183154796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109913541183154796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109913541183154796' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109714449653386728</id><published>2004-10-07T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T18:21:36.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;' What goes out comes 3 times back '&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. i love this quote and i absolutely believe in it.cuz it is just so true...&lt;br /&gt;Niwae. im keeping ma mouth shut and jus sayin wateva tt is true. I'd learn my lesson well, i think its best to just sit n watch, n im proud of bein able to do so. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1'd heard news 2dae. it was so sweet! I was sick with jealously, but in a positive way tho! I was so envious. Haha. They both were a match made in heaven, im so glad taht things r turnin dis way. It was alwayz sumthin i dad secretly wished it will happened. So happy 4 'em Reli!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 4 dis silly'o me, im lucky im not alone. Esp on +ves. Lexine and Deon was dere 4 me. Awfully sweet of 'em. N most importantly, he was dere too just when i needed him most =). Wed was fine. Tho i didn't go sch, manage to tok with  Diann and Zihui. Juz e ppl i can trust. Den i get words of advice from him. Worth takin need to. N i was glad i was able to settle somethin 2dae. N i thank tt person 4  4givin me. U noe who r U, ya?=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N 4 now, since ive settled one thin tt makes me feel totally better. im off for now, N wont be back til 22/11/04. I dont wana get scoldins. Keke, so yea. gd luck 4 everyone's End Of year Exam and best if luck to the O'level students ya.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all 4 now. tata~&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/6623088-109714449653386728?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109714449653386728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109714449653386728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109714449653386728' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109687334554284074</id><published>2004-10-04T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T15:02:25.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. decided 2 take away ma shoutbox once again cuz sum ppl obviously jus lov 2 misuse it. so yea. tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109687334554284074?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109687334554284074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109687334554284074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109687334554284074' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109636314004930116</id><published>2004-09-27T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T17:19:00.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what. i got totally upset whe i saw the entry my ex-bes-fren wrote about me. but nvm. its e truth she wrote after all. s al e mor i shld reflect on it and change. its jus kinda ironic that while she was typing that, she didnt realise that in a way. it sounded like her too.  but watever. im not here to be sarcastic anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i had turned to a total downright bitchy shallow hypocrite this year huh. i actualy let ma jealouy and hatred get the better of me. totally losing mysef and all e teachings ma seniors had once screwed so tightly into ma head. and of course i am ashamed of maself. totally. BIG TIME. i had became sucha bimbotic imbecile man. i turned materialistic, backstabbin ppl, alwaz judgin ppl w/o knowin em better, and hating em jus cuz ma frenz hated em? heh. that as how bad i was/am. -whichever you prefer-. i had gone from bein so into ma own world to bein so into other ppls world, commentin on every flaws and mistakes they made. in other words, i was/am shallow. totally downright shallow. and e ironic thing was. everythin that i had commented on others, i started doin em maself. thats how fucked i became. n i neva once dawned on me until i read that entry she wrote on friday. it kinda lik completely woke me up. i guess i didnt realise how bad i was til den. n im ashamed of maself. tts y i wrote dis entry. 2 "punish" maself. n 2 remind me of ma stupidity. lettin jealousy, hatred and unhappiness to get over me is the worst mistake i eva made.  n im gona change. it may sound ironic, stupid, wateva u feel, but im stil gona change. gona try 2 undo ma mistakes. oh. n bout e ppl i once hate yet m in gd terms now? i duno how 2 xplain but its kinda ironic yet touchin at e same tim tt dese r e ppl i had dissed and taken for granted so much, but they r standin by me now. they make me realise what real frenz reli are. u dun hafta hangout everyday or stuffs lidat, but u noe tt u can alwaz turn 2 em 4 help. =) n bout e cigarettes tingy? i had stopped le lo. i dun wan ppl close 2 ma heart 2 get upset wit me over it. its so not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;oh. n 2 al e other hypocrites out dere. u noe hu u r. i wun sae no names. one day u gona turn ard n regret al e damage u had done to urself n others ard u juz cuz u were immature enuf 2 b s bitchy. u may not noe. but many ppl had oreadi noe ur bad deeds. they r jus playin it on. lik u al. i noe how it feels now n i admit i regret actin lidat. its up 2 u 2 blif it or not. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;sori 2 al e ppl i did shit 2. promise i wun do it gain. =)&lt;br /&gt;lov ya. bubye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm. surely gona fail physics liao. sianz. nothin special happened 2dae. nor yesterdae. jus an unresolved fierce quarrel that had happened since tues, almos e same amt of anger stil exist weneva i tink bout it. argh. wateva. m doin e final touch up of ma fnn. how pathetic... oh. n i muz comment sumthin. fabian n lijun sucks totally. fuck dese bastards. they neva once belong 2 our bus but yet they managed 2 get their way in2 it. nvm. wat is worst is e fact that they alwaz smoke b4 they get up e bus. how damn irriatin is tt? everyone hafta put up wit the cigarette smell that they stunk of rite in e mornin sumor. how rude can they b man? not 2 mention they r such flirty perverts. alwaz tryin 2 sweet tok gers or touch em weneva opporunity they hav. las bu not leas. they r neva serious in relationships. jus playin. so niwae. as usual, they were bein em fuckin inconsiderate all fellow sleepin busmates by tokin fuckin loudly. i cun stan it no mor, thus i asked em 2 keep their mouth shut. but i gues dese imbeciles r obviously deaf 4 they jus cont tokin n wen they finali prove tt they r not deaf, it wasnt by keepin quiet. it was by bein arrogant. argh. wateva. i hate guys hu acts lidat. typical ah bengs.&lt;br /&gt;niwae. hmm was readin e blog-hoppin. n happened 2 blog at sherilin. i lov e song of her blog. its been ages since i hav las heard of it, n by listenin 2 it jus melts ma heart =). niwae. i reli hav nothin 2 sae liao. so erm yup. tts al. tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109599957769323481?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109599957769323481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109599957769323481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109599957769323481' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109568764359596163</id><published>2004-09-20T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T22:29:56.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm. now den i realise y ma stomach has been hurtin since yesterdae... e med was simply too strong... i tot it was jus sum antibiotics and painkillers, neva noe they wil actuali b too strong 4 ma own gd.. lik wth..