<?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-8789213</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:29:50.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the MISSING</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111720708585775251</id><published>2005-05-27T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T23:18:05.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHMYGOD.&lt;br /&gt;just now there was a HUGE roach in my room!&lt;br /&gt;LIKE AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;then danica saved the day.&lt;br /&gt;me and the mother were like, &lt;br /&gt;"you go sweep it."&lt;br /&gt;"no! you go sweep it."&lt;br /&gt;"i hold the broom and sweep, you hold the dustpan"&lt;br /&gt;"NO! later sweep on my leg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us like, phobia.&lt;br /&gt;shahrzard will be leaving tmr.&lt;br /&gt;): gonna miss her.&lt;br /&gt;i think her purple contacts are pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leah! how come you dont reply my messages hur.&lt;br /&gt;box you okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the roach was freakin big.&lt;br /&gt;watched batman on HBO.&lt;br /&gt;i think that robin guy is quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, that cheryl and jade are crazy over that&lt;br /&gt;star wars jedi knight.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt think they'd be interested in things like that.&lt;br /&gt;HAHH. &lt;br /&gt;my room reeks of baygon.&lt;br /&gt;YUCK,&lt;br /&gt;but thankyou truck loads to macho dan who smacked the roach flat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111720708585775251?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111720708585775251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111720708585775251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111720708585775251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111720708585775251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/05/ohmygod_27.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111719091354667330</id><published>2005-05-27T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T18:48:33.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;two more days til chinese Os.&lt;br /&gt;til then,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today half the class didnt come school.&lt;br /&gt;we had mass.&lt;br /&gt;it was mega boring.&lt;br /&gt;but then, argh. what can i do.&lt;br /&gt;school was damn boring okay.&lt;br /&gt;then its like have to clean up ms lee's class.&lt;br /&gt;her CARPET. okay. OMG. its dusty 100%&lt;br /&gt;and her fridge food, orange whatsoever is mouldy.&lt;br /&gt;rahh. thanks alot okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went gwc with mich.&lt;br /&gt;lela not there.&lt;br /&gt;she sad.&lt;br /&gt;haha. no fate.&lt;br /&gt;i got a lot.&lt;br /&gt;study until want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;ate ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;again want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;left macs.&lt;br /&gt;i saw aisha boyfriend again.&lt;br /&gt;as usual he was dancing to the song at McCafe when the cashier was emptty.&lt;br /&gt;we went to eat ice cream again!&lt;br /&gt;i like.&lt;br /&gt;im a ice cream fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;rachel suggested that the goofy goobers should go out one day&lt;br /&gt;and get the BEST ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;yes. im excited please.&lt;br /&gt;eat to much ice cream. need to shit.&lt;br /&gt;RAH. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you there are phrases i like.&lt;br /&gt;"har! in your face."&lt;br /&gt;"eat my shorts."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111686184583924329</id><published>2005-05-23T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T23:24:05.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hit the arcade and ate jack's place.&lt;br /&gt;with danica, dad and dana.&lt;br /&gt;we were like making a joke out of everything in jack's place.&lt;br /&gt;i left a five cents tip and my dad suggested to leave a panadol there.&lt;br /&gt;he said the person see the five cents, then say "aiya headache"&lt;br /&gt;haha. but he ate the panadol in the end.&lt;br /&gt;he also hid one empty angbao under the table coaster. haha.&lt;br /&gt;funny shit.&lt;br /&gt;then we played in the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;play basketball halfway&lt;br /&gt;shanna appeared and covered danica's eye.&lt;br /&gt;then when she driving car we go cover her eye.&lt;br /&gt;she screams like a gay.&lt;br /&gt;laugh it out man. haha&lt;br /&gt;we left.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go bowling.&lt;br /&gt;but SHIT it was full.&lt;br /&gt;so we left.&lt;br /&gt;fetched mum,&lt;br /&gt;we all went grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's ponning tuition tmr. haah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for school.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to get my results back,&lt;br /&gt;though i know i'll prob flunk everything.&lt;br /&gt;AHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then.&lt;br /&gt;tell you what.&lt;br /&gt;my stupid zentouch is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i dropped my phone and it slid under a car at the carpark!&lt;br /&gt;so difficult to get it out okay.&lt;br /&gt;and it dropped on a puddle of water&lt;br /&gt;which was quite saddening.&lt;br /&gt;haha i hit dad's cast twice today&lt;br /&gt;which led him screaming in silence.&lt;br /&gt;ABCDE AHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont wanna fall to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna sit and stare at you&lt;/strong&gt; ? &lt;br /&gt;har!thats funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111686184583924329?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111686184583924329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111686184583924329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111686184583924329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111686184583924329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/05/hit-arcade-and-ate-jacks-place.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111682643697753897</id><published>2005-05-23T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T18:50:33.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dancing bears&lt;br /&gt;painted wings&lt;br /&gt;things I almost remember&lt;br /&gt;and a song&lt;br /&gt;someone sings&lt;br /&gt;once upon a december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone holds me safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;horses prance through a silver storm&lt;br /&gt;figures dancing gracefully&lt;br /&gt;across my memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far away&lt;br /&gt;long ago&lt;br /&gt;glowing dim as an ember&lt;br /&gt;things my heart used to know&lt;br /&gt;once upon a december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone holds me safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;horses prance through a silver storm&lt;br /&gt;firgures dancing gracefully&lt;br /&gt;across my memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far away, long ago,&lt;br /&gt;glowing dim as an ember,&lt;br /&gt;things my heart&lt;br /&gt;used to know,&lt;br /&gt;things it yearns to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a song&lt;br /&gt;someone sings&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a December&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111682643697753897?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111682643697753897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111682643697753897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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really exciting&lt;br /&gt;me, leah, lala, cla, tong, fel went to west coast.&lt;br /&gt;we played an obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;the white team and the black team.&lt;br /&gt;white team wore white.&lt;br /&gt;black team wore black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was funk.&lt;br /&gt;the flying fox, then pyramid, then climbing.&lt;br /&gt;haha. aye we took many many pictures.&lt;br /&gt;then we played many omg things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, then we had competition.&lt;br /&gt;we sat on two spinning thing.&lt;br /&gt;then spin around and around,&lt;br /&gt;then stop and run towards each other is opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;people wanted to puke please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we climbed, high and low, up and down.&lt;br /&gt;like everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;we left then.&lt;br /&gt;was heading for town.&lt;br /&gt;then i decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccff00;"&gt;it was really fun at west coast.&lt;br /&gt;and to you and you and you or whosoever.&lt;br /&gt;yak if you must.&lt;br /&gt;because the happy ones were us.&lt;br /&gt;not you.&lt;br /&gt;deep down, whosoever knows.&lt;br /&gt;are you really happy?&lt;br /&gt;or are you living in a life of sham.&lt;br /&gt;i've been tolerating.&lt;br /&gt;dont test it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE YEA.&lt;br /&gt;my infrared thing works please.&lt;br /&gt;i called up samsung.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE FOR ONCE they were working.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i call they close.&lt;br /&gt;close so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at bukit merah intrchange&lt;br /&gt;there was this girl picking her nose.&lt;br /&gt;i caught her red handed&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt say anything&lt;br /&gt;then i went stood there waiting for the bus&lt;br /&gt;and she kept peeping at me&lt;br /&gt;she think not obvious&lt;br /&gt;but excuse me, it is.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to tell her&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me, please carry on picking your nose and stop being so nosey&lt;br /&gt;about how other people look like and what they're doing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my computer can message people.&lt;br /&gt;so i ZOOM and reply very fast. cause i type!&lt;br /&gt;haha it rocks man.&lt;br /&gt;i love that infrared thuing very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im quite disappointed actually.&lt;br /&gt;it might seem like i take things in my stride,&lt;br /&gt;but i dont.&lt;br /&gt;it may seem like im so "happy go lucky"&lt;br /&gt;but its not.&lt;br /&gt;time and again i tell myself it'll stop&lt;br /&gt;but it still happens.&lt;br /&gt;i may seem like i dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;or i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;but inside im really irritated.&lt;br /&gt;I CANT TAKE IT NO MORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111649290552213295?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111613548539212492</id><published>2005-05-15T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T13:38:05.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TSK.&lt;br /&gt;i think staying home is NOT a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;i hate everything.&lt;br /&gt;its so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR im going t leave after mid years are over.&lt;br /&gt;ajkhdsdfgjkdg&lt;br /&gt;pisser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111613548539212492?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111613548539212492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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okay today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;every since morning.&lt;br /&gt;dad bought the infrared thing.&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt work.&lt;br /&gt;and no one gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;and im sick and tired of all those nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;its like raining heavily now.&lt;br /&gt;the thunder is so damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;just sit on my bed, off the lights,&lt;br /&gt;draw the curtains and look at the thunder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111608351450559571?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111608351450559571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111608351450559571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111608351450559571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111608351450559571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-hasnt-exactly-been-okay-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111599954794685680</id><published>2005-05-13T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T23:52:27.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;friday the thirteen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad omen.&lt;br /&gt;chemistry paper sucked like hell.&lt;br /&gt;shit i mugged like mad and then?!&lt;br /&gt;ARG.&lt;br /&gt;all never come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school went cine cafe cartel.&lt;br /&gt;the nuggets was ohmygod.&lt;br /&gt;we had bread with cheese and butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leah and i ran off to the loo.&lt;br /&gt;played with her hair.&lt;br /&gt;we ahah here. ahah there.&lt;br /&gt;fel came. they both went back with woohoo hair.&lt;br /&gt;then leah's was new and improved!&lt;br /&gt;so both got woohoo hair.&lt;br /&gt;i create one leh.&lt;br /&gt;sheila came. she thre that pile of wet tissue on tong's paper/&lt;br /&gt;she yelled.&lt;br /&gt;clarissa so hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;WOAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me and fel bored. went shopping, people watching.&lt;br /&gt;then on our way from heeren back,&lt;br /&gt;these two girls blew whistle at us, passedf us a "ticket" and said&lt;br /&gt;"you've been blown"&lt;br /&gt;its a ticket. like as in. fine. summon.&lt;br /&gt;its t advertise for parking lot pimp. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so original please.&lt;br /&gt;that ticket really looks like some fine man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at heeren i stood there watching mtv whateer things.&lt;br /&gt;edison = mega hotness.&lt;br /&gt;he licked this girl's ear.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;aye tmr got the perfect 10 dare show.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go shitlessly!&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;aiya. no one dare to go.&lt;br /&gt;thus i am daring!&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minah's blog is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;she say people follow her? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;anw, im am NOT angry with you please.&lt;br /&gt;over one letter? where got so petty.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i just telling you only what.&lt;br /&gt;so sensitive ah? ahhah (:&lt;br /&gt;and ar. idont have spiky hair man.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. you so small. SMALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111599954794685680?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111599954794685680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111599954794685680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111599954794685680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111599954794685680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/05/friday-thirteen-bad-omen.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111590226006439474</id><published>2005-05-12T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T20:51:00.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOCIAL STUDIES!&lt;br /&gt;arg. i got no time to finish.&lt;br /&gt;my hand got cramp.&lt;br /&gt;write like some bullet train&lt;br /&gt;go zoom!&lt;br /&gt;so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;after schhool me and mich were so kiasu,&lt;br /&gt;we ran here and there.&lt;br /&gt;GHSOT/&lt;br /&gt;we ran to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;we ran to catch the bus.&lt;br /&gt;you know why we ran?&lt;br /&gt;to eat macdonalds breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;YAY so happy.&lt;br /&gt;i want t eat a sausage agg mcmuffin meal every morn.&lt;br /&gt;its so yummy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later it was as if the whole of the sch went to harbourfront macs.&lt;br /&gt;so we left to find another quiet place.&lt;br /&gt;we went to the food court.&lt;br /&gt;started cannot study one man.&lt;br /&gt;as in, liike, i was so damn distracted.&lt;br /&gt;during lunch time! do you know all the working people&lt;br /&gt;who go t eat are like the students in our sch during recess?&lt;br /&gt;got different shifts.&lt;br /&gt;uppersec recess and lower sec recess.&lt;br /&gt;so many thing ah.&lt;br /&gt;then me and mich are the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;sit there rot and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go this couple ah.&lt;br /&gt;middle age one.&lt;br /&gt;woman in pink, man in green.&lt;br /&gt;she kept staring at us.&lt;br /&gt;like she is so god damn ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;she put on her specs when she is observing people&lt;br /&gt;and then she takes it off when she reads the paper.&lt;br /&gt;she and her husband can sit there for whole two hours reading the same newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;woah. champion man.&lt;br /&gt;and then that woman's eye look very irritating.&lt;br /&gt;she stared at people with that "look at me, look at me! i discriminate!" face.&lt;br /&gt;want t box her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked about the chem reactivity thing.&lt;br /&gt;the pig scolds cat madly blah blah. then we talked about the last part.&lt;br /&gt;the "come see good show"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. i tell you. so funny.&lt;br /&gt;we changed the C S G from come see good-showw&lt;br /&gt;to Claudine shit gold. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and claudine shit goldfish&lt;br /&gt;and claudine shit golfballs.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dara:you know chad michael murray alot of people pronounce as "khad"&lt;br /&gt;mich : chad~ cat~ meow!&lt;br /&gt; then i just kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;then mich: dont keep laughing, later golf balls come out of your nose.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;so ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;i like the yamaha electronic drum set.&lt;br /&gt;OHMAN.&lt;br /&gt;get me one.&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;br /&gt;i will save money now and learn after O's.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;independance man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i liek the hbf toilet.&lt;br /&gt;its so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;and the soap is so damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;one day i shall get leah to go to that toilet to vain with me.&lt;br /&gt;michelle dont give me time to mirror fantasize.&lt;br /&gt;BOX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were hungry.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to the shilin taiwan street snacks.&lt;br /&gt;bought XXL.&lt;br /&gt;then nurul ar, behind me then call me .&lt;br /&gt;hahaha . aiya. when buy finish i go find her, she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;she went to look at rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know that hbf third floor can spy on people?&lt;br /&gt;just look down.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah we spotted a few.&lt;br /&gt;and one example. boo and xinni.&lt;br /&gt;mich took this really bad picture of xinni.&lt;br /&gt;her mouth was wide open. AHHAH.&lt;br /&gt;want t see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept wanting to go on those put in 20 cent rides.&lt;br /&gt;but then mich run away and say "dont malu me"&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to sit on that dolphin man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate that cheese boat thing.&lt;br /&gt;bernice is right man.&lt;br /&gt;its yummy.&lt;br /&gt;but michelle odnt like it.&lt;br /&gt;i think its pretty nice for something thats like, simple.&lt;br /&gt;HLAH.&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;omg. nine o clock show coming.&lt;br /&gt;watch instant karma as people die one after another,&lt;br /&gt;wow. how original. ahah&lt;br /&gt;but i must watch that dramatic show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111590226006439474?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111590226006439474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111590226006439474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111590226006439474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111590226006439474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/05/social-studies-arg.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111580448028980184</id><published>2005-05-11T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T17:41:20.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ouch. i sat on zip lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s'been long since i've updated.&lt;br /&gt;aiya.&lt;br /&gt;mid years!&lt;br /&gt;i feel like boxing the MOE.&lt;br /&gt;you know today the mid year in the hall&lt;br /&gt;then it was so damn HOT.&lt;br /&gt;i was sweating the shit out of my peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;and it was so HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lit also SO HOT&lt;br /&gt;and when im hot&lt;br /&gt;i cant think man.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. install aircon please.&lt;br /&gt;tmr YES!&lt;br /&gt;i got no a maths.&lt;br /&gt;so i can go and eat macdonalds breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;aye i think i got so many kazillion months never eat already.&lt;br /&gt;HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is social studies. aiya.&lt;br /&gt;i think i give up already.&lt;br /&gt;see? thats why i came online.&lt;br /&gt;anw. just now i watched the house of wax movie life on MTV.&lt;br /&gt;its like. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;you know they actually really go and wax the Wane guy?&lt;br /&gt;they really really use REAL wax man.&lt;br /&gt;so scary.&lt;br /&gt;then chad michael proposed to this girl. sophia? i think she's his chick.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you he so romantic.&lt;br /&gt;he bought like a hundred candles and bouquet of flowers and lit it all up.&lt;br /&gt;then he made this "i love you" word using christmas lights all over the tennis court.&lt;br /&gt;liike woah.&lt;br /&gt;but he said if shhe says "no", he has eighteen floors to jump. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;over dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;i think! i think.&lt;br /&gt;then paris hilton like, cause so much trouble. she got dont know what thing attack.&lt;br /&gt;then everyone have to wait for her.&lt;br /&gt;she quite big shot heh?&lt;br /&gt;oh. and she was supposed to work out.&lt;br /&gt;and MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;you dont know how many people were looking at her when she was running&lt;br /&gt;at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;her bodyguard was like "you see people typing messages on their phones"&lt;br /&gt;i think pretty soon people would mob her and try to touch her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she cook chaota bread leh.&lt;br /&gt;and she has this pair of ugly shades and brown wig to hide her identity.&lt;br /&gt;AHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt; ithink i must study man!&lt;br /&gt;AIYA. actually no point also.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow its gonna be so hot im just going to forget e verything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE! i should bring those small fan thing.&lt;br /&gt;HAH. then put on my table and fan me when im doing the paper.&lt;br /&gt;its so damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;i think people can die of stroke in the hall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111580448028980184?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111580448028980184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111580448028980184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111580448028980184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111580448028980184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/05/ouch.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111548453021752898</id><published>2005-05-08T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T00:48:50.