&lt;br /&gt;manage to finali borrow another backpack from ma busmate.. jus gona use it 4 one day tho... keke... niwae.. hmm saw e pic at e other "box"? its chanel n me. we took it one wk b4 our o lvl chi... til remember we had chi lessons 24/7 everyday... but at e same tim, it wasnt tt bad cuz it brings our bonds closer gain.. wel if u guys duno.. we've known each other since pri 5 n hav been sistas since den. n no we were from different pri sch, fate brought us 2getha, jus lik it brought as 2 e same sec sch w/o each other knowin.. =) so niwae. itwas after one of those chi lesson n we decided 2 hang out 2getha 2 reliev each other stress. its kinda ironic how we didnt got sick of each other at al or run outta topics 2 tok even tho we were seein each other everyday n al e tim. so niwae, yup. we took dis pic. dere is another nice one too, but i prefer dis. so yup =)&lt;br /&gt;im still stressin ova coursework.. lik wth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s. i jus add in a taggie rite at e bottom at e nex box. do tag yea?=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109568764359596163?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109568764359596163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109568764359596163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109568764359596163' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109567388740574365</id><published>2004-09-20T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T17:51:27.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dere was a terrible jam dis mornin, obviously was late 4 ma prelims, juz lucky e sch is kind enuf 2 wait 4 us... lik it matas.. *rolls eyes*... keke&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. bio paper was not tt tough after all... esp section c. i would reli b a pathetic person wit no common sense at al if i cant even pass that section... reli. dun hav much confidence for section b tho... it was kinda tricky...&lt;br /&gt;after tt paper... lepak awhile wit canteen.. had a tok wit chanel n den dina. was enjoyable... den i head 2wards andrew lab 2 try 2 finish up ma fnn coursework.&lt;br /&gt;ok all i am left now is jus development and evaluation for the whole coursework. other then that, i am finali done wit it. gona leave it 4 tml i gues...&lt;br /&gt;juz now was fun. i went crazy n attacked him. ladidadida~ m not finished wit him yet. mos prollie gona cont screwin afterwards. he so deserve 2 b bullied. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;tml is ma s.s n maths paper 1 paper. m so not prepared 4 s.s ... gona study lik shit 2nite i gues. if i can tt is.. e meds kinda makes me tired... heh. wateva~ tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109567388740574365?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109567388740574365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109567388740574365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109567388740574365' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109560036042368012</id><published>2004-09-19T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T21:26:00.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>turns out it wast mumbs... its jus swollen tts al. wth. hav 2 eat so many med jus 4 tt... sianz&lt;br /&gt;tml is ma bio prelim but no. im not prepared at al. i wana do ma fnn. but im at loss. wheres e ppl when i need em? oh dear. tml muz hand in yet i haven finish ma research, development n evaluation. sumone.. kil me!! *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;i had a nitemare las nite. it was terrible. scary n hurtin. i juz hope it wil neva happen in reality. wateva~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109560036042368012?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109560036042368012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109560036042368012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109560036042368012' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109530898221257748</id><published>2004-09-16T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T12:29:42.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. ma ear fuckin hurts!! stupid toothache. it had begun hurtin durin e 1 week hols, n haven once stop. a miracle i m able to go bout ma life as tho it doesnt mata. til now. its gettin increasingly painful. lik sum piercin al e way in2 ear n down to ur teeth. it hurts!! *wails* wonder if im gona b sayang lata on.. hope i wil... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;whole class is gona b in dis lab 4 4periods.. suppose 2 do fnn.. dnt students came in.. n here we r... mor den 1/2 e clas... so its in a way fun lo... hafta start appreciatin ma clas b4 we graduate... aww~&lt;br /&gt;its gona rain.... i lov e rain... mos prollie gona play in it lata on n get sick gain... if i can get sick tt easily... been tryin 2 get a fever or sore throat 4 months n al i eva get is juz a flu... wth.. cant help it if im quite healthy despite ma very unhealthy diet... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ma Ear Freaking Hurts!!! =s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109530898221257748?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109530898221257748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109530898221257748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109530898221257748' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109530707796873387</id><published>2004-09-16T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T11:57:57.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;currently. i fel satisfied wit ma life. fel tt i hav everyone i need. ma "boi jambu" tt listen 2 me tokin bout me, maself n i. neva once complainin, but instead, qns me if i acutali didnt tok at al. wel. its gd 2 hav a listenin ear to tok to 24/7 . yea. it feels gd. not 2 mention.. e homies in ma bus. wasnt exactly in e cheerful mood yesterdae n they bought cotton candies 4 me 2 cheer me up. how sweet. lov e way those cotton candies melt in ma mouth. n it led 2 our conversation of how often we brush our teeth. keke =). i watch &lt;em&gt;the terminal&lt;/em&gt; yesterday. it was nice as i predicted. but i kinda dislik e beginnin. not cuz it was borin or lame. but cuz it was reli sad. 2 come 2 a country not knowin their language, only 2 realize u hav suddenly bcum a nobody cuz ur country is at war n ur passport is not accepted. when he finally knows wat happened, tts wen it was even mor upsettin. wit him runnin bout in e airport cryin n askin ppl 2 save his country.. n wen he finali calm down 2 stare at e food vouchers he was given... they flew off n got swept by e cleaner wen he went 2 help a kid. sad case ah. i hate 2 c dis kinda scenario cuz i dun lik 2 reli pity 4 a person so much tt ma heart hurts. sumor its onli a movie... but altho e startin was sad.. e rest was fuckin funny... n e endin was in a way sadly touchin. not reli too sad, but a lil sad cuz he cant b wit e ger he lov. nonetheles, its a movie worth watchin. so yup. =). oh n wen i reached hme. heidi kept on disturbin me wen i was eatin dinner... decided 2 play sum "footsie" wit her... keep on strokin her front legs slowly.. she got irritated n left. wahahaah. am hapi tt i kinda got to earn quite alota ppl's trust dis days. wel. hav learnt 2 keep ma mouth shut. oh. not 2 mention, had lunch wit lexine yesterdae. was worth it la. ya? &lt;strike&gt; im kinda hidin sumthin from mos of ma frenz. its a small lil one. to me at leas. but i dun fel lik tellin em cuz i tink they do not understan. things arent e way they tink it is. or so it is from ma pnt of view. but i cant sae it, its not e rite time. they wun understan. jus hope they wil stop sayin those thingys cuz its not true, we hav oreadi been mislead, was jus lucky i got "woken up". jus hope one day they wil realise the truth to all these. things arent like what you ppl r tinkin. period.&lt;/strike&gt; niwae. do not c e pnt of goin 2 sch 2dae. 2 periods of pe n tts al e lesson i hav 2dae. wat a waste of ma time. argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109530707796873387?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109530707796873387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109530707796873387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109530707796873387' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109524638777693410</id><published>2004-09-15T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T19:06:27.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>40 bucks that i had saved all gone just lidat. Heh. sianz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109524638777693410?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109524638777693410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109524638777693410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109524638777693410' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109472341089598928</id><published>2004-09-08T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T17:50:10.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she was looking after him, her one and only "patient". sitting beside him, she allow herself to be brought away from reality again, a place where her sub-concious mind meets the concious one, a time where she is finally true to herself. true to what she really wants after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whats the date today?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the 8th." she replied without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it did not took her long before she suddenly realise what the occasion was. she turned to look at him, both gaving each other their bashful smiles. the smile that says it all. the 8th! if only. if only nothing had happened. if their relationship had been smooth throughout. if they had not given up on each other just like that. if only, that is. it could have been their 20th month. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109472341089598928?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109472341089598928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109472341089598928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109472341089598928' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109439078189241067</id><published>2004-09-05T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T21:26:21.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh. I love ma sarcasm man! keke. niwae, hmmm, today wasn't interesting.. Jus tat I finished two novels, &lt;em&gt;blue moon&lt;/em&gt; n &lt;em&gt;honey moon&lt;/em&gt;. Pretty nice lar. Den erm got some chi high prelim paper tat tuition teacher gave jus now, expected to be handed in tml.. How nice... Yesterday was much more fun la. After sch, hav tt chem practical, I didn't do it all cuz apparently hilmy had got some of the ans. Therefore, I find it pointless to do the tricky ones. Den after tat went to watch &lt;em&gt;face&lt;/em&gt;. Hmmm. the movie was pretty much like another movie I had seen this year. Forgot the title liao. Shit. Jus tat instead of removing kidneys like they did the other time,they remove the hearts. So yup, but its abit diff la. Last time had no ghost involved. But this one hav. But nonetheles altho its quite similar, I still enjoy it tho. Abit sadistic like the other one, but still, its nice. Hmmm. Den after tat, I went to met up with ma pri sch godsis joanna. Took some neoprints,and with her other godsis, went to lib to get some books. I saw a von dutch bag I like a lot. Its diff from the one I hav been eyeing at city square tho. be it both colour and designs. Most probably gonna get both I guess. I am sucha big fan of bags.. Can't help it... Haiz.. Keke. Den erm hafta take back so many books today so I got shad to help me with it. Saw diann and &lt;em&gt;fren&lt;/em&gt;. Keke.. Oh. Which reminds me before sch ends, P and VP came our class and gav us a card. Quite totfu of them lar.. But at the same time, also reminds me of the practical prelim. Argh.. I hate the one on monday man! Hafta be in class all the way till 12.30. No hp, no recess. Pure torture... Tues more fun, only hafta come sch at 11.15. Haiz.. So happy.. Haha.. Can't wait for the phototaking session on wed.. Hehe. hmmm.. tts all bah, I hafta finish the maths paper after all... So yup.. Tata....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109439078189241067?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109439078189241067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109439078189241067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109439078189241067' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109410081301007075</id><published>2004-09-02T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T12:53:33.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ala... shouldnt hav cum sch 2dae. only two periods of english. the rest was like nothin... no lessons at al!! argh. wats e pnt of cumin 2 sch wen al i do is sit n rot.&lt;br /&gt;im so bored i do not noe wat to type. i juz cant wait 4 ma sat shoppin spree. wana buy clothes bags n shoes.&lt;br /&gt;tinkin of gettin new layout. it may not b very nice but jus bear wit it. til ma os r over wil i do a much much beta one. al by maself. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;ala. dis sucks. can i go hme? m feelin reli uncomfortable now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109410081301007075?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109410081301007075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109410081301007075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109410081301007075' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109349372332658308</id><published>2004-08-26T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T12:22:33.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night, i was re-browsing through the 2 rss yearbooks for the umpteen times this year. have to admit that im not sick of it yet though, instead it reminded me of the old times... heh. also reminds me of the conversation i had with slynn,ain and alloy during our english remedial the other time. slynn n i were like talking about how rude these lower sec kiddos are these days. and no. dont you dare mumble under you breath and complain or bitch about me. If you want to do it, find me. Confrontation. Im anything but afraid of you kids yea? Im not blind you know. I do notice you immature behavior yea? And ha. Dont be so thick skin when you see us seniors staring at you. We are not envying you or what so ever, we are just observing at how fucked up you people are. Heh. If you were to see us in year 2001, you will get what I mean. The amount of &lt;strong&gt;respect&lt;/strong&gt; we had for our seniors were huge. In an exaggerating way, you can actually say that we "worship" them. Every word that came out of their mouth meant a lot to us, especially the scoldings. And no. Its not because we are cowards. Its just because we respect them. Even though they are gone now, the things they have taught us still remains in us. But look at the lower sec now... Posers. Wannabes. Minahs. Mats. Lians. Bengs. "Surfers"–-Heh. Like you imbeciles know how to surf to begin with- . Wells. Anyway. You name it, we got it all. Aint that so true? All of them seem so full of themselves, being materialistic, shallow thinkings and giving people "the eye" as and when they wish. Heh. Respect from these kids? Doubt they even know what it means to begin with. Come on yea. Dont you any kids dare to argue with me, as I have proof. Bet you kids wont even believe that in our sec 1 times, the last thing we would actually do is to give people "the eye". In fact, you kids are just lucky that the seniors now aint as fierce nor fearless - as in they really do not give two shits even if it means they will end up in jail- , or else I bet 9/10 of you, be it boys or girls, would already haven been long beaten up. And no. once again im not exaggerating as I have seen all these before. In fact, ever since they had left, things have really calm down a lot. So yea. Its just disappointing to see how disrespectful the lower sec people are now. Sometimes, I actually wish &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; seniors are back here again. Then, I will be able to see how "highty-mighty" these fools are after all... Not to forget, since you kids have so much confidence in you, why do you get so paranoid when people stare at you? In disgust that is. Not hatred. As we are so above hating you kids. Heh. Foolish imbeciles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109349372332658308?