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. im so damn tempted to go for the Perfect 10 dare show thing.&lt;br /&gt;ITS like.&lt;br /&gt;i want to do the dare, get money&gt;KACHING! and yell&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT TEN DARED ME TO!&lt;br /&gt;i've been wanting to go down for a week already.&lt;br /&gt;but like, i just cant find the ideal person to go with me.&lt;br /&gt;any takers?&lt;br /&gt;call me baby. HAAH.&lt;br /&gt;like, so austin powers.&lt;br /&gt;shall we shagg now or shall we shag later.&lt;br /&gt;erika will say "shag never"&lt;br /&gt;that cute thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111548453021752898?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111548453021752898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111548453021752898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111548453021752898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111548453021752898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/05/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111548379601655741</id><published>2005-05-08T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T00:37:31.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY CHRISTIE DAY! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO.&lt;br /&gt;just went studying just now with leah at macs.&lt;br /&gt;im glad to know that i didnt overspent.&lt;br /&gt;bought present for the MOTHER and christie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did social studies today.&lt;br /&gt;am i &lt;strong&gt;hardworking&lt;/strong&gt; or what. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel happy today.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;leah say today is a sad day.&lt;br /&gt;but im happy. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but she was happy because she did maths.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you Mcdonalds has so many freaks and geeks im going crazy&lt;br /&gt;being surrounded by those people.&lt;br /&gt;this guy was in pink.&lt;br /&gt;he;s so gay&lt;br /&gt;and his friends were noisy then we change place.&lt;br /&gt;i hate la.&lt;br /&gt;then later this girl "celestine" had a birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;they were playing that childish song. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ntuc, i was like pushing my panty down cause it was like, rising.&lt;br /&gt;so i pushed it under my hips.&lt;br /&gt;and this fat man watching.&lt;br /&gt;i turn around and said "uh, free show ah"&lt;br /&gt;and said all those nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;OEI he still staring.&lt;br /&gt;so nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. then i walked to the chocolates section&lt;br /&gt;and i saw him again.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk. i told leah he following me.&lt;br /&gt;want to see some more.&lt;br /&gt;so i followed him and made really wierd noises and hid behind the columns.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i bet he's thinking the world has gone mad.&lt;br /&gt;i bought something real childish for christie.&lt;br /&gt;but i like it. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;i need to buy the infared port and quick!&lt;br /&gt;its so damn important.&lt;br /&gt;my friendster images have been stationary there because my digi cam is PIANG.&lt;br /&gt;CHEANG this is all your fault.&lt;br /&gt;RRRRROOOOARRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been living on instant food for days!&lt;br /&gt;im going to die with excess MSG in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instant noodle, instant soup, instant mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;what other instant food are there ?&lt;br /&gt;instant porridge.instant pizza, instant popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;everything is instant.&lt;br /&gt;instant food can cause instant death!&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; is a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is mothers day.&lt;br /&gt;the day all children fear in &lt;em&gt;agony&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;all the mother's will try to act nice.&lt;br /&gt;because its mother's day and they dont want to piss themselves off.&lt;br /&gt;other's pretend nothing is happening and act like a monster still when its mom;s day.&lt;br /&gt;some sit back and watch their kids sweep and clean up the house cause its mom's day.&lt;br /&gt;majority think they're god just cause the day is celebrated for them.&lt;br /&gt;little do they know that &lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt; is only a one day thing.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. enjoy it man. its not my problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111548379601655741?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111548379601655741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111548379601655741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111548379601655741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111548379601655741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-christie-day-boo.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111538457003364295</id><published>2005-05-06T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:02:50.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today lesson was superfly slack.&lt;br /&gt;LTT make me so angry man.&lt;br /&gt;she gave us free period and asked us to study,&lt;br /&gt;then i wanted to take my chem notebook or i cant do chem.&lt;br /&gt;so small thing if dont allow just say no,&lt;br /&gt;why must she lecture me?&lt;br /&gt;then so i went to do maths.&lt;br /&gt;then she dont allow people to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;then i dont know how to do cause cannot discuss.&lt;br /&gt;then so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;so many god damn restrictions&lt;br /&gt;and i cant do anything.&lt;br /&gt;so icrushed my paper and stare at her, frowning.&lt;br /&gt;ASJDKFd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to visit the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;its expensive man.&lt;br /&gt;aiya.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today left school with leah, cla, tong and julie.&lt;br /&gt;on our way to town i told them the scenes in house of wax&lt;br /&gt;and everyone was so disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i think they would have just dropped dead if they saw it.&lt;br /&gt;yuck.&lt;br /&gt;im still in trauma over the skin peeling event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went maestro bistro.&lt;br /&gt;food ex.&lt;br /&gt;see and run away.&lt;br /&gt;but the ice cream is appealing though.&lt;br /&gt;i shall drool over it some time later.&lt;br /&gt;but dont have rum and raisins.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall just eat ben and jerry's or venezia ice cream instead.&lt;br /&gt;went yoshi.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to draw money, then to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;CINE B1 toilet has alot of mini roaches!&lt;br /&gt;OMG. like i saw so many and its so hair standing.&lt;br /&gt;met sheila and fel.&lt;br /&gt;we all studied.&lt;br /&gt;then that leah huh.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you she say go toilet with fel and sheila actually she&lt;br /&gt;went to buy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;sheila go buy lip gloss and leah bought nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;BOX them.&lt;br /&gt;always so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went mount E.&lt;br /&gt;then when me and leah started to play ladder and snakes that tong came out.&lt;br /&gt;WOAH man, nice timing huh?&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. today in class so funny.&lt;br /&gt;i hold one raisin in my hand then i clench my fists.&lt;br /&gt;i tell people to come near,&lt;br /&gt;then i say, "i show you something"&lt;br /&gt;then when i open i ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;then they all scared that time i throw the raisin into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! melissa was scared. i saw that face man!&lt;br /&gt;hoho. then the aaaa-choo thing also.claudine freaked!&lt;br /&gt;i officially declare jude cheng to be dara's prank imitator.&lt;br /&gt;bernice was singing "the moon represnts my heart" in class.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;joyce fell asleep while she was reading some book.&lt;br /&gt;i poked wingyan's hand. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and wingyan write nonsense on my accounts paper.&lt;br /&gt;she say my shit is banana's and its a fact. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. haha. today was one of those "no-bad-days" thing.&lt;br /&gt;if only everyday could be like that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starving.&lt;br /&gt;dad ate all the food i have nothiung to eat.&lt;br /&gt;so im eating cup noodles.&lt;br /&gt;is that sad or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;i held my pee from paragon all the way to mount E all the way to in the cab, all the way to novena MRT. and all the way to redhill mrt, and all the way home. OMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111538457003364295?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111538457003364295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111538457003364295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111538457003364295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111538457003364295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/05/today-lesson-was-superfly-slack.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111530231661733370</id><published>2005-05-05T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:11:56.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LIKE, excuse me miss.&lt;br /&gt;you got so many "standbyies".&lt;br /&gt;who do you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;the way you treat people is like dirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111530231661733370?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111530231661733370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111530231661733370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111530231661733370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111530231661733370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/05/like-excuse-me-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111530206631025308</id><published>2005-05-05T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:15:29.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i changed song please!&lt;br /&gt;aye i remember simple plan sang this at the concert&lt;br /&gt;but it was like, unknown back then.haha.&lt;br /&gt;yay i heard it before you all!&lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR FACE! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Everybodys screaming&lt;br /&gt;I try to make a sound but no one hears me&lt;br /&gt;Im slipping off the edge&lt;br /&gt;Im hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start this over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered&lt;br /&gt;And I cant explain what happened&lt;br /&gt;And I cant erase the things that Ive done&lt;br /&gt;No I cant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;ive got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As Im fading away&lt;br /&gt;Im sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111530206631025308?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111530206631025308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111530206631025308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111530206631025308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111530206631025308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-changed-song-please-aye-i-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111530191737053899</id><published>2005-05-05T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:05:17.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh huh, this my shit&lt;br /&gt;All the girls stomp your feet like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few times I've been around that track&lt;br /&gt;So it's not just gonna happen like that&lt;br /&gt;Because I ain't no hollaback girl&lt;br /&gt;I ain't no hollaback girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's right dude, meet me at the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;No principals,no student-teachers&lt;br /&gt;All the boys want to be the winner, but there can only be one&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna fight, gonna give it my all&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to you&lt;br /&gt;That's right I'm the last one standing, another one bites the dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you say this shit is bananas&lt;br /&gt;B-A-N-A-N-A-S&lt;br /&gt;(This shit is bananas)&lt;br /&gt;(B-A-N-A-N-A-S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. this song is funny.&lt;br /&gt;BANANAS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. yesterday was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LEAH DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you were lost.&lt;br /&gt;hha. but someway you found your way back.&lt;br /&gt;its the same application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. today town, mich, vankelly, huiyu.&lt;br /&gt;went lido.&lt;br /&gt;stupid lulu woman dont let us buy tickets for "house of wax'&lt;br /&gt;so we went to borrow ezlink from julie and leah&lt;br /&gt;then we watch ed at PS.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you its so damn gruesome.&lt;br /&gt;EW. im not going to elaborate la.&lt;br /&gt;i would suggest NOT to eat when you're watching.&lt;br /&gt;youll have leftovers. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paris hilton ah. tsk tsk. she died with a pole through her head.&lt;br /&gt;tragic death man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr studying pls. i left my water bottle in the cinema today.&lt;br /&gt;CRY!&lt;br /&gt;mich in the bus being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;her mouth cant close! haha.&lt;br /&gt;the small girl in front of us has a crush on her.&lt;br /&gt;huiyu go and call the woman behind her "old woman"&lt;br /&gt;ahha and its not soft man.&lt;br /&gt;its so loud please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought chocolate then i went home.&lt;br /&gt;its quite tiring.&lt;br /&gt;to think i wasted eight bucks to disgust myself.&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye mich! i used rawr long ago man. haha&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, its just a word.&lt;br /&gt;you scroll down and find my previous entries.&lt;br /&gt;i got write okay!&lt;br /&gt;HAR! in your face! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111530191737053899?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111530191737053899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111530191737053899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111530191737053899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111530191737053899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/05/uh-huh-this-my-shit-all-girls-stomp.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111501676652495973</id><published>2005-05-02T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T14:52:46.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYE. i feel so RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;inside is so MESSY.&lt;br /&gt;RAWR. i cant stand it man.&lt;br /&gt;dilemna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.sn uaamfaq uo 6u!o6 fj!lt alff!l.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111501676652495973?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111501676652495973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111501676652495973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111501676652495973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111501676652495973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-dare-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111496169555619069</id><published>2005-05-01T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T23:34:55.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just remembered i had to blog about this couple at greatworld we saw.&lt;br /&gt;they were so IN-the-70s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy was wearing BELL BOTTOM and white shirt.&lt;br /&gt;his belt was at HIS WAIST and it was EXTRMELY tight.&lt;br /&gt;so tight you could see the crumples on his blouse.&lt;br /&gt;he wore old fashioned reddish-orange shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl was wearing some dress. or rather skirt thing.&lt;br /&gt;it was EXPOSING her back of her bra.&lt;br /&gt;and her bra HAD LACE!&lt;br /&gt;and OMG. its flowery fanciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. they're freaks. maybe that's why they're meant for one another man.&lt;br /&gt;wherever they went. people stared okay. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;we follwed them for a while then we lost them! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. nuff said about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went west coast with leah.&lt;br /&gt;she was late! as usual. always late. late late. haha.&lt;br /&gt;okay. then we went running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we chilled at Macs.&lt;br /&gt;saw cogan again as usual.&lt;br /&gt;and i only brought 4 bucks today. how could i have survived man.&lt;br /&gt;im so damn thrifty!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this dog barked at us when we were leaving.&lt;br /&gt;scare me.&lt;br /&gt;at Macs got one irritating auntie who anyhow sweep floor.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like teaching her how to do it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to but my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we flew kite!&lt;br /&gt;it was irritating after a while.&lt;br /&gt;cause i think the string there spoil&lt;br /&gt;but envermind! i enjoyed it while it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;we saw brown cogan.&lt;br /&gt;but then not that nice after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we climbed the pyramid!&lt;br /&gt;must show off.&lt;br /&gt;cause leah felt sense of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;we took photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we climbed up some swingy thing and sat there.&lt;br /&gt;saw alot of cheap filipino maids flirting with lulu men.&lt;br /&gt;so YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;i mean. their not even supp to have relationships to start with.&lt;br /&gt;they way they wear and everything,&lt;br /&gt;they look as rich then those tai tais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay .then this guy keep looking.&lt;br /&gt;so i very smart okay!&lt;br /&gt;i pick up the phone and just pretend to call someone. then he dare not look already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we laughed at those kids who act smart.&lt;br /&gt;and those small kids who all almost fall off that wobbly bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were on a mission!&lt;br /&gt;to find brown cogan.&lt;br /&gt;but we went back to kite flying cause i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;then in the end.&lt;br /&gt;disappointement.&lt;br /&gt;the kite sucked.'hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we left.&lt;br /&gt;i bought jade and bernice their files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so money i can be loanshark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.95  - jade.&lt;br /&gt;1.95 -  bernice.&lt;br /&gt;1.55 -  joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all three i buy file for them. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;i supply files now.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to buy the infrared thing and fast!&lt;br /&gt;that thing will allow me to have a digi cam since now i dont have one.&lt;br /&gt;aiya. i think about my camera i think about CHEANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leah! sorry i couldnt stay and queue for bubble tea with you.&lt;br /&gt;i got scold me dad know. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but he just laughed it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for today man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you i need to cut my nails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111491446552044481</id><published>2005-05-01T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T10:27:45.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im currently waiting for leah.&lt;br /&gt;aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;no handphone = inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. that day go study with her at hbf. then hor.&lt;br /&gt;so many funny things happened.&lt;br /&gt;she eat apple crumble fly everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;and then this promote watch person came&lt;br /&gt;and i just leep staring at her.&lt;br /&gt;she was totally making a fool out of herself.&lt;br /&gt;and talking to herself.&lt;br /&gt;like she ask a question and she answer it.'haha.&lt;br /&gt;in the end she talk to herself also.&lt;br /&gt;she said "very expensive right? nevermind. dont buy, dont buy" and she left.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and behind me got this man in blue jersey numbered 30.&lt;br /&gt;i lean back lean back almost hit him but leah never say anything.&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;br /&gt;haha. then the yellowsleeve person also.&lt;br /&gt;aiyoyo.&lt;br /&gt;mock us.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to scold them.&lt;br /&gt;no one will understand this la.&lt;br /&gt;its our secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had science practical also. it was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to connect the circuit.&lt;br /&gt;but IM VERY GLAD I TESTED FOR CARBON DIOXIDE.&lt;br /&gt;haha. so proud right. ego la.&lt;br /&gt;then physics i dont know how to connect man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i was doing physics i saw felicia break her test tube.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then all those gooey green stuff came flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;mrs lim was like "go clean the table"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i dont know which way is the highest resistance on the rheostat.&lt;br /&gt;so i pssst pssst and tong.&lt;br /&gt;but she ignore me man.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i never told her anything after the practical.&lt;br /&gt;but i know she ignore me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;cant be never hear right&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the practical have to go to the audi to be "qurantined" which is very stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i mean. really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;then me and fel went to PULL the door back and&lt;br /&gt;kaiting tong adeline cla they all all trapped inside.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;'we win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mitch and i secret gathering.&lt;br /&gt;psst psst here psst psst there.&lt;br /&gt;it was a nice time talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;MWAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leonard's in thailand.&lt;br /&gt;haha. some service thing.&lt;br /&gt;aiya.thailand later tsunamis BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. tsunamis remind me about tong's friend&lt;br /&gt;who ate a tsunamis of food at seoul garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at great world when studying with leah that day&lt;br /&gt;we saw best denki cogan.&lt;br /&gt;sell toothbrush one.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. damn funny please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. alot of things in this post is very unknown.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care. i understand can already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later i have to drop buy bukit merah again.&lt;br /&gt;buying file for people can be murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i can leave my house now.&lt;br /&gt;she should be on her way la.&lt;br /&gt;okay. going westcoast man.&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111491446552044481?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111491446552044481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>OHMYGOD. my earhole is dying.