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109349372332658308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109349372332658308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109349372332658308' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109323426300792245</id><published>2004-08-23T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T12:11:26.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh. u can torment me wit ur insults n sarcasm but by e end of e day. it just shows im beta den u. period.&lt;br /&gt;fri was ma oral exam... It was not as bad as I though it was after all. Feel that I didn’t screw things up so yea. Pretty satisfied with myself. After that, I got pretty pissed off though, having to wait for 30minutes just to get my handphone back. Argh. Was practically gona kill him. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Sat. watch &lt;em&gt;the stepford wives&lt;/em&gt;. Kinda disappointed with the story theme as it wasn’t really what I had expected after all. Turns out to be those scientific ones, but those women were pretty in a way. Hehe. Oh. Then we went cavana to eat. Not that bad ah. Most prollie gona eat it again this fri. =)&lt;br /&gt;Sun.. hmm watch &lt;em&gt;a cinderella story&lt;/em&gt; with my sister. Hmm ok la. A bitty borin though. But yea.&lt;br /&gt;Gona update mor lata. So yea. Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109323426300792245?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109323426300792245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109323426300792245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109323426300792245' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109289366205370581</id><published>2004-08-19T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T13:40:12.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh!!! im soooo gona kill kokseng n fabian 4 takin ma pic wen im aslp dis mornin... argh!!!!screw em man!! argh!!&lt;br /&gt;niwae. hmmm. i had a heart 2 heart tok wit mum bout e shits in sch. she gav me sum advice n her own life experience... sumthin tt i wil bear in mind.&lt;br /&gt;shad sent me hme yesterdae. den on e way 2 custom, we were tokin. he told me bout e rumours he'd heard. al of them were totally opposite. totally wrong from our real-liv situation. how ironic. practically laughin at e stupidity of dese imbeciles who actually started it al.&lt;br /&gt;ma oral is tml. argh. y muz it b on a day tt i hav no remedials? argh. i was plannin 2 go shoppin wit manda sumor got... wth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109289366205370581?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109289366205370581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109289366205370581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109289366205370581' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109283827937795104</id><published>2004-08-18T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T22:11:19.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;160804&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;Both of course! But if im only allowed to choose one, i will choose hugs... at leas i can stil tok. wahaha. cant help it if im those ppl who loves tokin...&lt;br /&gt;nothin much happend 2dae. jus tt 4 once im quite proud 2 b in e las chi band. lol.&lt;br /&gt;had recess wit manda.ruifeng.mimi.maiza. it was great fun. jus lik wen i find em after remedial. look at the auditions. hmm. not bad. but frankly i stil fel tt the dikir barat performance aint tt cool &amp; interestin as the one that the seniors did during teachers' day '02? *shrugs*. i didnt reli get 2 c e whole performance but wel, ill neva noe til the very day of the performance. so yea. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;170804&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hows 2dae? ive no comments.&lt;br /&gt;Jus tt i prefer confrontation den silent treatments. at leas things &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; be settled. but oh wells. i noe the reason. its pretty obvious actually. but *shrugs*. who am i to hav the say. rite?&lt;br /&gt;after school was much better. at leas i did felt happy &amp; comforted at a certain point of tim. niwae to the gang who saw me taking a 'ride' before 1450. you called me fat?!?! if im fat. then what about you? arnt you already one gigantic giant. Argh. The tyre wasnt punctured in the end btw. cut. im not even fat to begin wit. keke.&lt;br /&gt;ma &lt;strong&gt;close fren&lt;/strong&gt; acmpy me to the custom today. we were makin so much noise in the taxi, the driver was like indirectly tryin 2 shut us up by saying 'shhhh' to no one. oh and i got trickd. Argh. keep on sayin can use ez-link to pay. Argh!!! wat a liar. lolx. niwae....so erm yup. tts e happier part of 2dae. e rest was jus bulshit. we saw a 'couple' from 310 in the custom! hehe... they were so into each other, they didnt even notice u creepin from behind n choosin who 2 kacau. haha. they wer so cute. keep on denying.. keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;180804&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help ma sis tie her hair 2dae. she has pure golden streaks man. damn envious. heh... i did some reflection las nite. tink through sum stuffs. heh. its jus so sad to know certain truth bout things tt u leas wana noe. argh. wateva~&lt;br /&gt;Niwae. yea. this blogskin is so plain &amp; dull huh. wel. m not gona do nithin til i got tim 2 change it al. so yep. =).&lt;br /&gt;mimi.miza.ruifeng.manda.shanti.syusila. n d other girls. sori i duno their name. hehe. had their audition 2dae. wish em luck. esp wen so much effort is put in. in fact. so much tt u can c manda slpin away in e bus. haha. 2dae wasnt gd. i wana b anywhere but in class. argh. cant wait 4 tml's pe...gona play badminton wit mimi. keke. (p.s. mimi, remember to bring pe attire hor!) hmm. i had nothin bea to do in clas 2dae. den i remembered n incident while waitin 4 the bus yesterday. Fuckin funny. 2 kids were fighting w/o words. starin at each other only. kacau em by wavin ma hnd in between oso no use. neva even blink sumor got. den finally the boy beat the girl. wah...but the girl never beat him back. the girl cry and threaten to tell no, not their parents but their principal of Siling Primary. wahahahaha. den the girl got inside the car, went to sit the inner side, stare outside the window for a while then left throught the oppo side from where she came i.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHHAHAHA. fuckin dramatic. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;oh dear. k la.  i gonna stop 4 now, or else mimi gona spent sucha long tim jus 2 type ma one. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. kailin &amp; ronald r so cute 2getha.. teehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109283827937795104?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109283827937795104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109283827937795104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109283827937795104' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109248149980119042</id><published>2004-08-14T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T19:04:59.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man. 2dae was great...&lt;br /&gt;went sch wit amanda. tot i was late. turn out i was early.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;wasted ma tim in bio lesson. onli worth thingy i gain was ma &lt;em&gt;j.lo still&lt;/em&gt; perfume tt nina brought 4 me. so now. i hav j.lo &lt;em&gt;glow &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;still... &lt;/em&gt;yea man...&lt;br /&gt;after sch. we tok 4 awhile b4 leavin sch wit manda cindy n peidee. met up wit evon. they wana lk 4 jobs. took neoprints wit manda n evon. e pose n designs were funny, esp e one wit e old man.. hehe... den ate at foodcourt. b4 headin 4 city square... juz manda n me.heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;so we jus had tonsa heart 2 heart tok 2dae which was great. lk 4 clothes. places lik &lt;em&gt;crossover&lt;/em&gt;. she met up wit her frenz dere. one of which is a cute malay guy. oh n tho its not ma 1st tim cin em. i neva did reli tok bout em. u peeps shld c james man. hes da boss of e shop. e man of tt level. his fiancee aint pretty at al.... fat n rough actuali. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;bought sum food. chose a purfect spot 2 watch e performance. waitd so long. drank finish 2 cups of bubble tea. saw melydia. asked her 2 join us. she left b4 e show started. so juz us 2 gain. decded 2 head down instead. where e performance is at. kinda got called upon n got sum free shirts. haha. pathetic... oh e performance was great. "hip hop dance competition". e b-boys dance were nice tho sum kinda lose e touch 1/2way through. didnt got 2 watch til e end. but stil. it was great. deres gona b another one nex wk. gona go dere gain.. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109248149980119042?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109248149980119042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109248149980119042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109248149980119042' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109240165086329927</id><published>2004-08-13T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T20:54:10.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eva cried 4 a certain sumthin so much tt u fel numb, so much so tat you realie you actualli hafta force yourself 2 cry n al u get is juz a few drops of tears?wel.im goin through dis.its funny to noe tt if this certain thingy was 2 happn a few months back, i wld hav cried til ma eyes bcam swollen n swear tt e hurt seemed so great, it as tho e pain wil neva heal...but now?heh. i guezi finalli understan how it fels lik wen one saes tt one is so numb 2 al dese pain, it juz dun seem 2 mata as much nimor.haiz. wateva~ im learnin 2 let go n take life as it is. apparently im lucky 2 hav al ma homies n best pals by ma side. lik e tok i had wit xuenie las nite. it was so motivatin! keke....&lt;br /&gt;so wel. gues i reli need 2 go 2 c e doc gain. n 4 those ppl hu misinterpret me.... &lt;strong&gt;im not pregnant 4 god sake&lt;/strong&gt;... haiz.. haha... niwae. yea. after feein giddy n nausea 4 2 schoolin days in a row. i cun take it no mor. told mama tt i dun fel lik goin 2 sch, n got e whole day off. its relaxin.. altho mrs tee spoilt it abit by callin ma dads office... haiz. ma dad is in sabah now 4 god sake...so wateva... i was practically rottin away... turns out diann didnt go 2 sch too... so we were chattin away in e mornin. damn shes so cute. haha. den sms ma sista. den called amanda n tok 2 her 4 lik 1hr... we goin 2 city square tml 4 two reason. 1. 2 buy clothes. 2. 2 watch e breakdance performance held at dere. cant wait... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;niwae.got back ma mt results.called mama once i had e chance.haha. her reaction was so cute wen i began e conv by callin her e big gangster.. hehe... oh n i realize... sharin reslts wit ur lov ones do make e occasion al e mor beta. but no. i didnt get e chance. i onli got e chance of envyin. in fact. i got nothin. but wt. hes ma ex. dun wana xpect nithin from him. cuz its jus so naive n dumb. or so it shld b. so wth. lets juz 4get bout al dese shitz.&lt;br /&gt;frankly in a way. i fel so damn bored of everythin.... ala. wateva. i wana change ma layout... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109240165086329927?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109240165086329927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109240165086329927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109240165086329927' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109223494944999201</id><published>2004-08-11T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T22:35:49.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh.Heh. ma Sista helpin me to type this. Niwae, i daydream for the first few periods today. jus sittin dere letting ma imaginations run wild. Ok fine. actuali i am kinda sick today. Diarrhea yesterday, felt lik vomitin in the bus... Come to think bout it, it seem to be some of the symptoms for ma longtime illness, acute gastrodnteritis... haiz. tot its over liao. How its back again?! Had recess with him. He help me buy mee soto.. with one teaspoon of the chilli thingy.. guess till now he jus dunno how too spicy stuffs jus dun go along with ma tummy. Push the bowl away after a few spoonfuls... still it was nice of him den. Niwae the stupid PCCG teacher actuali i am 3 months pregnant and tat i gonna get married next year. When i am actuali single to begin with. Hehe.. How ironic.. Pass ma bio test.. this is the first time i pass and i didn't even study. Haha. Proves tat i am smarter den the 'Fatty bon bons' to think they actuali brag about prelim orals results when i had scored way better den them. Haiz. Y do such ppl exist in this world? sumore follow ppl wear PINK bra, haha. Trying to prove u are girlish? Go back indonesia and get married lar.. Ask ur fruity fren to inject some female hormones in her instead, cuz her moustache is showing very clearly as tho she bleach tat area... fruits and exercise wun actually help ya? Not to forget ma mama had been very cute today!! She tried callin me since last period jus to tell me a lie tat was so obvious.. Haha, shes a bad liar.. i tot something bad happen sia... End up laughing at her and teaching her how to lie properly.. She dun even noe wad time ma lesson end! Wahahahahahaha.. Cute sia she.. Ok la.. Tats all for today.. i had been very bitchy in almost half of dis entry. But wateva. Oh btw before i forget. it was fun playing peekaboo with fatiqa. Very thrilling. Wahahaha. kkz. can't wait 4 tml's pe.. off for now. Tata....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109223494944999201?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109223494944999201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109223494944999201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109223494944999201' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109196638867875675</id><published>2004-08-08T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T19:59:48.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh. Was damn fuckin careless yesterday… broke ma dad’s hundred over crystal bowl that oma gave… thank god hes at Sabah now… crash maself n heidis cage to e wall rite after telling my mum I wun n got stuck it at e doorknob…&lt;br /&gt;niwae. e bday cake i baked was a success... ok fine its abit outta shape.. but stil its successful k!! promise mum 2 save sum 4 her tml.. *cheesy smile*&lt;br /&gt;frankly.. i aint reli satisfied wit ma layout... i lov e pic tho... *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;cum 2 tink bout it.. "regret". dis is e word i &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; so damn fuckin much.... period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109196638867875675?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109196638867875675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109196638867875675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109196638867875675' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109179322335191557</id><published>2004-08-06T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T19:53:43.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wtf! i juz upate n e whole thing juz disappear..... grr... time limit : 1hr. not gona waste a single moment...&lt;br /&gt;heh. m tryin 2 adapt e sudden change in ma life. yes i admit its difficult, esp wen e pain comes n go. but stil.. i know i need to step up and be strong... so erm yea... juz surprise tt this vulnerable feelin isnt tt conistent as i tot it wld b... m learnin 2 let go i guez... heh....