&lt;br /&gt;BLOOD.&lt;br /&gt;red in colour;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111461411586882553?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111461411586882553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111461411586882553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111461411586882553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111461411586882553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/04/ohmygod.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111461394689580798</id><published>2005-04-27T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T22:59:06.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im damn pissed with fattybombom tan.&lt;br /&gt;he everyday pick on me.&lt;br /&gt;i want to complain.&lt;br /&gt;one more time and thats it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of conflict.&lt;br /&gt;inner and outer.&lt;br /&gt;happening today ah.&lt;br /&gt;aiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went town with mich, leah, cla, fel, tong.&lt;br /&gt;in the bus leah scream.&lt;br /&gt;good show for the public.&lt;br /&gt;tong and i fight in bus stop.&lt;br /&gt; I DONT CARE what happened but I WIN.&lt;br /&gt;mich and leah whisper at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;fel and clarissa got public flirting!&lt;br /&gt;on the staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so damn innocent.&lt;br /&gt;thats cause im too pretty for anyone aye.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked like ah lian and wanted to fight with jade.&lt;br /&gt;then her bus came.&lt;br /&gt;so funny la. i say want to fight is it? lets go lets go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate at cine's phil steakhouse.&lt;br /&gt;that kukubird guy thinks he's a big shot.&lt;br /&gt;he so damn rude la.&lt;br /&gt;like so attitude&lt;br /&gt;when we did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;then leah purposely spill all those sauce&lt;br /&gt;and she said "excuse can you help me clean this"&lt;br /&gt;he so attitude.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;then the chef mock us.&lt;br /&gt;something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;fudgetheir faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly they left.&lt;br /&gt;then left me mich and leah.&lt;br /&gt;we walked around , then we studied!&lt;br /&gt;saw some st nicks woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;we cheekopeh.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;leah go toilet so long i thought she fell in.&lt;br /&gt;when i went to search forher she not inside.&lt;br /&gt;noodles cause alot of problems by taking leah's phone.&lt;br /&gt;she really went missing for that 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;i gave michelle eighteenbucks.&lt;br /&gt;she better bring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a secret to tell jade.&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT TO BUY THE FILE.&lt;br /&gt;haha. sorry man.&lt;br /&gt;it was late just now so i didnt drop by to get the file.&lt;br /&gt;tmr. I PROMISE LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mother went insane.&lt;br /&gt;TSK. i cant tolerate another month in the house if this continues.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll just move over to karenyeo's.&lt;br /&gt;its better staying with her.&lt;br /&gt;cept, no tv to watch.&lt;br /&gt;better. can study man.&lt;br /&gt;somemore so near school i can just cross the road and im there.&lt;br /&gt;quite good.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i'll consider running away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate her la. at home people pick on me. in school fatty tan also.&lt;br /&gt;want to box and screw up their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr got geog. she ROARRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today geog i left my handbook in class.&lt;br /&gt;jaey and shanna took it.&lt;br /&gt;aye you all got read not.&lt;br /&gt;surely have right.&lt;br /&gt;so kpo huh.&lt;br /&gt;how can you all not have read.&lt;br /&gt;its so pretty i would have read it too.&lt;br /&gt;WHY. kpo kpo.&lt;br /&gt;what you all read i need to know and fast.&lt;br /&gt;my teeth!&lt;br /&gt;apple!&lt;br /&gt;good for teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i remember to bring an apple.&lt;br /&gt;its good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSK. stress la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111461394689580798?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111461394689580798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111461394689580798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111461394689580798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111461394689580798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/04/boo-im-damn-pissed-with-fattybombom.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111452117146098357</id><published>2005-04-26T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T22:53:25.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>excit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assembly freaky freaky.&lt;br /&gt;today the sec 3s had belt check.&lt;br /&gt;i think tomorrow its ours.&lt;br /&gt;freaky freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to bring an apple today.&lt;br /&gt;an apple a day keeps the doctor away.&lt;br /&gt;its important okay!&lt;br /&gt;learn from me.&lt;br /&gt;my teeth now dying.&lt;br /&gt;i must eat apple everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its pain man.&lt;br /&gt;so now i cannot eat ice cream everyday.&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never eat candy at all today!&lt;br /&gt;which is very sad cause everything is tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got eat clorets.&lt;br /&gt;considered not?&lt;br /&gt;i dont care. CANNOT. i must care.&lt;br /&gt;or my teeth later kena drilled.&lt;br /&gt;the dentist told me have to go for root canal if my teeth die more.&lt;br /&gt;and i scared. have to drill. and blah blah all those nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH BLAH-ING. -- unnessecary talk.&lt;br /&gt;i learnt from english class.&lt;br /&gt;im a good girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths ah, i felt smart.&lt;br /&gt;melissa and christie asked me&lt;br /&gt;what is three to the power of minus 2.&lt;br /&gt;and the calculator copy me!&lt;br /&gt;so i won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought the same file as joyce and i insisted that she copied me.&lt;br /&gt;she helplessly said "yes yes, i copy you"&lt;br /&gt;so funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess i eat my teeth pain again.&lt;br /&gt;i ate painkillers.&lt;br /&gt;they dont kill pain. they stop pain.&lt;br /&gt;so should be called painstoppers.&lt;br /&gt;see? cooler. i invent.&lt;br /&gt;remember. the inventor is &lt;strong&gt;dara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accounts was so boring just now i was "cooking" in class.&lt;br /&gt;wingyan cutting postcards&lt;br /&gt;and i took the leftovers and snipped them up.&lt;br /&gt;got:&lt;br /&gt;-veggies&lt;br /&gt;-ginger&lt;br /&gt;-garlic&lt;br /&gt;-PORK CHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accounts ended when i was beginning to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;so i tapao the 'food' and bring to geog class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i asked joyce and fel what they want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;so i cooked okay.&lt;br /&gt;i even cut fish.&lt;br /&gt;and the fish ah. i poke a lot of holes.&lt;br /&gt;then felicia say got pimples.&lt;br /&gt;but its not.&lt;br /&gt;you know take out the scales then got one dot one dot.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.im the best chef.&lt;br /&gt;then i cook noodles.&lt;br /&gt;got sotong also.&lt;br /&gt;look like french fries.&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;i was happy cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote "im the best CHEF" on joyce right thigh.&lt;br /&gt;fel wrote "chu chu ju" or whatsoever on her left thigh.&lt;br /&gt;she's a walking scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now before tution&lt;br /&gt;had lunch with joyce at tiong.&lt;br /&gt;she dont want to sit in one part of the foodcourt cause got alot of guys.&lt;br /&gt;AYERR. you shy ah. ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye jade i buy the red file to match your red R.O.X.Y word on your bag tomorrow la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at tuition i laugh until i want to shit.&lt;br /&gt;then i told her i need to shit.&lt;br /&gt;SHE GO AND ANNOUNCE CAN.&lt;br /&gt;she say loud loud  "YOU WANT TO SHIT AR"&lt;br /&gt;so paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i left.&lt;br /&gt;say byebye.&lt;br /&gt;on the train listen to zentouchh.&lt;br /&gt;before i know it.&lt;br /&gt;i was at redhill.&lt;br /&gt;i saw that old woman who wants to act pretty again.&lt;br /&gt;everytime after tuition will see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home.&lt;br /&gt;i dropped one hiroshima bomb.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like bombing again.&lt;br /&gt;alAMAK!. how?&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. can lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaey in the morning wrestle with me at the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;aye you . you touchn my nehneh and i dont know if you know.&lt;br /&gt;but i felt your slimy finger!&lt;br /&gt;you neh neh toucher la. admit. haha&lt;br /&gt;aiya. you read then read.&lt;br /&gt;i LET you read. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO. the fasdrasdrasdiasdeasdnasddasdsasdsasdtasdeasdr count hit 300.&lt;br /&gt;shh. secret.&lt;br /&gt;michelle go crazy! what pig bakua story?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111452117146098357?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111452117146098357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111452117146098357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111452117146098357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111452117146098357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/04/excit.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111452667058437167</id><published>2005-04-26T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T22:55:09.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanted to redeco my door back.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i was too caught up.&lt;br /&gt;tong ah, you want me to send you the video but you're never online.&lt;br /&gt;AHEM. tsk. tsk. your problem. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. im bored. are you?&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;sccroll and enjoy the prettyness.&lt;br /&gt;xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOUSEOVER IMAGES FOR CAPTIONS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" alt="mich and i playing jump-scissors-paper-stone." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v298/darryrawks/IMG_0790.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" alt="BIG HANKY PANKY going on. TONG and CHERYL." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v298/darryrawks/IMG_0865.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" alt="S4elizabeth." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v298/darryrawks/Picture045.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" alt="they took, i invade." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v298/darryrawks/Picture054.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="230" alt="shermaine, leah, yvonne, dara." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v298/darryrawks/Picture059.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111452667058437167?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111452667058437167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111452667058437167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111452667058437167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111452667058437167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-wanted-to-redeco-my-door-back.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111427710433098937</id><published>2005-04-24T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T01:27:00.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HA.HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. this is some deal with tong&lt;br /&gt;to type HA.HA!&lt;br /&gt;at the start of the entry.&lt;br /&gt;haha. dont know why la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. ytd went to collect class tee with karen, leah, tong, kaiting and wini.&lt;br /&gt;its damn big.&lt;br /&gt;and some fonts are ugly.&lt;br /&gt;wanna bet? people in class are going to complain about it.&lt;br /&gt;which is irritating.&lt;br /&gt;cause they have done nothing and talk alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. cause i also not happy with the shirt anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its quite prettty la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i bought fbt shorts.&lt;br /&gt;and tong bought track pants.&lt;br /&gt;i found my school shoe!&lt;br /&gt;but the one i wearing still havent spoil.&lt;br /&gt;so cant get the one i want.&lt;br /&gt;the sell fbt and tong's track pants guy cheeky.&lt;br /&gt;he say his waist 27. PUI.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk. he minah wannabe. haha.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we made alot of jokes.&lt;br /&gt;and all had to do with H----N&lt;br /&gt;haha. so funny okay.&lt;br /&gt;especially the put H----N in the bag one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft tong and kaiting and winifred left,&lt;br /&gt;me karen and leah ate KFC.&lt;br /&gt;we talked and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;about H----N again.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;then aft that karen left.&lt;br /&gt;me and leah studied at anchorpoint food court.&lt;br /&gt;she say go toilet, bluff me she go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to prank call karen but we forgot.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;im thinking about the sesame street song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a slacker today.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 12.&lt;br /&gt;watch tv til 3.&lt;br /&gt;i cant study cause my house downstairs have some dong dong cheang thing.&lt;br /&gt;so i walked 20 blocks away to some void deck.&lt;br /&gt;then all the mosquitoes bite me.&lt;br /&gt;so i left and went over to granny's.&lt;br /&gt;after blowing fan,&lt;br /&gt;i walked home.&lt;br /&gt;i bought two cornetto ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;how could i have given myself a treat without studying at all?&lt;br /&gt;but i did a little of maths and ss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. i cant study at home one.&lt;br /&gt;its so distracting.&lt;br /&gt;i just now listen to radio and shake booty.&lt;br /&gt;i watched new york minute again.&lt;br /&gt;mary kate and ashley WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i watched the video again.&lt;br /&gt;the one that tong filmed of cla.&lt;br /&gt;its so damn funny. like some comedy.&lt;br /&gt;can win grammy awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was on the phone with leah.&lt;br /&gt;her mother is funny.&lt;br /&gt;the way she order her mother to go sleep is funnier!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msn with mich just now.&lt;br /&gt;her dog shit everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;eey.&lt;br /&gt;her english suddenly power.&lt;br /&gt;i must start learning the dictionary and win her.&lt;br /&gt;hhaah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111427710433098937?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111427710433098937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111427710433098937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111427710433098937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111427710433098937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/04/ha.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111409256660955687</id><published>2005-04-21T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:16:57.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate my hair.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it like nuts.&lt;br /&gt;i saw this girl with really pretty hair.&lt;br /&gt;then damn jealous.&lt;br /&gt;today p10 came again.&lt;br /&gt;all the teachers faces were black.&lt;br /&gt;thus it was boring cause no one wanted to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;stupid fun-spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very very very very crossed with a certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;tolerate super long already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft school i went bukit merak library to study with joyce.&lt;br /&gt;around 4 or 5 this malay woman was irritating.&lt;br /&gt;she say cannot do homework here.&lt;br /&gt;box her face.&lt;br /&gt;library leh.&lt;br /&gt;why not man.&lt;br /&gt;anw, so we went macs.&lt;br /&gt;then leah joined.&lt;br /&gt;then at seven joyce left.&lt;br /&gt;and we studied til 8 plus.&lt;br /&gt;then we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye,&lt;br /&gt;go home.&lt;br /&gt;DID SOMETHING illegal. not that serious.&lt;br /&gt;but must hide from that bubble tea store.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. in case they remember .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anjana pinched me and PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;always pinching people. tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh anjana i want the car thing. PLEASE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111409256660955687?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111409256660955687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111409256660955687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111409256660955687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111409256660955687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-hate-my-hair_111409256660955687.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111400869668930038</id><published>2005-04-20T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T22:51:36.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was felicia's day.&lt;br /&gt;we had seoul garden! (:&lt;br /&gt;FELICIA, leah, tong, yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. everyone left one by one.&lt;br /&gt;then left leah and tong and me.&lt;br /&gt;then we go here there shop shop here shop shop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello uncle aunty?&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then left me and leah.&lt;br /&gt;i from the sky bright bright look for a file in popular until the sky darkened.&lt;br /&gt;we went to bukit merah library to study.&lt;br /&gt;or , otherwise, we did maths la.&lt;br /&gt;aiya. broken english. i dont care man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today!&lt;br /&gt;i cut hair.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;she always destory.&lt;br /&gt;i tell her already okay.&lt;br /&gt;she never hear.&lt;br /&gt;so bek chek.&lt;br /&gt;she make me got phobia of cuttinghair&lt;br /&gt;cause she makes it horrid.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my sec 3 start of the year hair.&lt;br /&gt;it was prettyful.&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took train.&lt;br /&gt;normally stop at redhill.&lt;br /&gt;but i wanted to try tanjong pagar.&lt;br /&gt;so i went.&lt;br /&gt;then i lost!&lt;br /&gt;so i call leah and i was SCARED.&lt;br /&gt;cause i lost and nobody and everything close.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly its like the movie "creep"&lt;br /&gt;haha. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;then i walking home. long journey&lt;br /&gt;and then run into fucker bengs.&lt;br /&gt;so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;everyone also want to kajiao.&lt;br /&gt;they keep disturbing me, so i turn and gave deadly stare.&lt;br /&gt;then they still yelling yelling.&lt;br /&gt;i walked past a dog, i smiled to the dog.&lt;br /&gt;then i said "doggy go bite their penis"&lt;br /&gt;AHAH. dont ask why okay.&lt;br /&gt;i just talked to the dog.&lt;br /&gt;then it just stared at me.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;why never bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind la.&lt;br /&gt;today damn irritating.&lt;br /&gt;after chem test.&lt;br /&gt;going locker with bernice,&lt;br /&gt;then it was sunny, and drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;so , shocked, i said "eh, raining ah"&lt;br /&gt;and some person said "no, snowing"&lt;br /&gt;like hello. VANESSA. think i never see your nametag huh.&lt;br /&gt;want to act big shot.&lt;br /&gt;big shot you still let people see your name.&lt;br /&gt;damn proud ah.&lt;br /&gt;i stopped in front of her and look at her.&lt;br /&gt;she loser la. talk no action.&lt;br /&gt;secretly i shall push her down one day where the lit book was stuck that day, on the lower deck roof.&lt;br /&gt;shithead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. tmr p10 deejays coming again.&lt;br /&gt;hpopefully we can go please.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaey is a nehneh toucher.&lt;br /&gt;but she chicken one.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i act cry then she return me my hairband.&lt;br /&gt;i win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111400869668930038?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111400869668930038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111400869668930038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111400869668930038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111400869668930038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/04/yesterday-was-felicias-day.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111373871611330070</id><published>2005-04-17T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T19:51:56.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday i was supposed to cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;but myra wasnt there. aiy.&lt;br /&gt;town, felicia.&lt;br /&gt;longjohn.&lt;br /&gt;shop shop!&lt;br /&gt;leah came.&lt;br /&gt;shop shop!&lt;br /&gt;wanted converse.&lt;br /&gt;no my leg size.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;took photosticker twice.&lt;br /&gt;alot of things that caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;greenbelt/fabricktee/paulfrankcrocodile-greenpencilbox/fleshimp-wristband.&lt;br /&gt;i like leah's skirt.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;felicia left.&lt;br /&gt;me leah.&lt;br /&gt;wheelocks.&lt;br /&gt;study chinese. O's are coming!&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;study study.&lt;br /&gt;so damn hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;contacted karen. (:&lt;br /&gt;that ryan didnt reply.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;we left.&lt;br /&gt;saw so many mutts and bengs.&lt;br /&gt;heart go boom boom.&lt;br /&gt;dont know where to eat.&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;went paragon 7-11 to eat cup noodles!&lt;br /&gt;then we had ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;then leah was super nice to go with me to bukit merah intrchng.&lt;br /&gt;reached home 10+, open the door and i smelt durian.&lt;br /&gt;they ate durian!&lt;br /&gt;then talked on phone will leah til 130. &lt;br /&gt;it was a nice chat (:&lt;br /&gt;aiya. alot of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no, hannah, not regarding you.&lt;br /&gt;dont be a big shot. &lt;br /&gt;we've got better things to talk about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of problem.&lt;br /&gt;she secret i secret.&lt;br /&gt;shhh.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i ate durain too.&lt;br /&gt;then my room stunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,&lt;br /&gt;woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;ate durian.&lt;br /&gt;scrub my hands.&lt;br /&gt;watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;got one mary kate and ashley olsen show.&lt;br /&gt;they pretty pretty.&lt;br /&gt;nickelodeon nothing nice.&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;go this paris hilton thing on mtv.&lt;br /&gt;she wear top to toe all green.&lt;br /&gt;like one papaya tree.&lt;br /&gt;then the wind blow.&lt;br /&gt;and WHOOSH her skirt like marilyn monroe.&lt;br /&gt;watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;then got mtv whatever things.&lt;br /&gt;edison accent is funny but i still cant catch.&lt;br /&gt;the aiya crew did stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;they pull down pants, put trumpet in the asshole,&lt;br /&gt;then they fart.&lt;br /&gt;then got music.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;one guy kept saying "fuck" then cannot hear anything except for all the TOOT TOOT sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr got school.&lt;br /&gt;dead man walking.&lt;br /&gt;i want to pon.&lt;br /&gt;so damn boring.&lt;br /&gt;oh YA. fizah want me to bring 30 week plan.&lt;br /&gt;yes, im so damn happy.&lt;br /&gt;tmr last guides meeting. is it?&lt;br /&gt;but i feel sad for yilin.&lt;br /&gt;friday she was like/aiya. shh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dropped my phone today for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;my heart shattered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111373871611330070?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111373871611330070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111373871611330070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111373871611330070'/><link rel='self' 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wanted very much to play.&lt;br /&gt;all you have to do is just shoot the ball in and you get a ticket to watch some movie and one converse basketball.&lt;br /&gt;IWANTED leh.&lt;br /&gt;but i was in school u.&lt;br /&gt;me and leah talked alot. secrets!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks leah!&lt;br /&gt;tmr hair cut!&lt;br /&gt;shit, i hope it turns out nice please.&lt;br /&gt;out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, i  have 5 testimonials okay.&lt;br /&gt;HUR. i must show off. hhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111357834499180996?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111357834499180996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111357834499180996' title='0 Comments'/><link 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so bent on correcting me or your whatsoever nonsense,&lt;br /&gt;talk to me face to face.&lt;br /&gt;dont avoid eye contact or avoid me in school.&lt;br /&gt;what, you chicken?&lt;br /&gt;and this is MY blog&lt;br /&gt;and MY opinion&lt;br /&gt;and MY problem,&lt;br /&gt;no one asked your opinion or point of view,&lt;br /&gt;so why dont you shut your trap.&lt;br /&gt;if you aint happy,&lt;br /&gt;dont come, did i beg you to come?&lt;br /&gt;no? then GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY.&lt;br /&gt;who's the bitch?&lt;br /&gt;who?&lt;br /&gt;who?&lt;br /&gt;you're looking at it in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;yea, thats right, hannah christine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111357455999094817?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111357455999094817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still very very excited about my new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. theres a psycho around.&lt;br /&gt;yuck. its a total turn off.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for ms lee's period we went to the bomb shelter there again.&lt;br /&gt;its damn smelly there.&lt;br /&gt;midori wants us to donate one dollar everyweek&lt;br /&gt;she is just plain crazy.&lt;br /&gt;for what , i asked.&lt;br /&gt;she said "pot luck." &lt;br /&gt;HUH? madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were twenty minutes late for accounts&lt;br /&gt;and the poon was annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;he is very TSK.&lt;br /&gt;but not as TSK as that fatty tan tan.&lt;br /&gt;always picking on me can.&lt;br /&gt;today i was so damn pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;always call my name.&lt;br /&gt;i TSKED at him so damn loud.&lt;br /&gt;and i shouted "wait la! no need to take ah"&lt;br /&gt;he so damn annoying. always call me can.&lt;br /&gt;so many people to shoot why must shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;you so fatty bombom.&lt;br /&gt;irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im addicted to ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;now, every recess i eat an ice cream cone.&lt;br /&gt;its so yummy.&lt;br /&gt;i think i have to cut down on my food since ice cream is permanently staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the library we increased jade's photocopy card to another 800.&lt;br /&gt;manual top up can.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. i seriously should get a card like that too.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to magicly make the card 8000 plus also.&lt;br /&gt;but cannot. its still twenty six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geography that mrs low make fun of me again.&lt;br /&gt;she equals to sucker.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like her and fatty tan tan.&lt;br /&gt;always pick on me.&lt;br /&gt;NOSE PICKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smelly finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then chemistry aaiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school went to joyce's house to swim!&lt;br /&gt;saw this few caucasian kids.&lt;br /&gt;then this small boy was climbing up and down and he was like totally naked.&lt;br /&gt;he was in a bathrobe but excuse me, everything can see.&lt;br /&gt;haha.he quite cute okay.&lt;br /&gt;then got this want to seduce us one/&lt;br /&gt;so shameless. so young only want to attract so much attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leah got stung by irritating bee.&lt;br /&gt;the honey vinegar was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;joyce brought it from upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppoed to apply on leah's finger.&lt;br /&gt;but i ate it. cause its delicious.&lt;br /&gt;after i eat till i think i should stop then i pour on her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and leah left,&lt;br /&gt;went to tea garden Mcdonalds to eat.&lt;br /&gt;we talked alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;all those necessary confessions. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that erika ah. tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adeline is dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;tmr i think erika gonne bring cane and whack her ass out.&lt;br /&gt;cause i told erika that adeline push me.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. erika take small things seriously and i have a feeling she will really bring cane.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;joyce today very bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;aye. cheer up la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you had fun when we seduce you to go Macs okay.&lt;br /&gt;but the cat never scratch you also. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. im happy!&lt;br /&gt;karen and kaiting allow me to change.&lt;br /&gt;nehnehneepoopoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw the bitch today like twice.&lt;br /&gt;and i hurled insults at her.&lt;br /&gt;excuse me miss, you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;i purposely broke something of yours.&lt;br /&gt;go figure, slut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111339726522621881?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111322702706878414</id><published>2005-04-11T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T21:43:47.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i skipped blogging for a LONG LONG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been busy with cl and everything.&lt;br /&gt;there's two full time liars and one part-time liar.&lt;br /&gt;I WORSHIP god i dont ever have to look at those rotten brats again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. very happy.&lt;br /&gt;finally got rid of the pest.&lt;br /&gt;her backup who doesnt know much thinks she knows alot.&lt;br /&gt;and made an empty threat.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday at the stadium shahrzard was there.&lt;br /&gt;we were fucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;but who won? us. we're the bigger party.&lt;br /&gt;that loser and her naive mother is just plain retarded and moronic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. she's out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;like erika said, that big fat liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye liar. or liar's friend&lt;br /&gt;or liar's another friend.&lt;br /&gt;read la.&lt;br /&gt;if i dare to publish i dare to let you see this.&lt;br /&gt;i dont pretend and play dumb like that liar.&lt;br /&gt;you wanna get back?&lt;br /&gt;try me.&lt;br /&gt;or would you rather me put your name here.&lt;br /&gt;go complain to your mummyhoney.&lt;br /&gt;then she can go complain to the principal.&lt;br /&gt;then thats when you try to cover up your dirty work.&lt;br /&gt;because so many witnesses against you.&lt;br /&gt;you're a goner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. we got third!&lt;br /&gt;its damn happening.&lt;br /&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;but it was damn screwed la.&lt;br /&gt;but i was glad the somersault turned out normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people laughed at me okay.&lt;br /&gt;then i was very crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was in two tails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a new phone!&lt;br /&gt;im friggin H-A-P-P-Y!&lt;br /&gt;its the slide one.&lt;br /&gt;SWOOSH! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. today after sports day &lt;br /&gt;townned with mich, wingyan, leah, bernice and felicia.&lt;br /&gt;we paired felicia with mich .&lt;br /&gt;hanky!&lt;br /&gt;then panky!&lt;br /&gt;i tell you okay.&lt;br /&gt;so damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;me and leah hid in one toilet cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;and bernice and wing hid in the one just next to it.&lt;br /&gt;then later me and bernice climbed up and talked. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;imagine people peeing then bernice saw. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wrestled. i won!&lt;br /&gt;im wrestling champ.&lt;br /&gt;i rock. ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i got evidence of erika and joyce in my phone.&lt;br /&gt;AHHA. laugh laugh at them okay.&lt;br /&gt;so damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;erika dont like caressa.&lt;br /&gt;obviously you-know-why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow got school eh.&lt;br /&gt;i want to pon. its damn boring.&lt;br /&gt;how can they put sports day today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left this SA-scout speechless.&lt;br /&gt;he was being damn proud and egoistical and terribly annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked how was their campfire. &lt;br /&gt;and he said "ask ure juniors wad isit like to go for a 18sch campfire"&lt;br /&gt;i cut him slack and just straightforwardly told him &lt;br /&gt;"nah. i cant be bothered to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what? show off is it.&lt;br /&gt;not first time already.&lt;br /&gt;keep showing off what 18 sch come for their campfire blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;talk to me about all those shit i not interested in. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;thats so not &lt;em&gt;chomel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111322702706878414?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111322702706878414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111322702706878414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111322702706878414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111322702706878414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-skipped-blogging-for-long-long-time.html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went the the audi toilet to yak with leah and felicia and chunlei.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had guides. alamak. the store room is damn messy.&lt;br /&gt;fought with crystal again. ahha.&lt;br /&gt;this time over the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the campfire debrief,&lt;br /&gt;went to hannah's to settle the complications.&lt;br /&gt;and hurray everything is settled with a peace treaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later i found out that hannah' sister is same class as dana.&lt;br /&gt;then we prank called dana.&lt;br /&gt;she was scared shitless okay.&lt;br /&gt;leah pretended to be the principal&lt;br /&gt;blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;it was just damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i played happpy birthday on the guitar and leah sang.&lt;br /&gt;its to melissa.&lt;br /&gt;its her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;so damn funky okay. its 0404.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later me, leah, pamela and melissa went to PS&lt;br /&gt;to eat long john.&lt;br /&gt;the hot and spicy chicken is very burning.&lt;br /&gt;we took photosticker.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HAPPY birtthday.&lt;br /&gt;we played lame stuff alright.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya. we played with the shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the PS toilet is very smelly.&lt;br /&gt;and on the escalator this small girl lift up my pinafore.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;we hunted arnd for the cl top.&lt;br /&gt;but DIFFICULT okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i want to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;im like, SO DAMN GUAI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111262803070730728?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111262803070730728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i couldnt wake up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;went to school for cl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the co-ordination was great!&lt;br /&gt;and ohhman.&lt;br /&gt;pamela is one laughing queen.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;i saw a major bitch.&lt;br /&gt;thng ailing.&lt;br /&gt;if you enjoy badmouthing me so much,&lt;br /&gt;look me IN THE EYE.&lt;br /&gt;dont dare to face me is it.&lt;br /&gt;big time loser.&lt;br /&gt;excuse me miss, death is just a jump away from any tall buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erika is declared as MINAH!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i took her wallet and hid it.&lt;br /&gt;then i threw it back at her.&lt;br /&gt;and then she thought that it was under her pom poms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the costume, i dont like.&lt;br /&gt;whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cl, town, wingyan, leah.&lt;br /&gt;ate burger king!&lt;br /&gt;saw so many angmohs.&lt;br /&gt;and im reminded about all those bitchy angmohs at the simple plan concert.&lt;br /&gt;i have this thing against them.&lt;br /&gt;irritated.&lt;br /&gt;saw a jogun! how to spell?&lt;br /&gt;got dimple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leah cant find mister 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;at 7-11 i was k-boxing.&lt;br /&gt;i sang with a what leah calls a constipated face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neoprints!&lt;br /&gt;so damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;i was in two tails.&lt;br /&gt;embarass.&lt;br /&gt;went to korean supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;i like the stuff there.&lt;br /&gt;its my permanent shopping must go place now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft that wing went home.&lt;br /&gt; and leah came over.&lt;br /&gt;we stayed here for a while.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to block 58 to do the steps.&lt;br /&gt;we were avoiding the mutts.&lt;br /&gt;they're nothing but trouble.&lt;br /&gt;then we finsihed the co-ordination.&lt;br /&gt;we added in the "clap lift, clap, smack shoe" step.&lt;br /&gt;YAY-&lt;br /&gt;then we went to discuss the closing stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, got a lot of caterpillars.&lt;br /&gt;or worm. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;discuss halfway got two mutts walk past.&lt;br /&gt;then they disturb us.&lt;br /&gt;he was like "eh girl so late go home" or something.&lt;br /&gt;then we ignore.&lt;br /&gt;then he poked his head back and RAWGGGGH! very loud.&lt;br /&gt;excuse me, not scary.&lt;br /&gt;then we ignore.&lt;br /&gt;just continue talking.&lt;br /&gt;wahlao. he keep saying byebye! byebye.&lt;br /&gt;then i was irritated.&lt;br /&gt;i turned around, said bye and rolled my eyes okay.&lt;br /&gt;so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;then he say dont know what "want goodnight kiss"&lt;br /&gt;kiss kiss kiss.&lt;br /&gt;KISS MY ass la.&lt;br /&gt;horny mutt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;then went back home to get bike.&lt;br /&gt;we biked around the neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;i cycled, she sat behind me.&lt;br /&gt;i keep almost falling.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. then we played sparks!&lt;br /&gt;then at the police post there we played the sparks&lt;br /&gt;and the police came out okay.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. he thought got fire or what.&lt;br /&gt;so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was biking her to the bus stop &lt;br /&gt;and we saw mr sng!&lt;br /&gt;he was walking back to his block i guess.&lt;br /&gt;leah was like.&lt;br /&gt;lets cycle past and say hi!&lt;br /&gt;i dont want. haha.&lt;br /&gt;we didtn la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went home.&lt;br /&gt;i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;this was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leah said its been long since like, &lt;br /&gt;stayed out so late and not be in town.&lt;br /&gt;just playing around the neighbourhood at night.&lt;br /&gt;it was so damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;i remember the last time was like in primary school okay.&lt;br /&gt;i miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who says money then can bring fun.&lt;br /&gt;simplicity can also be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh tonight rocks okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow have to work.&lt;br 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title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111236964396421571</id><published>2005-04-01T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T23:54:44.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple plan concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but those angmohs were damn irritating.&lt;br /&gt;they push you then say "can you DONT TOUCH ME"&lt;br /&gt;and then so scheming.&lt;br /&gt;totally bitchy man.&lt;br /&gt;but the concert rocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterday &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was joyce's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;before that had cl.&lt;br /&gt;but we didnt do much. &lt;br /&gt;so i went town with leah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we planned a small birthday bash for joyce.&lt;br /&gt;we bought her a muffin . thats the cake. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and twisties and chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;and her presents.&lt;br /&gt;i got her a pencilbox.&lt;br /&gt;and leah got her a nike towel that she wantted.&lt;br /&gt;we waited outside her house gate.&lt;br /&gt;but then i leaned my leg on the gate and it opened.&lt;br /&gt;and then we saw "trespassers will be prosecuted"&lt;br /&gt;HUR!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;we went to playground.&lt;br /&gt;we lit candles.&lt;br /&gt;we surprised her with the muffin.&lt;br /&gt;and the presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;we told ghost stories.&lt;br /&gt;then it was freaky.&lt;br /&gt;cause joyce was jumpy.&lt;br /&gt;so we quickly left.&lt;br /&gt;we played the hand turn thing football.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;we had an adventure for joyce.&lt;br /&gt;we planned a night walk for her.&lt;br /&gt;she was damn lame.&lt;br /&gt;she walked just A ROUND around the pool&lt;br /&gt;and she kept freaking out,&lt;br /&gt;thinking she's in a jungle.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;we use things to tickle her.&lt;br /&gt;bla blah.&lt;br /&gt;she almost walk into the jacuzzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;today&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was being not attentive in accounts&lt;br /&gt;and that pooney made me stay back aft school.&lt;br /&gt;mock.&lt;br /&gt;kaiting helped me!&lt;br /&gt;thanks truck loads!&lt;br /&gt;i finished my accounts.&lt;br /&gt;while he was drinking ribena and eating mee pok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and off to campfire preparations.&lt;br /&gt;damn messy.&lt;br /&gt;the SJI scouts damn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;they were the first sch to arrive and&lt;br /&gt;also the first to collapse our obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;br /&gt;balloons! bells!&lt;br /&gt;it was happening.&lt;br /&gt;but damn tiring okay.&lt;br /&gt;i got no more voice.&lt;br /&gt;keep going out of tune.&lt;br /&gt;i can join the lau chor keng "out-of-tune" club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dana isnt home today.&lt;br /&gt;its a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;finally i never hear her say ''ohmygad'' again.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i will pull her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;its so irritating sounding.&lt;br /&gt;and jade always has to remind me about it.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;campfire started.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;me and yilin keep screaming okay.&lt;br /&gt;i offed the lights.&lt;br /&gt;the fireball was MAJOR success!&lt;br /&gt;it rocked!&lt;br /&gt;the catholic high that scout was there too.&lt;br /&gt;the one that was dancing like william hung at the cresent campfire.&lt;br /&gt;he was damn making a fool out of himself.&lt;br /&gt;and they acted as if they were at the simple plan concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the sports people like to burst balloon.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt; dont want to give them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then!! before the priZe-giving ceremony&lt;br /&gt;some scandalous act happened.&lt;br /&gt;HUR!&lt;br /&gt;shhh. speak no evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;campfire over.&lt;br /&gt;juli helped carry so many stuff and all the benches.&lt;br /&gt;she damn macho.&lt;br /&gt;i keep calling her macho.&lt;br /&gt;then she like "eh.."&lt;br /&gt;aiyer. i know you shy la.&lt;br /&gt;dont fake me.!&lt;br /&gt;MACHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. st pats wasnt here this year.&lt;br /&gt;they are more helpful&lt;br /&gt;they help us clear one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. what difference does it make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were clearing the floor on the water.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;kimberly chua say i cant mop the floor.&lt;br /&gt;excuse me. my backbone damn pain can.&lt;br /&gt;you shoould see michelle tan mop.&lt;br /&gt;its funnier!&lt;br /&gt;HAH. she do upside down one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then huilian told me &lt;br /&gt;"eh dara, you sweep water for two years already leh"&lt;br /&gt;haha. its true okay.&lt;br /&gt;every campfire i will be the one sweeping water.&lt;br /&gt;im a professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took clarissa's brother-in-law's car.&lt;br /&gt;haha. he's a very angry man.&lt;br /&gt;in the car so funny okay.&lt;br /&gt;cause before that he BEEEEEP damn loud in the foyer.&lt;br /&gt;then clare was like "why must you beep so loud. i also never ask you to fetch me, you own self want to fetch, so angry for what"&lt;br /&gt;or something. it just was funny. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when he dropped me off so funny also.&lt;br /&gt;i ahvent close the door properly he drive away already.&lt;br /&gt;i almost lost my hand.&lt;br /&gt;then cla also same thing.&lt;br /&gt;he drive off without letting her close the door.&lt;br /&gt;YES, keep away from him. he is a VERY VERY angry man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow got CL at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you who april fooled me today.