&lt;br /&gt;2dae was quite great. tho i muz sae tt e teachers spoilt e singin session. den erm. performance was good. 310 did great. zahid is a good singer. now den i noe. haha.admire 48's hilmy guts 4 leadin e cheer. n sec5s were cute doin e waves. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;after sch. went 2 meet ma homies. bought e cake mix at cold storage b4 headin 2wards city square. finali bought ma roxy sneakers. dun wan e converese one nimor. cz. wel it doesnt seem 2 attract me...e longin juz suddenly fade away. went 2 xuenie's hse. e bungalow. keke. her bedroom is pretty. we changed n we went 2 giant 2 meet e homies gain. went grocery shoppin. fuckin fun. den 7 peeps squeeze one car, includin e driver -one of our busmates-, heh n we listen 2 jay chou new cd! oOolala. fun seh.&lt;br /&gt;kkz. plans 4 e 4 days...&lt;br /&gt;sat:bake e cake.&lt;br /&gt;sun:tuition.&lt;br /&gt;mon&lt;strong&gt;:surprise bday party &lt;/strong&gt;4 one of our busmates.. cant wait =)&lt;br /&gt;tues:either go sentosa 2 pinic wit 410 gers or wil juz go swimmin in pulai springs resort wit e homies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cant wait!&lt;/strong&gt; haha... n yup. im off 4 now... so ya.. tata~   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109179322335191557?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109179322335191557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109179322335191557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109179322335191557' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109141211718635257</id><published>2004-08-02T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T10:01:57.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate him.&lt;br /&gt;cheap bastard. dirty mind. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109141211718635257?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109141211718635257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109141211718635257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109141211718635257' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109097953635240574</id><published>2004-08-02T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T09:23:46.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finali got ma pictures. lov em. oh n xinchi finali gav me e one i took wit shad in woodgrove. e ultra nice one.... aww~&lt;br /&gt;niwae. urgh. shirin made me scream wit disgust tt mornin... eew. sum1 shld vidoe cam e way she walk n show her. lik a duck or sum fuckin animal... eew... lk at e mirror la freak... u wil neva make it even as a wannabe. so stop it la. its sick orite?&lt;br /&gt;niwae. damnit. i hate ppl hu giv those negative remarks on ma taggie n yet do not hav e balls 2 actuali admit hu u r but yet tried 2 frame another person. wat a loser u r. jus listen up yea. dis is &lt;strong&gt; ma &lt;/strong&gt;blog. i type howeva style i lik 2 type. k? i dun care if u dun lik it cuz u can juz freakin get outa ma blog n not read it. i do so not giv 2 shits bout it. n i wil cont typin dis way cuz &lt;strong&gt;i lik it.&lt;/strong&gt; so yea. period.&lt;br /&gt;bought 2 new bags n 2 levis t-shirt las sat in city square... it was damn fun.. esp wen i coincidentally met up wit amanda, weeying, peidee n her sis. i was lik wit lisa n tingru oso. fun seh. amanda got same taste as me. wel almos... at leas we were in2 e same style.... we were lookin at those ppl dressin while waitin 4 weeying 2 choose her bag tt neva got bought.. sianz~&lt;br /&gt;niwae. stuffs happened on fri. e uncle chased one of our busmate down e bus in spore custom in front of everybody. he evn push me w/o apologisin. a big fite almos happened. so yea. fuck him. dis mornin, earyl early got menses. i was slpin wen e cramps startes. wtf.. lik wat lois said.. im gona b very grumpy 2dae.. wtf...&lt;br /&gt;"  u will never noe tt e reason i left u was cuz i hope u wil wan me back". period.&lt;br /&gt;gona cont doin ma f&amp;amp;n... tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109097953635240574?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109097953635240574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109097953635240574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109097953635240574' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109141100493143538</id><published>2004-08-02T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T09:43:24.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you, miss you so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm giving up on everything Because you messed me up Don't know how much you Screwed it up You never listened That's just too bad Because I'm moving on I won't forget You were the one that was wrong I know I need to step up and be strong Don't patronize me Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk this over&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we're dead&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I did?&lt;br /&gt;Was it something You said?&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging&lt;br /&gt;In a city so dead&lt;br /&gt;Caught up so high&lt;br /&gt;On such a breakable thread&lt;br /&gt;You were all the things I thought of you&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]You were everything, everything that I wanted We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it And all the memories, so close to me, just fade away All this time you were pretending So much for my happy ending oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've got your dumb friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know what they say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They tell you I'm difficult&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But so are they&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But they don't know me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do they even know you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the things you hide from me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the shit that you do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were all the things I thought of you&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's nice to know you were there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for acting like you cared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And making me feel like I was the only one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's nice to know we had it all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks for watching as i fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And making me feel we were done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus X2]oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wateva. i sound lik a freak. but wateva. m currently an avril fan cuz i lov her songs. can relate 2 her lyrics. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109141100493143538?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109141100493143538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109141100493143538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109141100493143538' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109141064305339497</id><published>2004-08-02T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T09:37:23.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cum 2 tink bout it... i stil cant blif i &lt;strong&gt;ALMOST&lt;/strong&gt; cut ma hair on sat. amanda n i were lik lookin at e new styles. on e verge of goin in 2 cut. luckily ong weeying shouted at me wen she saw me n told me her mum was waitin... or else... i wld hav been spotted wit short hair now.. heh... i reli cant blif tt i do made choices w/o tinkin...&lt;br /&gt;ah.cramps. hate it. screw it. cant wait 4 recess. i need sumthin warm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i miss him&lt;/strike&gt;.but i wun giv in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109141064305339497?