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt do any tricks this year.&lt;br /&gt;campfire got me all occupied.&lt;br /&gt;i still remembered last year i scared cheryl jade melissa they all with a lizard.&lt;br /&gt;they screamed shitlessly.&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER. haahha. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;jade messaged me. she said "tomorrow lau chor keng say got maths lesson"&lt;br /&gt;then i asked "time?"&lt;br /&gt;haha. lame okay.&lt;br /&gt;whhy did i believe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then wingyan also another one.&lt;br /&gt;she just now msg me.&lt;br /&gt;she say "dara, iris ask you to call her later when you reach home"&lt;br /&gt;then i call iris.&lt;br /&gt;then i found out that iris didnt call me to call her.&lt;br /&gt;LIAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must bring pom poms tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;so big can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111236964396421571?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111236964396421571/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111202278885603919</id><published>2005-03-28T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T23:13:08.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have alot of reminding to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to remind mich to bring the simple plan concert tickets.&lt;br /&gt;i have to remind mich to bring the windstruck.&lt;br /&gt;i have to remind bernice to bring my sims.&lt;br /&gt;i have to remind wingyan to bring my sims.&lt;br /&gt;i have to tell yilin that she's well-appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schhool ar. aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you the health checkup.&lt;br /&gt;all the people say i have good vision.&lt;br /&gt;my ego was THAT high okay.&lt;br /&gt;the nurse all compliment me.&lt;br /&gt;i was proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more joking around.&lt;br /&gt;be serious.&lt;br /&gt;i have to study.&lt;br /&gt;aiya.&lt;br /&gt;with that so interesting television,&lt;br /&gt;who can resist the temptation.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111202278885603919?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111202278885603919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111202278885603919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111202278885603919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111202278885603919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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alone&lt;br /&gt;Talkin’ on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Got an interview&lt;br /&gt;With the rolling stone&lt;br /&gt;They’re saying&lt;br /&gt;“Now you’re rich and&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re famous&lt;br /&gt;And fake ass girls all know your names and&lt;br /&gt;Lifestyles of the rich and famous&lt;br /&gt;Was your first hit aren’t you ashamed?”&lt;br /&gt;Of the life [x2]&lt;br /&gt;Of the life we’re livin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished the spongebob movie download.&lt;br /&gt;rockerass. its super fly.&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch now pls!&lt;br /&gt;im ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a goofy goober yea&lt;br /&gt;you're a goofy goober yea&lt;br /&gt;we're all goofy goobers yea.&lt;br /&gt;goofy goofy goober goober yea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111193401276017192?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111185238969861053</id><published>2005-03-26T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T23:53:09.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday night had conference with wingyan, iris, cheryl jade.&lt;br /&gt;then amanda was there for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;but i didntrealise okay.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that disconnected!&lt;br /&gt;left me wing and iris.&lt;br /&gt;we played mahjong!&lt;br /&gt;without seeing each other.&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously online.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;jade takes damn long.&lt;br /&gt;make me all irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then iris busy watching MTVs. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we played mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;jade always lag.&lt;br /&gt;tgsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt wake up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually i did.&lt;br /&gt;i cabbed to queenstown mrt.&lt;br /&gt;i was damn cheapo.&lt;br /&gt;i brought loopy cornflakes and i just bought milk and poured in the cornflake.&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for caressa.&lt;br /&gt;leah and i saw this very irritating act cool guy that was wearing pink.&lt;br /&gt;he was irritating.&lt;br /&gt;he IS irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so caressa arrived.&lt;br /&gt;we went to queens. chunlei's house.&lt;br /&gt;the pool is super fly.&lt;br /&gt;and the function room is transparently trans.&lt;br /&gt;we went up to her house to get the hi-fi set.&lt;br /&gt;her dog is like damn friendly.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt feel like those other dogs.&lt;br /&gt;her dog felt like CARPET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we completed the steps with the formation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYA. i cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;everyone got the same reaction when they know im in CL this year.&lt;br /&gt;like. totally.&lt;br /&gt;amanda gave me the "HUH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. then the security guard came and like "chased" us away.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to practise in the car park.&lt;br /&gt;it was friggin hot there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft everything ended.&lt;br /&gt;me and wing left.&lt;br /&gt;we went town.&lt;br /&gt;marche damn eat money can.&lt;br /&gt;what minimum spending $10/-?&lt;br /&gt;no logic.&lt;br /&gt;they're practically out to cheat money.&lt;br /&gt;so we didnt pig out at marche.&lt;br /&gt;so instead we went to pasta.&lt;br /&gt;natria joined.&lt;br /&gt;she passed us tickets to the comedy show at raffles hotel.&lt;br /&gt;then amanda arrived.&lt;br /&gt;we ate ate.&lt;br /&gt;amanda said she saw danica.&lt;br /&gt;tsk alamak.&lt;br /&gt;then we spied from pasta.&lt;br /&gt;we threw the pasta down okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to heeren.&lt;br /&gt;got macho men there.&lt;br /&gt;the cleo bachelor thing.&lt;br /&gt;then irs ohmygod can.&lt;br /&gt;she threw the pasta down.&lt;br /&gt;then i think maybe shaik haikel held the penne that she threw.&lt;br /&gt;we ran away and hid in the &lt;i&gt;middle tunnel&lt;/i&gt; for a minute or so.&lt;br /&gt;i like the sunkist pear.&lt;br /&gt;today i drank it&lt;br /&gt;and then something pricked into my gum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;like amanda said, im on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;to dig it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;we went outside taka.&lt;br /&gt;the fcuk fashion fest thing.&lt;br /&gt;met cheryl and jade.&lt;br /&gt;they both started to swoon over trissy's lv bag.&lt;br /&gt;and compared their richness?&lt;br /&gt;the rest stood by the wall.&lt;br /&gt;and once again i quote from amanda "the inferior ones will stand here" or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jade put eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;cheryl tie hair.&lt;br /&gt;HAR! har. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we only had tickets that entried four people but the security guard let five in.&lt;br /&gt;cause of me okay haha.&lt;br /&gt;nonsense. no la.&lt;br /&gt;cause i asked him.&lt;br /&gt;then later the song they were playing was irritating.&lt;br /&gt;so we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mich claimed she craving for ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;har.&lt;br /&gt;then they went mos okay&lt;br /&gt;then i must eat also.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but nvm. i ate there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weejia, cheryl and jade went mos also.&lt;br /&gt;i went over to the other side, then i threw a piece of serviette over.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;then when they found out it was me,&lt;br /&gt;jade said that she wanted to throw veggies over&lt;br /&gt;and weejia said she wanted to scold the person.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. and like, i,m the one.&lt;br /&gt;how innocent can the person opposite be man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so later we went to kino.&lt;br /&gt;trissy  bought the series of unfortunate event book.&lt;br /&gt;she's excited.&lt;br /&gt;we headed for raffles hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bus we realised that one ticket to the comedy show was missing.&lt;br /&gt;but still,&lt;br /&gt;we were smart and people were nice.&lt;br /&gt;we had two tickets and the person allowed three admission. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show was funny okay.&lt;br /&gt;got one part the guy came and blow the trumpet at us.&lt;br /&gt;was it a trumpet?&lt;br /&gt;yes i think it was.&lt;br /&gt;it was friggin funny!&lt;br /&gt;but it was too cold.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was freezing.&lt;br /&gt;after the show we walked to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;then 7-11. buy mashed potato.&lt;br /&gt;then bukit merah interchange.&lt;br /&gt;then 273. home.&lt;br /&gt;on the bus got cheekopeh staring at the attractive wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i felt unsafe for her cause he kept eyeing.&lt;br /&gt;so i called her and talked to her until she reached home&lt;br /&gt;and after that until i reached home&lt;br /&gt;the mother locked me out.&lt;br /&gt;angry ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a new outfit for the simple plan concert and FAST!&lt;br /&gt;leah say that the poms are 1460. its not cheap.&lt;br /&gt;rawhshsihf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111185238969861053?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111185238969861053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111185238969861053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111185238969861053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111185238969861053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/yesterday-night-had-conference-with.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111173270761184572</id><published>2005-03-25T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T14:38:27.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good friday is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye. mr bean is on disney channel now.&lt;br /&gt;GO WATCH GO WATCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111173270761184572?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111173270761184572/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>school was like really boring today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanlinhow showed us a clip of a drunk man drinking beer,&lt;br /&gt;then puking into it and drinking it again without realising that he will drinking his own puke.&lt;br /&gt;at that moment i so very much wanted to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog.&lt;br /&gt;she sucks can.&lt;br /&gt;i hope she disappears one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school had house pract,.&lt;br /&gt;we did the pyramids and the stunts.&lt;br /&gt;we were halfway there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left poon's class quite early to go down to the hardcourt to support the people playing netball.&lt;br /&gt;its damn funny okay.&lt;br /&gt;me, leah, suemaine and claudia stood there saying "yay!" and "aiya"&lt;br /&gt;we had a &lt;i&gt;victory handshake&lt;/i&gt; sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;there was one that we hi-fived and smack each others ass okay.&lt;br /&gt;it was friggin hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after house pract we stayed back to practise the stunts.&lt;br /&gt;we did the drop.&lt;br /&gt;it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;that sec two girl, fiona.&lt;br /&gt;she rocks okay.&lt;br /&gt;she reminds me of ME when i was smaller. smaller but not small. SHH.&lt;br /&gt;she just has potential.&lt;br /&gt;then the drop was perfect okay.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt practise mine cause caressa was having band.&lt;br /&gt;but then later we asked joyce to suibstitute.&lt;br /&gt;its been hard on victoria okay.&lt;br /&gt;cause im fat.&lt;br /&gt;fat. fat.&lt;br /&gt;i fell from standing on their shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;i bit my gum and my neck alost die okay.&lt;br /&gt;it was pain.&lt;br /&gt;no one save me.&lt;br /&gt;but i was also there to save people in case they fall.&lt;br /&gt;what kind of logic?&lt;br /&gt;AHAH. whatever,&lt;br /&gt;i fell so damn fast, no one had time to react.&lt;br /&gt;so it hurts can.&lt;br /&gt;im strong! i can carry people. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;but then now my muscles are all aching like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cl, went town with wing.&lt;br /&gt;we had pasta. ham and sausage baked rice.&lt;br /&gt;it was nice nice yummy deli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were full.&lt;br /&gt;it was as if the food was up to the throat.&lt;br /&gt;the sunkist got one new flavour okay!&lt;br /&gt;pear.&lt;br /&gt;it rocks la.&lt;br /&gt;inside got real pear bits.&lt;br /&gt;go drink leh. its only 95 cents and i like it.&lt;br /&gt;we went to that korean groceries store at cine.&lt;br /&gt;oh btw. do you know that now cine B! can buy movie tickets?&lt;br /&gt;cathay is getting TOO rich.&lt;br /&gt;okay. so anw we went to that korean supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;everything was ohmygod.!&lt;br /&gt;the stationery also all damn unique okay.&lt;br /&gt;i bought very pretty chocolates and that lotte brand grape chewing candy.&lt;br /&gt;its god-damn delicious&lt;br /&gt;and the more i eat the more i grow fatter.&lt;br /&gt;i have decidced to stop eating so much so that people wont drop dead from lifting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so very happy.&lt;br /&gt;simple plan concert is in days.&lt;br /&gt;and it means that my meeting with chuck comeau will be like, in just a few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like one girl in cl.&lt;br /&gt;she very irritating can.&lt;br /&gt;want to smack her face into proper shape&lt;br /&gt;cause its sorta like tan huimin's. except for that girl has a sharp and pointed chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people's birthday are coming.&lt;br /&gt;present, dara.&lt;br /&gt;get presents and get broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dana toh. - 25 march.&lt;br /&gt;the mother. EEYER - 31 march.&lt;br /&gt;joyce - 31 march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce has yet to tell me what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;im giving you til saturday to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;tell me or you'll get nuts. and in NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye i bought dana a stupid powerpuff girls thing okay.&lt;br /&gt;appreciate it or i'll pinch your eyeball like i did last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. that fizah ak me to remix song for her. liike im a busy person can.&lt;br /&gt;RAWGWHSGSHG.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH! now only 10.41?! how come so early. i thought it was like, 11 plus, 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i also want to say that i saw krystal at town today with some human.&lt;br /&gt;ahem. scandalous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111167558974259970?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111167558974259970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111167558974259970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111167558974259970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111167558974259970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/school-was-like-really-boring-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111150575551900179</id><published>2005-03-22T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T23:37:20.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. one last entry before turning in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are better with dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw.&lt;br /&gt;i realised that im ALWAYS the last to sleep in this house okay.&lt;br /&gt;all the lights are out! and my room is the only lighted on.&lt;br /&gt;and in the morning, im always the latest to get up.&lt;br /&gt;and im always the last to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duuring the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;every single day, i wake up to find myself alone in the house.&lt;br /&gt;everyone left.&lt;br /&gt;and every night during the holidays,&lt;br /&gt;at 2 or 3 am, i'll still be the only one awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are the tohs early sleepers?&lt;br /&gt;EYA. explain your answer.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeptime.&lt;br /&gt;dont let MY bed bugs bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me sing a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tie a &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;yellow ribbon&lt;/span&gt; round the old oak tree&lt;br /&gt;its been three long years , do you still want me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give them a second chance okay. be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111150575551900179?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111150575551900179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111150575551900179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111150575551900179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111150575551900179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111150528200584244</id><published>2005-03-22T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T23:28:02.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed the layout.&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;just the postioning and image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put the tag board back.&lt;br /&gt;because the web finally worked.&lt;br /&gt;so i could delete censorship&lt;br /&gt;that psychs tagged bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111150528200584244?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111150528200584244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111150528200584244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111150528200584244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111150528200584244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/changed-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111150019233860638</id><published>2005-03-22T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:03:12.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;if i ran my words around you,&lt;br /&gt;would you stay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;i got no more tummypain.&lt;br /&gt;HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;social studies ah. i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;mr tan always pick on me.&lt;br /&gt;like. i AM listening.&lt;br /&gt;just cause i like grinning doesnt mean im not paying attention okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then english.&lt;br /&gt;we were told to write essay on "Family"&lt;br /&gt;my first reaction was TSK okay.&lt;br /&gt;she going to spy on us or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit.&lt;br /&gt;she's damn evil.&lt;br /&gt;she separated anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;then tong tong did her work?&lt;br /&gt;and she was damn proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese.&lt;br /&gt;claudine thinks i keep looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;haha. then me and wing decided to disturb her.&lt;br /&gt;we look at the window above her.&lt;br /&gt;then she was like "stop looking at meeeeee!"&lt;br /&gt;who's looking at you. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;then she kept grinning and looking if we're looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;i caught foo teacher staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;so i pretend to listen.&lt;br /&gt;then she was still grinning.&lt;br /&gt;so foo teacher called her to read ! AHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accounts.&lt;br /&gt;POON wasnt there.&lt;br /&gt;miss chan took over.&lt;br /&gt;we all thought she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was argueing with cheryl over interest on loan and loan and balance sheet or profit and loss.&lt;br /&gt;so i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;and she gave me that "i want to scold you but i have no right to" look.&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing inside can.&lt;br /&gt;haha. her makeup was uber thick!&lt;br /&gt;then cheryl foo managed to balance.&lt;br /&gt;and then she was FULL OF EGO.&lt;br /&gt;she was giving that "im so good" tone.&lt;br /&gt;and said "i balanced it"&lt;br /&gt;HAR!&lt;br /&gt;recap. "im not trying to show off but actually im very capable" or something.&lt;br /&gt;HAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kept laughing can.&lt;br /&gt;got one part cheryl foo walked to the window and excitedly looked at the softballers.&lt;br /&gt;namely cheryl foo crush.&lt;br /&gt;she was about to fly off.&lt;br /&gt;jade keep laughing.&lt;br /&gt;and when she laugh. it was laughing time.&lt;br /&gt;i told cheryl how jade squashed the chocolate in maths class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is my laughter loud? okay. too bad.&lt;br /&gt;cause i laughed very loud at claudine's husband when he went out of tune &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition. no ginni today.&lt;br /&gt;she house pract.&lt;br /&gt;i feel smart!&lt;br /&gt;but lauchorkeng lesson i never listen.&lt;br /&gt;but i know vectors!&lt;br /&gt;im smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the avril lavigne concert ticks are on  p10 again.&lt;br /&gt;its scary the way they hold their breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a sling bag, mirror, swoosh phone, camera FAST.&lt;br /&gt;i think sling bag is more important.&lt;br /&gt;i hate that mambo.&lt;br /&gt;its irritating. im sick of carrying it.&lt;br /&gt;and its not even four months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in a BIG DILEMNA.&lt;br /&gt;concert? i must see chuck comeau.&lt;br /&gt;i overheard baomin saying she might be going simple plan concert.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt overhear.&lt;br /&gt;she practically spoke damn loud for people to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think she really likes it know.&lt;br /&gt;even sexy asian bakua agrees.&lt;br /&gt;and over the phone which she spoke damn loud she used "dang".&lt;br /&gt;suddenly it just sounds sooo OFF when she says it.&lt;br /&gt;dont know leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not offence please.&lt;br /&gt;its what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;you cant change how i think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111150019233860638?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111150019233860638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111150019233860638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111150019233860638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111150019233860638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-i-ran-my-words-around-you-would-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111141651188950042</id><published>2005-03-21T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T22:48:31.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiya. i think i cant go for the concert.&lt;br /&gt;sorry like truck milllions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111141651188950042?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111141651188950042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111141651188950042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111141651188950042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111141651188950042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/aiya.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111141357277093054</id><published>2005-03-21T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T22:03:24.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>p10 is giving away avril lavigne concert tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why dont have simple plan?&lt;br /&gt;i want to see chuck comeau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN. the concert is on wed! then next day still have sch can. i wont be able to wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. i want both.&lt;br /&gt;i tried calling in.&lt;br /&gt;cannot okay.&lt;br /&gt;even if can i think i wont win,&lt;br /&gt;that freako just yelled avril lavignnnnnnnnnnnnne for seventeen seconds.&lt;br /&gt;i tried and sounded like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;i could only do like 12-13 secs.&lt;br /&gt;tsk. HOW!&lt;br /&gt;aiya. i want them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to win, how to win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.Y.I , i have been avril lavignnnnnnnnnnnne-ing so much im all out of breath and my chest hurt when i try to avril lavignnnnnnnnnnnne again. AGRH/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111141357277093054?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111141357277093054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111141357277093054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111141357277093054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111141357277093054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/p10-is-giving-away-avril-lavigne.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111141037887416908</id><published>2005-03-21T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T21:06:18.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahlao.&lt;br /&gt;PE sucked.&lt;br /&gt;noreen ng sucked.&lt;br /&gt;its like gastritis day.&lt;br /&gt;it was pain all day.&lt;br /&gt;i suffer!&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;it was only okay after chem.&lt;br /&gt;this is the longest time i've ever had gastritis.&lt;br /&gt;guides after school.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;thank god its no more soon.&lt;br /&gt;guides was damn slack today.&lt;br /&gt;me and mich sat at staircase.&lt;br /&gt;very very funny.&lt;br /&gt;that vanessa person. very very hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;itried to control but i pppftttt and hahahahah-ed.&lt;br /&gt;okay. get over it dara. get over it.&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;im damn pissed with jing.&lt;br /&gt;whats her prob.&lt;br /&gt;stop belittle-ing us.&lt;br /&gt;you aint that great anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;we'll proove you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;guides ended early.&lt;br /&gt;i ponned for 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;went to tiong with mich.&lt;br /&gt;mCdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;draw lamo.&lt;br /&gt;but funny can.&lt;br /&gt;wrote MARIA a note in macs!&lt;br /&gt;left tiong.&lt;br /&gt;in the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;cheekopeh.&lt;br /&gt;chlorine smell.&lt;br /&gt;carry arena bag.&lt;br /&gt;dark, broad shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;cheekopeh.&lt;br /&gt;idontgiveahoot.&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;in the bus got pick it and flick it smell.EW.&lt;br /&gt;cheekopeh same bus.&lt;br /&gt;damn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;i tsk and frown at that cheekopeh alot of times&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;damn full la.&lt;br /&gt;shit!&lt;br /&gt;i left evidence of my noodle biscuit on the living room floor.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;dont take. i havent opened it.&lt;br /&gt;its mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dana toh just said ohmygad.&lt;br /&gt;she try to slang ah.&lt;br /&gt;cannot make it shithead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday.&lt;br /&gt;homework?&lt;br /&gt;television.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go simple plan and avril lavigne concert.&lt;br /&gt;but simple plan one's on a school day and next day still got sch.&lt;br /&gt;michelle is thinking of starting a wingyan fanclub.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday.&lt;br /&gt;town.&lt;br /&gt;wing, iris, amanda, cheang.&lt;br /&gt;balloon!&lt;br /&gt;ikea.&lt;br /&gt;dustbin.&lt;br /&gt;michelle's party.&lt;br /&gt;romeo!&lt;br /&gt;nydc cake.&lt;br /&gt;swing.&lt;br /&gt;almost wrestle with crystal again. haha.&lt;br /&gt;cheang zao keng panty zao keng bra.&lt;br /&gt;mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;wingyan, mitzi, adeline.&lt;br /&gt;simple life.&lt;br /&gt;no more mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;left wing and me at mich.&lt;br /&gt;help pack the room.&lt;br /&gt;all the balloon BOOM BOOM.&lt;br /&gt;scary can.&lt;br /&gt;mark tan try to invade the room zillion times.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;i like romeo.&lt;br /&gt;damn cute la.&lt;br /&gt;but he anyhow pee.&lt;br /&gt;i step on jocelyn cake.&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;left 1143.&lt;br /&gt;take cab.&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111141037887416908?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111141037887416908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111141037887416908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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poke then.&lt;br /&gt;till then. i'll update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111140601096572910?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111140601096572910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111140601096572910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111140601096572910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111140601096572910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/since-my-tagboard-doesnt-allow-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111116864073710945</id><published>2005-03-18T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T01:57:20.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was one of those major fun FUN FUN day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;town, fareast.&lt;br /&gt;hair profile.&lt;br /&gt;wingyan cut hair.&lt;br /&gt;her hairdresser look like mad scientist.&lt;br /&gt;joyce, ginni was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got madman at 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;dancing to some beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate churros!&lt;br /&gt;this "i-think-i-have-long-flowing-hair" lady cut our queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went school.&lt;br /&gt;cheer pract.&lt;br /&gt;aye&lt;br /&gt;malay dance is funny.&lt;br /&gt;felicia and leah dance funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that two sec one girls ask me whats my name i say "delia"&lt;br /&gt;cause that was the first name that popped into my mind that starts with "d"&lt;br /&gt;then leah say .&lt;br /&gt;"ya lor. you know ah. everytime in class the teacher call her than i will think she calling me cause the lia and the leah sound alike"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;they fell for it.&lt;br /&gt;next time they will be calling me delia.&lt;br /&gt;stupo can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant perfect my somersault.&lt;br /&gt;the coming up part is slanted slightly sideways.&lt;br /&gt;HOW!&lt;br /&gt;teach me. take me back to primary schoool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving school.&lt;br /&gt;hannah talking to melissa.&lt;br /&gt;shameless.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you ah.&lt;br /&gt;jinx my day.&lt;br /&gt;wash my eyeball.&lt;br /&gt;saw macaroni again ?!&lt;br /&gt;one day at least once can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later it was damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i was in 131.&lt;br /&gt;then wingyan, leah, hannah, felicia, pamela, caressa&lt;br /&gt;were in 123 behind.&lt;br /&gt;i was intending on going home la.&lt;br /&gt;then in the end plans changed.&lt;br /&gt;so i got off and took the bus behind.&lt;br /&gt;so funny can.&lt;br /&gt;like they all went "AYE??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to hannah's house.&lt;br /&gt;dont need to take off shoes one.&lt;br /&gt;so major american. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;pamela treated it like her own house.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know that pamela was a pamela.&lt;br /&gt;she looked more like a "grace"&lt;br /&gt;okay. nevermind. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know she from 3e also la.&lt;br /&gt;anw.&lt;br /&gt;she's damn stupo.&lt;br /&gt;they changed and everything.&lt;br /&gt;then i was cycling on hannah's sister's bike.&lt;br /&gt;and pam was like "eh, you cycle and i run, see who faster okay?"&lt;br /&gt;LAMO.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so eventually.&lt;br /&gt;we walked to plaza sing.&lt;br /&gt;we couldnt find anywhere that had place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;and god knows why we went to burger king.&lt;br /&gt;that place that happened to be on my SHITASS list just today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST PUBLICISE and humiliate the BURGER KING AT PLAZA SING.&lt;br /&gt;i must let people know that this is MY blog and i have my rights to post anything here and its nono of your B.I business because this is a free country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started with hannah and pam.&lt;br /&gt;they were lazy to buy food.&lt;br /&gt;so they both gave me 5 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;we all had the student value meal .&lt;br /&gt;so three sets of that would add up tp $11.70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my whole wallet only have one ten dollar note and two five dollar notes.&lt;br /&gt;clear? clear.&lt;br /&gt;then! i went to the counter.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to order from this chio malay girl.&lt;br /&gt;but then i saw that china girl like so poor thing no one buy from her.&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;that slut.&lt;br /&gt;little did i know that she;s a biatch.&lt;br /&gt;i gave her fifteen dollars and she returned my 3ocents.&lt;br /&gt;obviously wrong can.&lt;br /&gt;so i told her err. i gave you fifteen dollars. not twelve.&lt;br /&gt;then she friggin hell go and tell her manager&lt;br /&gt;and   he like.&lt;br /&gt;went to tally the whoole cash register.&lt;br /&gt;and he gave that attitude that was like "IM SO VERY OH SO SURE THAT THESE &lt;i&gt;KIDS&lt;/i&gt; ARE OUT TO CHEAT THREE PATHETIC DOLLARS OUT OF ME"&lt;br /&gt;he counted the money,&lt;br /&gt;then leah came and accompanied me while we waited for our time to flyby and waste.&lt;br /&gt;then i was shitpissed.&lt;br /&gt;so i was like complaining to leah.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i admit i sweared. but to whom?&lt;br /&gt;TO LEAH.&lt;br /&gt;and he gave attitude.&lt;br /&gt;"excuseme. im counting the money . do you mind stop commenting"&lt;br /&gt;excuse me asshole.&lt;br /&gt;its a free world. its my mouth. im free to speak what i want. and besides, was i talking to you?&lt;br /&gt;then leah was like&lt;br /&gt;"wah .. some one eavesdropping can"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAR!&lt;br /&gt;asshole.&lt;br /&gt;in the end i won.&lt;br /&gt;he gave me my three bucks.&lt;br /&gt;and he didnt even apologise.&lt;br /&gt;then when i stormed off.&lt;br /&gt;i heard leah say "thank you for wasting our time."&lt;br /&gt;and the asshole replied "you're welcome"&lt;br /&gt;he's screw loose i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im friggin pissed.&lt;br /&gt;i swear im going to complain.&lt;br /&gt;i already complain alot to people and now i will complain to a human higher rank than that manager.&lt;br /&gt;its damn irritating.&lt;br /&gt;im just pissed.&lt;br /&gt;its only a small thing.&lt;br /&gt;its only three dollars.&lt;br /&gt;but his attitude sucks.&lt;br /&gt;mine sucks too but his is worst.&lt;br /&gt;leah also wanna complain.&lt;br /&gt;prepare for the worst man.&lt;br /&gt;i know your names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that chinapoke is YAN ZHEN&lt;br /&gt;and that manager is EDMUND TAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;you're currently entering hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. anw. we ate and that yann zhen kept staring at us and leah just stared back.&lt;br /&gt;she;s damn ugly.&lt;br /&gt;okay. im not pretty but i just hate her so i must say she's ugly.&lt;br /&gt;i know she might get into shit maybe after working hours.&lt;br /&gt;but who is she to stare at us.&lt;br /&gt;moreover she is the blind one that &lt;i&gt;insisted&lt;/i&gt; that she's very &lt;u&gt;confirmed&lt;/u&gt; that she saw TWELVE dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edmund tan and yan zhen ah. good luck to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. the end.&lt;br /&gt;later eat finish we left.&lt;br /&gt;we went to queens cc.&lt;br /&gt;that pamela ah. want to sneak home.&lt;br /&gt;then leah pull out her rubber band and pretend that she threw it on the road.&lt;br /&gt;she just almost dash right out can.&lt;br /&gt;like, she's willing to die over a small piece of rubber. is she mad or is she mad.&lt;br /&gt;wingyan heck care all the panicky stuff.&lt;br /&gt;haha. so calm please.&lt;br /&gt;saw the "bulk" of &lt;s&gt;ginger ted&lt;/s&gt; this big abunene guy.&lt;br /&gt;i ran.&lt;br /&gt;caressa ran.&lt;br /&gt;leah ran.&lt;br /&gt;pam ran.&lt;br /&gt;lamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw mutts.&lt;br /&gt;they shouted CHICKS.&lt;br /&gt;then i shouted duck. but they never hear i guess.&lt;br /&gt;then i started on the chicken dance.&lt;br /&gt;caressa go for taekwando.&lt;br /&gt;ginni damn thick skin.&lt;br /&gt;we were laughing at someone doing taekwando looking damn funny and she think we laughing at her.'HAR!&lt;br /&gt;then hannah call melissa come.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. they having affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later this toilet cleaning auntie scold us.&lt;br /&gt;we holding a round radio and she was like in chinese "you all CANNOT play ball here ah"&lt;br /&gt;its not a ball la. hahahha its a radio! just that its sort of rounded can.&lt;br /&gt;she so naggy can. irritating also.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. then later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finished everything la.&lt;br /&gt;i sweat damn alot.&lt;br /&gt;sticky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn stupo. when i left with wingyan ,&lt;br /&gt;somehow met them again.&lt;br /&gt;then i sang singapura , oh singapura. sunny island.&lt;br /&gt;blah blah?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;haiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;pull mel pants.&lt;br /&gt;she keep eating m&amp;ms.&lt;br /&gt;her hands are oily.&lt;br /&gt;not clean.&lt;br /&gt;went bukit merah with wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;she tapao food.&lt;br /&gt;i lost my berrynice yoghurt coupon. cant eat. ):&lt;br /&gt;sad case.&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my stop.&lt;br /&gt;so have to walk extra.&lt;br /&gt;on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;walking walking.&lt;br /&gt;keep seeing things but i told myself its imagination.&lt;br /&gt;is it imagination?&lt;br /&gt;saw two shadows.&lt;br /&gt;i though hantu.&lt;br /&gt;i scared.&lt;br /&gt;but actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just my umbra and my penumbra.&lt;br /&gt;see?! physics!&lt;br /&gt;im a hardworking student can.&lt;br /&gt;the darker and lighter shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had bak ku teh soup.&lt;br /&gt;so yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to michelle for 81 minutes and 17 seconds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111116864073710945?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111116864073710945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111116864073710945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111116864073710945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111116864073710945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-was-one-of-those-major-fun-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111106899957182166</id><published>2005-03-17T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T22:16:39.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly, tag replies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you noe who&lt;/strong&gt; ; no i dont know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cherie&lt;/strong&gt; ; haha? imagine clarice dancing? your brains are so god damn juicy can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gracia&lt;/strong&gt; ; i miss you too man. one day we'll go out yea? TRUCK LOADS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shuyu&lt;/strong&gt; ; long time no talk yep? I MISS YOUR HUGS! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mich&lt;/strong&gt; ; haha! i win! anyway. to copy just hit (Ctrl + C) and the paste just (Ctrl + V) no stealing pls. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mrs depp&lt;/strong&gt; ; i didnt lie about her hearing! i just lied about her liking you. haha. she really heard it la. just that i lied about what she said. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today!&lt;br /&gt;town!&lt;br /&gt;wingyan, adeline.&lt;br /&gt;spongebob squarepants movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met delia.&lt;br /&gt;x))&lt;br /&gt;went to the arcade and look at people play para para to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;the way people humiliate themselves is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;got this girl like kena stroke like that. the way the played.&lt;br /&gt;another girl kept touchingh her hair like every 5 seconds of dancing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought my cargo pants!&lt;br /&gt;wingyan bought many stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;she bought topshop green polo.&lt;br /&gt;fox shorts.&lt;br /&gt;socks&lt;br /&gt;dont know what frm taka&lt;br /&gt;in any case, she's a major spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met clarice and cherie!&lt;br /&gt;alamak.&lt;br /&gt;hhaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later went to ikea.&lt;br /&gt;to look at !!!&lt;br /&gt;im going to get it on &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like. i made a deal with the ikea woman. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. we had dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;hiao like wanna go on diet.&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna eat.&lt;br /&gt;im damn full.&lt;br /&gt;potatoes make me so damn full.&lt;br /&gt;meatballs also make me so damn full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that took bus to redhill mrt to take bus home.&lt;br /&gt;i was falling asleep in the bus can.&lt;br /&gt;like. eye was half half.&lt;br /&gt;i cant explain. haha.&lt;br /&gt;anw. tmr got a/c test and english. sucker-ass.&lt;br /&gt;RAWHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. saw macaroni today can. she think we dont know she spy on us when we were eating subway. i saw! har!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childish shit. haha. okay. nvm. im gonna bathe. like. i feel like shitting.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;because i just ate mango.&lt;br /&gt;is it good for digestion?&lt;br /&gt;ask biology students. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111106899957182166?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111106899957182166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111106899957182166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111106899957182166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111106899957182166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/firstly-tag-replies-you-noe-who-no-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111096703214073833</id><published>2005-03-16T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T17:57:12.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;pimp my ride.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disney channel and nickelodeon is addictive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a new show "Pixel Perfect"&lt;br /&gt;it rocks i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the official opening of spngebob squarepants!&lt;br /&gt;going to watch pls.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna get that cargo pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OST an american tale.&lt;br /&gt;fievel / tanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the pale moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Someone's thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;And loving me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Someone's saying a prayer&lt;br /&gt;That we'll find one another&lt;br /&gt;In that big somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I know&lt;br /&gt;How very far apart we are&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we might be wishing&lt;br /&gt;On the same bright star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the night wind&lt;br /&gt;Starts to sing a lonesome lullaby&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we're sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the same big sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;If love can see us through&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Out where dreams come true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111096703214073833?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111096703214073833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111096703214073833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111096703214073833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111096703214073833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/pimp-my-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111089696198079826</id><published>2005-03-15T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T13:31:04.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we finished the banners today!&lt;br /&gt;i saw the ___________! haha it was damn stupo.&lt;br /&gt;and then spyer spy okay.&lt;br /&gt;think i dontknow. i know!&lt;br /&gt;anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finished it!&lt;br /&gt;we finished uber early so headed for town with yolanda and yilin.&lt;br /&gt;yilin was like "later we take NEORH prints okay?"&lt;br /&gt;hahah. she pronounce wrongly can.&lt;br /&gt;we laughed damn loud.&lt;br /&gt;in the bus mutts disturbed us.&lt;br /&gt;they were like imitating what yo said&lt;br /&gt;and like "eh girl, why you all go school"&lt;br /&gt;and yilin was damn shitpissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were queueing to take photosticker&lt;br /&gt;i peeped into this machine.&lt;br /&gt;there were some japs taking can.&lt;br /&gt;and the pose they posed made me laugh until i ??&lt;br /&gt;haha. okay okay.&lt;br /&gt;then when we were taking we copied their version.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;ahlian can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. we were heading for cine.&lt;br /&gt;then!!! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;i saw !&lt;br /&gt;big eyes, spikey FUNKY hair, brown tee, pants!&lt;br /&gt;prince charming!&lt;br /&gt;aye i saw him everywhere okay.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;go cine also saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at sembawang music with yo and yilin.&lt;br /&gt;the he also came in okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mitch came.&lt;br /&gt;and we went mos.&lt;br /&gt;MITCH. your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went taka.&lt;br /&gt;cold storage.&lt;br /&gt;party stuff;bought.&lt;br /&gt;went back to cine to find !&lt;br /&gt;! gone!&lt;br /&gt;no more!&lt;br /&gt;MITCH! your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we looked at everyone with brown shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met gracia, seeweng and pandora THREE TIMES!&lt;br /&gt;i miss them.&lt;br /&gt;big hug okay.&lt;br /&gt;we were re-united under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;it was friggin hot.&lt;br /&gt;but we were happy people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at cine saw nurul!