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109141064305339497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109141064305339497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109141064305339497' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109085037096635909</id><published>2004-07-26T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T15:21:49.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe.i'd 6 periods free 2dae.as in e 6 full periods b4 recess.so nina,kaili n i decided 2 do sumthin noti by havin&amp;nbsp; a recess wit e lower sec.We'd a 2 period recess.haha. was fun i guess.den physics was&amp;nbsp; another free period cuz chandra neva appeared.so erm altogether i only had 3 lessons 2dae?!haha. e free period was damn fun lo.Stupid things happened.i made a fool of maself but i enjoyed e fun of it.Pity ma lous.hahaha..was readin durin maths sandra brown sex success aint reli tt great.in fact i find e whole book borin.erm..so yea..hist remedial was a gossip session as the first of e register no peep,we coincidentally sat together .tok non stop i mus sae.den went out with lexine.i recieved a mockin smile btw. i called tongjie 2 fent ma frustrations.haha.so yea..2dae ain't reli tt interestin.so yea...have fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-109085037096635909?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109085037096635909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109085037096635909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109085037096635909' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-109084989952099219</id><published>2004-07-22T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T22:00:50.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2dae was great fun even tho i was kinda pick n e "party-goers"weren't ard.Niwae,i was totali in another world durin maths lesson 2dae...was much livillier durin physics practical.Ninzie rold me sumthin,it made&amp;nbsp; me kinda guilty 2 cum 2 tink of it actualli.But aniwae,used up all e energy in me durin PE.I tot i was damn lousy 4 badminton-or so e mum says-but oh well.I'm quite a good player after all.haha.nora keep on bullyin arh...lolx.rite after recess,i'm lik a walking zombie cuz i was too tired...ended up drawin durin chem &amp; bio lessons 2 keep&amp;nbsp; awake without exertin too much energy.hehe.eng wasn't tt bad.jus listenin 2 hesley tokin,den had sum talkin session with e peeps ard .after sch was e best!We'd no clas,so went out wit nina &amp; kaili gain.ninzie'd a sudden crave 4 cup noodles,so we went 2 sun plaza n ate it,den i was still hungry so we wen to mac.n ppl from sembawang cdn't seem to understand e word "attached" huh??They were so darn rude tt i cld hav sued em.as in reli sue dem 4 misusin of hps wit cameras.yea?? ignorant buggers.we ended up goin to cwp mac.spent our remainin tim eatin mac nuggets gain.not to mention our non stop gossip session.lov it man! i'm jus so glad ma bf respect e tim i spent wit ma frenz n he wil try 2 not interfere even if hes at home doin nth jus so tt dey wil not b unhappi wit me.Hehe.but niwae.he had e NDP thingy 2dae,so it was lik gd 4 e both of us as none wld b bored.niwae i felt bad wen i 4got 2 help him buy food wen we met up after tt.haha.he didn't eat al day esp .made me feel guilty.niwae..hmmm.i mus comment tt i do feel happy&amp;nbsp;2 noe he loves 2 listen.jus lik i lov 2 tok &amp; no.i'm not tryin to make masef happi by sayin this.its jus i happen 2 notice tt he rather i tok non-stop den jus keep quiet cuz he jus feels tat sumthin is danm wrong if i were to keep quiet.so yea..we made a pact&amp;nbsp; 2 play badmintonwen i'm feelin betta...hehe..can't wait..wanna c how "great" a player tis once badminton captain is...haha...scared i embarress maself only n he acknowledge another daughter gain.adden 2 e cow collection,instead y miss moomoo cow &amp; lois's kukuneihei aika cow water bottle,we hav a e cow cow tt moosor ma 410 gers,fugly slut.haha was playin wit it e whole day.haha.den go custom told em dirty jokes tt i jus told shad&amp;nbsp; &amp; heard it from kaili,haiya.they dun hav dat great sense of humour.sianz..haha..thrash discussion wit many peeps,i notice n can't help wonder y tt wen we din't reli tt hapi wit a certain sum1.we dunno how 2 confront tt person as in duno&amp;nbsp; how 2 say it 2 their faces?*shrugs*u&amp;nbsp;no .u ppl who r readin&amp;nbsp;dis.dun u dare tink "oh,its only u"i'm not such a hypocrite lor.'I dare say wat i tink rite@ ur face' cuz its total&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;bullshit.u noe tt deep in ur hearts.but u noe y u nv admit tt.c'mon lo.even tho, i dun reali give 2 shits bout ppl insultin /showin their hatred straight on ma face,lik sasha once sayin she hates me rite on ma face wen i ask e reason 2 bein&amp;nbsp; disown.i didn't admire her guts,her frankwell.sumthin i reli can neva do.but yet @ e same tim,tt doesn't gives on e erite 2 go ard doin tt&amp;nbsp; al e tim esp if ur younger lo.cuz tt wld hav been disrespect n no one wil admire u .but ah in tokin crapp gain..thu i shal b gf 4 now.prelims tml.Byez. &lt;br /&gt;P.S-Promise 2 do an update on racial harmony day wen i get all pictures ready!! =) &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/6623088-109084989952099219?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109084989952099219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/109084989952099219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109084989952099219' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-108959783868960891</id><published>2004-07-12T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T09:43:02.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok erm. wat m i suppose 2 say? im in comp lab 3 now doin ma coursework part B.... so in e mean tim i hav e sudden urge 2 blog, so here i m. =)&lt;br /&gt;been doin alota readin durin e weekends. was so engross in those books i missed out on quite alota tv shows i planned 2 catch. heh.&lt;br /&gt;read &lt;em&gt;flyy girl&lt;/em&gt; -yea. dis is ma 3rd time readin it- and &lt;em&gt;diary of a groupie&lt;/em&gt; both by &lt;em&gt;omar tyree&lt;/em&gt;. now m tryin 2 finish &lt;em&gt;within a whisper&lt;/em&gt;. haha. at leas i manage 2 "4get" him 4 a while. or else i wil b moody n al. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;niwae. sat. we watch &lt;em&gt;mean girls&lt;/em&gt;. erm sori gers. but i stil wana watch wit u gers ya. den went out wit alina. haha it was fun. &lt;br /&gt;niwae. hmmm. sick of al dese shit goin on. rather juz focus on ma studies. im gona b gone nex yr niwae. therefore. y shld i even bother. its ma grades tts gona lead ma life not al dese bitchings tt r goin ard. yea. im developin back ma lower sec atti. i dun care if nione is gona hate me. it juz doesnt mata 2 me no mor. it neva did actuali. juz tt dere was a period of tim tt i did develop dis "wat u sae reli gona affect me cuz i cant imagine nione hatin me" but bla~ its stupid. i dislik ppl too. so wat the hell. juz spent gona ma las few mths in dis sch ma way. hav e tim of ma life n not givin 2 shits bout wat ppl tink bout me cuz dese ppl aint e one i noe i gona b seein 4 e res of ma life niwae. so yea. cal me a dog. i noe u guys hav been callin me tt. but u guys aint beta cuz it takes one 2 noe one. n btw. at leas. i dun   &lt;strong&gt;pretend&lt;/strong&gt;. m not tt mucha hypocrite/backstabber/2-sided faces lik u guys r.in fact. cuz of dese characteristics tt u guys hav, u had jus degraded yourselves. yes. there is abita al those i juz mention in everyone. i admit tt even i hav em. but at leas its not 2 tt mucha extreme tt u al hav. n tts wat makes me beta den u. take it or leave it. ciaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-108959783868960891?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/108959783868960891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/108959783868960891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108959783868960891' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-108936531831424363</id><published>2004-07-09T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T17:28:38.