&lt;br /&gt;mich saw that alvina told her that she call nurul NIU ROU (PORK)&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;next time i'll call her that to piss her. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;then i saw karen tan also!&lt;br /&gt;she ah. make fun of me when im eating smores bar.&lt;br /&gt;im craving for barcardi.&lt;br /&gt;i saw just now. aiya. but in school u.&lt;br /&gt;aiya. not in sch u also cannot buy.&lt;br /&gt;aiya.&lt;br /&gt;cannot make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went tiong.&lt;br /&gt;top up card.&lt;br /&gt;saw loser who stay near my house&lt;br /&gt;singing away.&lt;br /&gt;lady in bus almost burst balloon.&lt;br /&gt;i sat beside her.&lt;br /&gt;very worrying.&lt;br /&gt;lady in 7-11 dont let me buy potato.&lt;br /&gt;very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went to old chang kee (?)&lt;br /&gt;eat fishball.&lt;br /&gt;miss two buses.&lt;br /&gt;MITCH! your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home.&lt;br /&gt;the mother tell me that dan and dana left with my auntie and my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;they went out!&lt;br /&gt;and im all alone with her in this stupo house.&lt;br /&gt;they're not coming home.&lt;br /&gt;they're staying over.&lt;br /&gt;i want also can.&lt;br /&gt;so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;of all the times my handphone must have no batt when they happen to ask me out.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it okay.&lt;br /&gt;thank god im changing phone soon.&lt;br /&gt;im lonely.&lt;br /&gt;tmr how? aiya.&lt;br /&gt;sad life.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go out with mitch.&lt;br /&gt;but then.&lt;br /&gt;eeye.&lt;br /&gt;afgfafguafgcafgkafgeafgrafg/afggafgoafgiafgnafgnafgg.&lt;br /&gt;so-&lt;br /&gt;wing also not free.&lt;br /&gt;she have maths with MR "i-think-i-look-nice-in-contacts"&lt;br /&gt;then joyce also no free.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go sentosa. aiya. ask who huh.&lt;br /&gt;im damn uncomfy with many peopoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce is back!&lt;br /&gt;she bought things for me can!&lt;br /&gt;damn happy. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;got fishy biscuits. i like can.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its an obsession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;dig this. its pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v298/darryrawks/yoyilindara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111089696198079826?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111089696198079826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111089696198079826' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;shuyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KARENYEO.&lt;br /&gt;RYANKOK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot alot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had geog class.&lt;br /&gt;before it started i slit my finger.&lt;br /&gt;the badge is like SO DAMN sharp!&lt;br /&gt;it bled on the spot can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. its not pain. but looking at my blood flow is pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog class.&lt;br /&gt;sitting beside anjana and minah on one side and beside cla and tong on the other side is so fun.&lt;br /&gt;i've had it with mrs low.&lt;br /&gt;she;s like 24-7 picking on me.&lt;br /&gt;there's so many people talking can. always pick pick pick. pick your nose la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft geog painted and drew the campfire banner thing.&lt;br /&gt;we did more than i expected.&lt;br /&gt;felicia is damn blur.&lt;br /&gt;yilin and i were irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft that town with wing , trissy , bernice .&lt;br /&gt;went spageddies.&lt;br /&gt;left w/o ordering.&lt;br /&gt;no face.&lt;br /&gt;marche.&lt;br /&gt;ate.&lt;br /&gt;played mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;its fun!&lt;br /&gt;but i still dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;we were told to stop playing.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to btween wisma and taka.&lt;br /&gt;where maany ppl were hankypankying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left.&lt;br /&gt;hbf. karen ryan.&lt;br /&gt;had noodle hut dinner.&lt;br /&gt;yummy siew mai.&lt;br /&gt;yummy ice cream mango pudding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queued for cab.&lt;br /&gt;saw:&lt;br /&gt;1. this caucasian that couldnt stop complaining that there was no cab.&lt;br /&gt;2. two person chasing one person.&lt;br /&gt;3. saw police and coast guard.&lt;br /&gt;4. small girl vomit on her mum. i heard the splat.&lt;br /&gt;5. all the envy of the people when we got the cab. we called cab.&lt;br /&gt;6. saw police car and two crashed car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night ; so many incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;byebye/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111081770153931383?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;ilove it this way.&lt;br /&gt;anw. WHOOHOO again!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;i can only think about WOOHOO now.haha&lt;br /&gt;tmr got geog. GROANS okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room WHOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;but still got 1/4 undone.&lt;br /&gt;continue when im free.&lt;br /&gt;WHOOHOO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111072926532519231?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111072926532519231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111072926532519231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111072926532519231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111072926532519231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/omg-my-room-is-god-damn-neat-its-like.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111072084403014175</id><published>2005-03-13T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T21:36:10.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>adeline day uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;images by michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2129583375&gt;click HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111072084403014175?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111072084403014175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111072084403014175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111072084403014175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111072084403014175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/adeline-day-uploaded.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111071110606033252</id><published>2005-03-13T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T18:51:46.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tag replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yk : who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natalie : haha. okay. you're linked. thats past already la. why? still got phobia ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clarice : ohmyshit! you really lost it?! are you serious? or you playing again? aye. cannot lose leh. my mum's been nagging at me to get it back. hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111071110606033252?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111071110606033252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111071110606033252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111071110606033252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111071110606033252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/tag-replies.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111071071276046770</id><published>2005-03-13T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T18:45:12.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still packing my room.&lt;br /&gt;its like MAJOR DUSTY.&lt;br /&gt;my nose is leaking pls.&lt;br /&gt;woke up.&lt;br /&gt;watched spongebob marathon.&lt;br /&gt;what kind of marathon is that?&lt;br /&gt;its like. 2 hours only.&lt;br /&gt;i remember that time i watched simpsons marathon.&lt;br /&gt;BART! &lt;&lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;it was from two till nine.&lt;br /&gt;dad bought macs for us.&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i tuned my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;i know how to play happy birthday!haha.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much today.&lt;br /&gt;just a day of packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;12&lt;/b&gt;_____________;saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to SAC funfair with wingyan.&lt;br /&gt;went by bus.&lt;br /&gt;we took almost 2 hours to get there.&lt;br /&gt;but then, in the bus we were sight seeing.&lt;br /&gt;saw so many things okay!&lt;br /&gt;so many big houses that were uber chio.&lt;br /&gt;anw we reached.&lt;br /&gt;dont know where to go. &lt;br /&gt;so we followed people.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. anyhow one.&lt;br /&gt;then we reached la.&lt;br /&gt;it was damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;it was damn boring.&lt;br /&gt;okay. not that boring. but boring.&lt;br /&gt;its like, there's no food stalls.&lt;br /&gt;its in the canteen?&lt;br /&gt;maybe there was.&lt;br /&gt;then the drinks were all pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;so we bought drinks from vending machines.&lt;br /&gt;the games all sponsored by &lt;i&gt;uncle ringo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, &lt;/s&gt;so easy peasy for them&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were leaving,&lt;br /&gt;we popped over at the prize table.&lt;br /&gt;then i stole a blue monkey.&lt;br /&gt;its name is MONKEY BONE!&lt;br /&gt;haha. it  rocks okay.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed for town.&lt;br /&gt;had fisherios.&lt;br /&gt;that uncle was there again.&lt;br /&gt;he talked to us.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;he made us sound damn smart.&lt;br /&gt;he was like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O levels ah,&lt;br /&gt;want to get how much?&lt;br /&gt;get TEN?&lt;br /&gt;after that come back here ah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he'll give us a treat?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. then we shopped la.&lt;br /&gt;supposingly wing supp to cut hair.&lt;br /&gt;aiya. long story.&lt;br /&gt;got this clown.&lt;br /&gt;making ballooons.&lt;br /&gt;then we were queueing&lt;br /&gt;and this &lt;U&gt;afghanistan&lt;/u&gt; babooseng female version was like "EH. you all queueing?! IM QUEUING. " or something. i cant remember,.&lt;br /&gt;i was damn pissed.&lt;br /&gt;i " bitch "ed and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;then at FOX.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to try this pants.&lt;br /&gt;then OMG.&lt;br /&gt;was queuing la.&lt;br /&gt;got this woman.&lt;br /&gt;with ultra big watermelons.&lt;br /&gt;she never wear bra okay.&lt;br /&gt;then she just tried the clothes and came out looking into the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;cause the fitting room inside no mirror.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. can see everything.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;wing saw more when i was changing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;aye. i NC 16 can. so rated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left.&lt;br /&gt;i want that cargo from giordano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went suntec.&lt;br /&gt;wahlao.&lt;br /&gt;it was damn crowded.&lt;br /&gt;then when everyone was squeezing this IRRITATING ASSHOLE eat my beancurd can.&lt;br /&gt;he pinched my ass.&lt;br /&gt;i turned around, whacked him, cursed and swear at him.&lt;br /&gt;fucker.&lt;br /&gt;so cheekopeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later we went to millenia walk.&lt;br /&gt;candy empire!&lt;br /&gt;chocolate marshmellow!!!&lt;br /&gt;chocolate caramel!&lt;br /&gt;nerds rope!&lt;br /&gt;green sour chewits!&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE TO EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;when we were walked to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;there was this really really dark area.&lt;br /&gt;then got this sort of round thing. like chair.&lt;br /&gt;but got wall one.&lt;br /&gt;so we hid behind one.&lt;br /&gt;and then wingyan made ghost noises.&lt;br /&gt;hhaa.&lt;br /&gt;then after that i ask her to do somemore.&lt;br /&gt;she started to "CRY" eeriely.&lt;br /&gt;omg.it was damn freakish.&lt;br /&gt;when she started to cry i got freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;then dontknow why i suddenly giggle.&lt;br /&gt;then i want that couple to hear&lt;br /&gt;so i laughed HAHAHA very loud and we ranaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt know which way to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;so we followed the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw this guy with afro hairstyle!&lt;br /&gt;actually i saw first.&lt;br /&gt;then i told wingyan.&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt want to let that guy hear.&lt;br /&gt;so i told her "eh, daryl when he was in sec sch."&lt;br /&gt;she didnt really get it.&lt;br /&gt;then we walked behind that fella.&lt;br /&gt;as everyone walked by. &lt;br /&gt;we saw their expression.&lt;br /&gt;I LAUGHED LIKE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. then on the way home&lt;br /&gt;i told michelle.&lt;br /&gt;i messaged her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : "eh, just now at suntec someone eat my beancurd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mich : "how?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : "cause it was like major crowded. and it was major squeezy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mich : "so you shared food?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE, hello? haha.&lt;br /&gt;blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really eat my beancurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i called her.&lt;br /&gt;then i told her thats not what i meant.&lt;br /&gt;and then she say "i dont know what you talking about."&lt;br /&gt;then i asked her to "translate in chinese."&lt;br /&gt;and then she told translated the "i dont know what you talking about " instead of the "someone eat my beancurd"&lt;br /&gt;OMG. she damn stupo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111071071276046770?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111063936554192147</id><published>2005-03-12T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T22:56:05.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM TOO busy packing.&lt;br /&gt;blog tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry iris i couldnt make it tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111063936554192147?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111063936554192147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111063936554192147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111063936554192147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111063936554192147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-too-busy-packing.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111055613396293303</id><published>2005-03-11T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T23:48:53.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my ears are very very HOT.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's the last day of mission day.&lt;br /&gt;it had been fun.&lt;br /&gt;our class had to perform.&lt;br /&gt;this morning was pissing.&lt;br /&gt;and then that was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im drinking iced green tea which is making my teeth piercing pain.&lt;br /&gt;but then why am i getting hotter and hotter.&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod.&lt;br /&gt;the air con spoil ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had this really lame game.&lt;br /&gt;though it was lame, it was really hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;it was two circles. inside and outside.&lt;br /&gt;then one will move in clockwise and another in anticlockwise.&lt;br /&gt;and when the music stops you'll have to grab a partner&lt;br /&gt;xiaowei was my partner for one round.&lt;br /&gt;and we were hitting each other on the shoulder and saying "partner. partner"?&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;we did the skit.&lt;br /&gt;i played as a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;my hair was shit.&lt;br /&gt;i washed it after it so my hair wont be puffy looking after removing the rubber bands.&lt;br /&gt;i think they skit was alright.&lt;br /&gt;as long as its not the worse performance, im satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to chinatown with yo and wing.&lt;br /&gt;we went to buy the cloth for the backdrop and gateway banner for the guides campfire.&lt;br /&gt;anyone going?&lt;br /&gt;hoho. i tell you i want it to be rockish.&lt;br /&gt;because its the last we;re ever going to plan!&lt;br /&gt;we searched high and low.&lt;br /&gt;that people's park complex thing close already okay. its under renovation.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end we managed to find la.&lt;br /&gt;though it wasnt cheap. but still we got the cloth.&lt;br /&gt;four metres for six bucks.&lt;br /&gt;is it worth? i dont think much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we headed for plaza sing.&lt;br /&gt;the bus never stop at the correct stop!&lt;br /&gt;so we walked again.&lt;br /&gt;it was an uber tiring day can.&lt;br /&gt;then in the end we sat the mos burger yakking yakking away. haha.&lt;br /&gt;went to spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;but they dont carry the kind of paint that we need.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, yo going to get tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;she'll be transported. haha (:&lt;br /&gt;after we sent yo to the MRT station, me and wing decided on dinner again.&lt;br /&gt;using MCQ. as usual. haha.&lt;br /&gt;we had KFC.&lt;br /&gt;that girl at the counter was so damn nice !&lt;br /&gt;her name is hui juan.&lt;br /&gt;she was damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;she gave us exactly what we wanted and she was damn polite.&lt;br /&gt;like, words cant express. have to see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;i pretend to take more straws and peeped at her name tag.&lt;br /&gt;what are name tags for then? complaining?&lt;br /&gt;EXACTLY. haahh!&lt;br /&gt;just like taxi car plates.&lt;br /&gt;i memories those who try to bang me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate, shopped! i saw so many things that i want can. OMG they all cost my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to blog but then the skit script was in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WINGYAN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mission at novena was (eff . you . see . kay)&lt;br /&gt;its like. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;and then my camera is sad.&lt;br /&gt;cheang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont talk about shit. change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that celebrated wingyan day at town&lt;br /&gt;with mich, iris, amanda and adeline.&lt;br /&gt;we had fun la.&lt;br /&gt;mitch bought wingyan a cake.&lt;br /&gt;i followed her.&lt;br /&gt;then we surprised her.&lt;br /&gt;she knew.&lt;br /&gt;so smart.&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;amanda left.&lt;br /&gt;then adeline left soon after that.&lt;br /&gt;we wet her whole pinafore.&lt;br /&gt;at pastamania&lt;br /&gt;me, iris, wing and mitch played truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to either one of their blogs to read about the dares.&lt;br /&gt;its just so damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired. out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song rocks&lt;/em&gt;I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad&lt;br /&gt;Carry you around when your arthritis is bad&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is grow old with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches&lt;br /&gt;Build you a fire if the furnace breaks&lt;br /&gt;Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;Kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Give you my coat when you are cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need youFeed youEven let ya hold the remote control&lt;br /&gt;So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink&lt;br /&gt;Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink&lt;br /&gt;I could be the man who grows old with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow old with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111055613396293303?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111055613396293303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111055613396293303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111055613396293303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111055613396293303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-ears-are-very-very-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111037756149121030</id><published>2005-03-09T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T22:12:41.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>images of today uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2129736332&gt; mission day. &lt;strong&gt;click&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111037756149121030?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111037756149121030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111037756149121030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111037756149121030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111037756149121030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/images-of-today-uploaded.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111037576905704208</id><published>2005-03-09T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T22:21:31.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like, today was total FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was gonna be boring.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt, really.&lt;br /&gt;maybe at sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;i watched huiyu and weejia go.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss them.&lt;br /&gt;the mission  thingo started quite alright la.&lt;br /&gt;then i was damn irritated sitting at the west side.&lt;br /&gt;so i joined mitch, anj, wing, iris, adeline.&lt;br /&gt;we colored panties!&lt;br /&gt;as mitch said, they're elligible to be topshop panties.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHA. one has my chio name okay.&lt;br /&gt;breaks were the funnest.&lt;br /&gt;the food was quite nice la. the mashed potato is YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;i love potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;during breaks played ball with karen, kaiting, tong, adeline, claudine, cla, mitch, midori.&lt;br /&gt;its like, karen quite pro.&lt;br /&gt;i steal the ball and say MINE!&lt;br /&gt;and then i think i rock okay.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;the third break played floorball with cheang, esther, mit, delia!, mitch, adeline, karen, kaiting, claudine, midori, tong. i cant rmb.&lt;br /&gt;THE END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towned with wing, joyce.&lt;br /&gt;cut hair.&lt;br /&gt;it somewhat looks smiliar&lt;br /&gt;but different.&lt;br /&gt;imma happy girl. x))&lt;br /&gt;trissy joined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went taka.&lt;br /&gt;eye and i ran away from them.&lt;br /&gt;haha then joyce had to go for tuition and she was late.&lt;br /&gt;she still dont wanna leave so i kicked her til she left.&lt;br /&gt;so the three of us settled where and what to eat using the MCQ thing.&lt;br /&gt;decided to eat at marche. again. haha!&lt;br /&gt;we walked. on the way me and wing played "jumping scissors paper stone."&lt;br /&gt;i think we invented that game! HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;rocks la.&lt;br /&gt;while iris was slowly reading the juice mag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate rosti!&lt;br /&gt;tey shared calamari and rosti.&lt;br /&gt;i hate sotong.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;like rubber band can.&lt;br /&gt;we took lame pictures la.&lt;br /&gt;then got this picture got one ghost walking beside IRIS!&lt;br /&gt;its a shadow. a black one.&lt;br /&gt;but its super dark shadow.