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes. im at his hse now. i guez e treat hafta b sum other day. sori alina!!&lt;br /&gt;niwae. i was in a damn evil mood yesterdae. 2 peeps fel 4 ma bonchaiwan a.k.a sweet trick. wahahah. pe was great. dis i swear. had e tim of ma life. we played wit no sorrows n troubles in our mind. its juz e ball n how we r gona score it. wahahah.&lt;/b&gt; i love it&lt;/b&gt;. oh \. n luckily i went on a shoppin spree yesterdae or else how m i gona bathe wit him absent from sch? we al hang our clothes on e table lik sum foreign immigrant. mrs ong was shock. haha. chem was damn funny lo. oh n after sch was great. durin our "outin" we sae e bitch. as del. tokin bout u. whole claz hates u btw. guez u noe tt by now. =) im typin dis in a rush. so i juz wana clear out sum misunderstandins b4 i go.&lt;br /&gt;1st of al. mimi? erm regardin wat happen on wed. amanda told me wat she told u. n i realize she made sum mistake. tho mayb it may not mata 2 u mayb cuz u hate me or sumthin, but stil i wana say this. i was angry. but e person wasnt u cuz it aint ur fault nor was it maiza. was angry wit him. but i guez tts abit of our private matas tt no one else reli can understan juz tt everyone tinks im e bad one. ha. ha. so ya. i juz wana sae this cuz i juz cant bear e tot of nione tinkin im doin or bein sumthin tt im not. so yup =)&lt;br /&gt;n wel i noe its a passe. but i read sara's blog. hmm. was it tt ppl alwaz 4eva misinterpret ma real meanin or izit tt ma eng is reli &lt;b&gt;THAT&lt;/b&gt; bad tt no one understans wat im tokin bout? i guez its e way i phrase thin tt got ppl alwaz tinkin im bein sarcastic or insultin or sum other shits. but nonetheless. if i were 2 eva b sarcastic, i wil NEVA put a smiley face. i did tt so as 2 seem friendly. n yes. i do accept insults. juz as long as ma tagboard is alive. i dun care wats on it? get wat i mean?! den u go ard tinkin e other way round n type it in a worse way. m i suppose 2 sit n smile? i dun do tt ya. juz tryin 2 b polite n appreciative 2 ppl taggin ma board n ppl tink im sarcastic n al. wth. even if i do hate sum1, i wun act lik one big fuck wen e person tok 2 me k? sick of ppl assumin im sumthin wen im not. &lt;br /&gt;so yea. 2daes oral was fun. -lik real.- but ma cher said i did wel. so yup.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. ma taggies were neva gone. its in e words2atot session. tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-108936531831424363?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/108936531831424363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/108936531831424363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108936531831424363' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-108900986151299238</id><published>2004-07-05T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T14:44:21.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.. ma mum n sis juz cant stop laughin at e "tata" tt he sent 2 her hp. they keep on tinkin tt its sum secret lov code msg... -_-"""&lt;br /&gt;niwae. hmm. bra strap makes good hairband. &lt;br /&gt;did sum changes 2 ma blog.so i tink it mite b a bit troublesome 2 ma frez wen they wana tag n al. sori bout tt niwae. esp wen blogger is lik abit fucked up dis days.. wel at leas 2 ma comp tt is...&lt;br /&gt;m suppose 2 study chem 2dae.... hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-108900986151299238?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/108900986151299238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/108900986151299238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108900986151299238' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-108894807886477348</id><published>2004-07-04T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T21:34:38.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suddenly fel stupid. yea i do. =(. but i dun tink i wana cal up nibody. im lik lazy? i tink i shld use this feelin 2 mak me study. lik i alwaz do. haha. cant wait 4 tues gona do sumthin tt i almos did las yr. but shit happened. n onli ma guy hd a go 4 it. heh. not gona let it slip away from me gain. deres gona b 2 alenes dis yr. 2 make up 4 las yr mayb? haha. bye 4 now. im gona study. haha.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-108894807886477348?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/108894807886477348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/108894807886477348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108894807886477348' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623088.post-108894573639059199</id><published>2004-07-04T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T20:55:36.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. im lik one of e mos forgetful person. if it aint 4 readin at kaili's blog i wld hv toali 4got bout ma fNn... damn.niwae hmm. im curretly not tt satisfied wit ma blog.cuz it aint as purfect as i wan it 2 b. i wil try 2 improve it i gues. wel. watch  &lt;em&gt;spiderman 2&lt;/em&gt; wit him yesterdae. we were unlucky. it was so ful we got e 2nd row seats. hate goin out on weekeds. e whole place is lik full of peeps. i cant tolerate squeezin. n i cant tolerate squeezin wit e crowds. so yea. niwae b4 tt. hung out at kaili's place. spent lik e whole mornin dere haha. it was fun. niwae. i muz comment tt i lik kaili's sis. she got tt thang tt makes u admire her in a way. u wil noe if u eva c her one day =) niwae. yea. he was late. den b4 goin in. he had 2 ans a ger's cal. sumtin in tt cal got me piss off. so i was lik "oh. gona meet a ger lata on huh". tried 2 open e door -its been a long tim since i hav been 2 cwp 2 watch movies"- so wen i finali open it. i walked in wit a major atti pro. i was damn fucked up. so fucked up i screamed at a boy bhind me 2 stop kickin e chair. wel he did did tt. so yea. he was angry at 1st 4 accusin him wt da ger. but his anger ease off. esp wen i scream at tt kid. n im glad he manage 2 fel it. at leas ma 17th mths wit him wasnt wasted. n yes it was e 1st day of ma menses. n dis is how bad ma temper can b. i reli thank al those peeps ard me 2 b able 2 tolerate dis al dese while. esp him. haha =p. spiderman wasnt as borin as i tot it wl b. worth wachin i gues. niwae. im oso glad he paid heed2 wat i normally said. a dese while i tot tt he jus listen 2 me as i tok 2 him bout everythin. i idntxpect him 2 bear em in mind. lik e movie &lt;em&gt;mean girls&lt;/em&gt;. once told him i fel lik watchin it. he noes i wan 2.so yesterdae wen he caled. he told me tt mean girls was at 7pm even w/o me askin him. so ya. i noe. its no big deal. but wateva ya? i juz tink its sweet. niwae. den hor. 1/2way watchin e movie. ma cramp started. so terrible i almos cried. o n after soooooooo loooooooong. hes finali by ma side wen i had cramps. normally its durin lesson in which i cant hav him. so yea. it was damn comfortin esp wen he keep on strokin ma head. hehe. niwae. wateva la. we were walkin outa cwp. den a very gorgeous malay ger walked pas she was in black tube n black pants n dark shades. sounds lik a minah? but i doub she reli is one tho her dressin sound lik one. niwae. she was stickin her nose high up in air and i was lik "wow. shad. aint she pretty" n he was lik. "o i noe her. she use 2 hang out wit king they al. heard she smells". haha. so much so 4 everythin. nobody is purfect i gues. haha. &lt;br /&gt;nothin much hapen 4 2dae. niwae peeps. go 2 nina's blog. tt wil b e current watch im aimin 4. bunnysutra by swatch. wahha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623088-108894573639059199?l=sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/108894573639059199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623088/posts/default/108894573639059199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlysadistic.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108894573639059199' title=''/><author><name>tots were scribbled</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></entry></feed>