&lt;br /&gt;and then we experimented if its human or ghost.&lt;br /&gt;i took another picture when people walking past.&lt;br /&gt;but the effect was different.&lt;br /&gt;that black shadow was so damn clear.&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;ghost! beside iris!&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;we took damn lame pictures can.&lt;br /&gt;wing put a serviette on eye's head&lt;br /&gt;and trissy looked like some samsui woman. hahahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;and then they took the knife and poke the juice mag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many funny things happen la.&lt;br /&gt;it was just funny FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;oh!&lt;br /&gt;in the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;trissy and i were in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i heard &lt;br /&gt;"yuck... YUCK! YUCK!!"&lt;br /&gt;i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;the marche toilet is not clean.&lt;br /&gt;there's cockroaches!&lt;br /&gt;she saw one in the cubicle she was in. &lt;br /&gt;and one crawling near the sink!&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;its unclean i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;hhaa when we got out of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;she said something about complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we were buying juice.&lt;br /&gt;there was this group of caucasians.&lt;br /&gt;this girl, dressed in black was like all bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;she kept going&lt;br /&gt;"and then she was like.. bla blah blah."&lt;br /&gt;"and then he was like... blah blah blah."&lt;br /&gt;they just practically stood in front of the stall yakking away.&lt;br /&gt;then the woman at the juice thing was like,&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me, your order?" or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;then she was like "just a minute.. yea. and you know?! it was like, blah blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;ugh?&lt;br /&gt;then iris said excuse me cause she couldnt walk.&lt;br /&gt;they were not fat but they were ALL blocking.&lt;br /&gt;then that yakking girl gave &lt;I&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; look.&lt;br /&gt;she didnt even move please.&lt;br /&gt;yak and yak yet dont understand simple english. HAHAh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left marche.&lt;br /&gt;i stuck the receipt in wing's SB.&lt;br /&gt;and then she stuffed it into my front.&lt;br /&gt;then i sat on the floor can.&lt;br /&gt;later going up the stairs to NYDC she stuffed it in the back of my pinafore again.&lt;br /&gt;i shook it out, and this waitress from NYDC stared with shock.&lt;br /&gt;after that&lt;br /&gt;this ice cream guy was like all eyes for dont know who.&lt;br /&gt;i think iris.&lt;br /&gt;or wing?&lt;br /&gt;AHHA. he's one ugly old man. i really meant old. as in OLD.&lt;br /&gt;i scared iris twice.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i cabbed home from school area,&lt;br /&gt;the uncle asked me, "you secondary school girl ah"&lt;br /&gt;then i was like "err? huh? ya."&lt;br /&gt;then he said "oh, haha. look like poly student."&lt;br /&gt;AHEM. excuse you?&lt;br /&gt;actually i also quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;last time people think im primary school kid. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;so i'd rather look old than like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;im out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me. i've got a role model. HOHO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111037576905704208?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111037576905704208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111037576905704208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111037576905704208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111037576905704208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/like-today-was-total-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111029440894195773</id><published>2005-03-08T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T23:12:12.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DIG THIS!&lt;br /&gt;READ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to be with. says:&lt;br /&gt;PUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be with. says:&lt;br /&gt;its so disgusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be with. says:&lt;br /&gt;i only want zhiyi lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be with. says:&lt;br /&gt;i change my mind.i want tong now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all those are typed by CHERYL FOO XUE ER.&lt;br /&gt;see how horny she is? she wants so many lovers.&lt;br /&gt;SHE HAS ALREADY TEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay more.&lt;br /&gt;its fyunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to be with. (cheryl_)&lt;br /&gt;scarlet fever (jade_)&lt;br /&gt;paddle pop! (dara_)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to be with. says:&lt;br /&gt;you can do me i cannot do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be with. says:&lt;br /&gt;eat shit lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paddle pop! says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG. jade you did her?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scarlet fever says:&lt;br /&gt;where got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scarlet fever says:&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paddle pop! says:&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111029440894195773?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111029440894195773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111029440894195773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111029440894195773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111029440894195773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/dig-this-read-i-want-to-be-with.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111028721353788494</id><published>2005-03-08T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T21:06:53.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im finally cutting my hair.&lt;br /&gt;i think its ugly as it is.&lt;br /&gt;i cant even live one day going to school.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;but lucky im cutting!&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;the shape is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; desttroyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111028721353788494?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111028721353788494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111028721353788494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111028721353788494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111028721353788494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/yes-im-finally-cutting-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111028549113299156</id><published>2005-03-08T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T20:38:11.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im currently screwing out all the screw drivers in my calculator and dismantling it.&lt;br /&gt;i have potential!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;school.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was darn lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;its like, ytd everyone towned til late.&lt;br /&gt;then today?&lt;br /&gt;moan groan. oh its school.&lt;br /&gt;got back ss paper today.&lt;br /&gt;i passed!&lt;br /&gt;but then. tsk. haiya. its only fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;AIM FOR PERFECTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese everyone was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;before lesson started.&lt;br /&gt;baowei was not right in the head.&lt;br /&gt;she took a mirror, and stared into her own teeth then drawing it.&lt;br /&gt;jade, bernice and cheryl and weejia have the same pencilbox.&lt;br /&gt;chinese lesson me and wing eating cars gummy.&lt;br /&gt;during maths, the ahlian post-its resumed. &lt;br /&gt;me and jade were talking shit on the post-its. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before english,&lt;br /&gt;judy passed jade a note through her friend, or some human.&lt;br /&gt;then she refused to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;i took for jade and stuffed it into her front blouse.&lt;br /&gt;she ahhhhed! and searched her bra for the note.&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you what it says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jade,&lt;br /&gt;"may u be my fren?"&lt;br /&gt; judy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHahhA!&lt;br /&gt;told cheryl and everyone was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school over.&lt;br /&gt;poon class.&lt;br /&gt;he ah. want to argue with me.&lt;br /&gt;he wasted time on telling us reasons why we should go for our maths tutorial instead of sittin for the test.&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is, mr lau is not in class.&lt;br /&gt;so it doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. poon speaks with so much "reason" its irritating.&lt;br /&gt;he spent 20 minutes reasoning with us.&lt;br /&gt;and he said the test is 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;like duh.&lt;br /&gt;we could have finished it.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but he was damn funny can. he said &lt;br /&gt;"wait, why are we argueing over the test"&lt;br /&gt;and then its just so damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;i asked stupid question on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;he gave me stupid answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went for maths&lt;br /&gt;and everyone was grumbling out of his class.&lt;br /&gt;we didntdo ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;and i mean NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;because og the nor LINGLING!&lt;br /&gt;she went to ask that peter's grandmother question again.&lt;br /&gt;then me, jade, melissa and christie were dying to know the ans.&lt;br /&gt;she wouldnt tell.&lt;br /&gt;so we asked her a question instead,&lt;br /&gt;the one abbout the johnny johnny johnny johnny whoosh! johnny whoosh!&lt;br /&gt;anw. i asked bernice jade and wing on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;they were dying to know the ans too.&lt;br /&gt;even when im having tuition they kept asking for clues.&lt;br /&gt;i thought they would have let it go after i left.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;anw. it depends. i think it feels quite irritating to not know the ans.&lt;br /&gt;and i also can predict that aft they know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;i will not only hear "wahlao", "chey!"&lt;br /&gt;and even "this kind of thing no one will realise one LORHXXxXX"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. ahliannerfied please.&lt;br /&gt;tuition was desrerted!&lt;br /&gt;only 5 person.&lt;br /&gt;what happpened to all the other losers.&lt;br /&gt;i was uber hardworking okay!&lt;br /&gt;i did so fast and joyce/ginni were snoozing.&lt;br /&gt;the tchr also ask why i do so fast.&lt;br /&gt;IM DAMN PROUD of myself.&lt;br /&gt;this is a first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went esso. i ate the paddle pop jelly ice ccream!&lt;br /&gt;then i was hungry so i bought this chocolate bun.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. at the tuition the lift there i stuffed it all into my mouth in less than a minute.&lt;br /&gt;i almost choked. but no one saw and i kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked past the econ downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;saw my paddle pop ice cream jelly and was craving for more.&lt;br /&gt;so i bought more.&lt;br /&gt;im addicted.&lt;br /&gt;one day eat twice!&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tagboard sucks. &lt;br /&gt;i cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw tan LH today.&lt;br /&gt;make me angrier.&lt;br /&gt;im still remembering that shit.&lt;br /&gt;this is a grudge man.&lt;br /&gt;idiot sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111028549113299156?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111028549113299156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111028549113299156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111028549113299156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111028549113299156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-currently-screwing-out-all-screw.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111020498724301401</id><published>2005-03-07T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T22:16:27.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont hesitate&lt;br /&gt;holla at me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend was alright.&lt;br /&gt;ytd had steamboat!&lt;br /&gt;hoho. the prawns were jumping out of the containers and i smelled like hell when i got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school!&lt;br /&gt;half day today.&lt;br /&gt;it ended real soon.&lt;br /&gt;before assembly started.&lt;br /&gt;vankelly , yo and the rest talked about the haunted theathre at PS.&lt;br /&gt;then dont know why the topic changed to "ghost busters"&lt;br /&gt;you know, that cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;and the song was soon sung.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;"who you gonna call? GHOST BUSTERS!"&lt;br /&gt;it was friggin hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;there was PE.&lt;br /&gt;we wasted time, really.&lt;br /&gt;joyce makes a bad badminton partner.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;then chinese was fun. haha.&lt;br /&gt;anw.&lt;br /&gt;had chem. i got nine/fifteen. yay please.&lt;br /&gt;i finally passed a sub.&lt;br /&gt;ALAMAK. i think i going to fail this CA.&lt;br /&gt;aft chem class towned with mich and wing.&lt;br /&gt;we watched howl's moving castle. &lt;br /&gt;then mitch went for dental.&lt;br /&gt;so both of us went to taka.&lt;br /&gt;she bought presents.&lt;br /&gt;then went cold storage.&lt;br /&gt;this idiot was idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;i asked him where to get jelly babies from.&lt;br /&gt;he told me to go lane thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;which sold baby food.&lt;br /&gt;HAH. is he stupid or just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;then back to cine.&lt;br /&gt;watched lemony snickets : a series of unfortunate events.&lt;br /&gt;i think howl's is nicer.&lt;br /&gt;that fire and that fat witch is so damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;AHHA. oh. and the scarecrow also la.&lt;br /&gt;the series of unfortunate events wasnt that nice la.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i expected too much.&lt;br /&gt;but got more of climax than humor.&lt;br /&gt;overall is was just so fun la.&lt;br /&gt;we had marche for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all ate ham and cheese crepe.&lt;br /&gt;that pepper cream sauce was yummy like nuts.&lt;br /&gt;then i ate too many watermelons!&lt;br /&gt;now my tummy bloated like watermelonny.&lt;br /&gt;its what i have to pay for being greedy.&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;mitch had pepper stuck in her teeth and she looked so damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;we were initially in the cottage swiss.&lt;br /&gt;until this noisy group of humans came in and we decided to move.&lt;br /&gt;where there was a mirror for me to be vain! &lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;went to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;we saw 16. so we ran like kiasu aunties.&lt;br /&gt;we reached okay.&lt;br /&gt;the bus was there.&lt;br /&gt;he didnt see us so i knocked the door.&lt;br /&gt;he gave a hand signal that meant "goaway"&lt;br /&gt;then he drove off.&lt;br /&gt;irritating can. potato brain.&lt;br /&gt;went bukit merah interchange.&lt;br /&gt;in 273 there was many guys with screwed up hair.&lt;br /&gt;i look and i feel disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;its quite sad actually, the way they think their hair is so funky when actually its not.&lt;br /&gt;then i overheard this aunty screaming at her daughter over the phone. &lt;br /&gt;she said :&lt;br /&gt;"im on 273. where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"WHERE ARE YOU?"&lt;br /&gt;"everytime ah! everytime go out until so late then come home."&lt;br /&gt;"even jie jie come home earlier than you!!"&lt;br /&gt;"im telling you ah, come home this instant i tell you."&lt;br /&gt;"dont make me angry or i'll smack you i tell you."&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111020498724301401?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111020498724301401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=111020498724301401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111020498724301401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/111020498724301401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/dont-hesitate-holla-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111004108143402055</id><published>2005-03-05T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T00:44:41.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>michelle is in love!&lt;br /&gt;i know who. eddie!&lt;br /&gt;HHAHAHA. i must see how he look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;swimming tomorrow with danny!&lt;br /&gt;HAH! lame name!&lt;br /&gt;HAH! it rhymes!&lt;br /&gt;HAH! im a stupid lame SAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that meeting wing to go present hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. i was being lame in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;i cooked campbell and i dont know why i added in cabbage. HAHAHAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;i think i had the just woke up brain.&lt;br /&gt;i watched tv.&lt;br /&gt;CARTOONS!&lt;br /&gt;i watched the spongebob in the making.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO WATCH THE MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;i like patrick! (:&lt;br /&gt;that pink starfish.&lt;br /&gt;and in the movie got scarlett johanson.&lt;br /&gt;i loved her ad. that perfume ad.&lt;br /&gt;i think she looked hot. not hot. but just hot.&lt;br /&gt;you know? that black and white perfume ad?&lt;br /&gt;alamak. over run.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. ya. i like it. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;then i was bored.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to make this art attack thing.&lt;br /&gt;i watched on disney.&lt;br /&gt;i made a coffin for post it notes. i think nice okay.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont like. going to give the small sister.&lt;br /&gt;im in love!&lt;br /&gt;with post its.&lt;br /&gt;i think they're so pretty in colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;its been a fun day being a rotting pea.&lt;br /&gt;im out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111004108143402055?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-111000580128128975</id><published>2005-03-05T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T14:56:41.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>change of plans.&lt;br /&gt;swimming tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;with dan.&lt;br /&gt;today, rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to get ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like making cookies aye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-111000580128128975?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/111000580128128975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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thinking about going swimming tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time get a little tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;but im too irritated to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110995526377698456?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110995526377698456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110995526377698456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110995526377698456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110995526377698456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-thinking-about-going-swimming.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110995344168994321</id><published>2005-03-04T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T00:24:01.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im having oatmeal now. &lt;br /&gt;im uber hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class.&lt;br /&gt;chinese.&lt;br /&gt;cla, tong and i were eating spaghetti in class.&lt;br /&gt;and the smell was soo strong it could kill a cow.&lt;br /&gt;and then foo teacher keep walking here and there.&lt;br /&gt;danger zone pls.&lt;br /&gt;phyzzzzicxxzxX.&lt;br /&gt;tanLH was a suckerass.&lt;br /&gt;like, want to scold then scold me in my face.&lt;br /&gt;dont humiliate me in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i have attitude and thats my problem.&lt;br /&gt;your logic doesnt make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;just because im in a uniform group CCA doesnt mean i have to be "disciplined"&lt;br /&gt;i can also apply the same message to you.&lt;br /&gt;just because you're a teacher doesnt mean you can act all high and mighty like God to change people to way you want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;shut your mouth asshole.&lt;br /&gt;i'll remember this grudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess.&lt;br /&gt;laugh and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;was asked to blog by cheryl. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;debbie ng and sasha long licked a same ice cream, fed each other food like bao, drank from the same cup of chinchow. and also fed each other polar biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;like PB ah. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;in other words, the ice cream thing? they tongued each other la.&lt;br /&gt;suffer from the embarassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CME.&lt;br /&gt;boring. i was balancing a pen on top of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guides.&lt;br /&gt;after school.&lt;br /&gt;before guides played pool.&lt;br /&gt;me, cla, mitch, de, mit.&lt;br /&gt;esther was there rotting.&lt;br /&gt;kaiting joined.&lt;br /&gt;fun.&lt;br /&gt;guides.&lt;br /&gt;go visit olf folks.&lt;br /&gt;aiyoyo.&lt;br /&gt;quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;they not at home.&lt;br /&gt;made wasted trip.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;the policeman talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;he seemed nice.&lt;br /&gt;he asked who want to be police when they grow up.&lt;br /&gt;everyone in our group said no. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i told him cause will get killed easily.&lt;br /&gt;he's funny man. dont act like police at all. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft guides.&lt;br /&gt;town. balloons!&lt;br /&gt;i like to hold balloons.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a clown.&lt;br /&gt;but a pretty clown.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to wear ugly white face paint and red cheeks and lips and i dont want crossed eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to wear something nice and give out ballloons.&lt;br /&gt;or fly away to the sky with the balloons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. for adeline.&lt;br /&gt;i bought cookie monster balloon.&lt;br /&gt;mich bought zoe from sesame street balloon.&lt;br /&gt;cla bought blue's clues balloon.&lt;br /&gt;huiyu bought spongebob balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so ballooony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went tanah merah.&lt;br /&gt;long trip.&lt;br /&gt;i complained alot.&lt;br /&gt;today got alot of assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during guides got another one.&lt;br /&gt;some fcuked up sec two girl who thinks she's so damn "im the best" was an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;excuse me Miss-wannabe-and-i-might-be-skinny-but-strong,&lt;br /&gt;you're NOT who you think you can be.&lt;br /&gt;you're just a loser with a poser attitude.&lt;br /&gt;miss-ng, dont threaten me.&lt;br /&gt;you? this kind? dont pretend to make me think that im contradicting you.&lt;br /&gt;you're contradicting yourself.&lt;br /&gt;you? OHMAN.&lt;br /&gt;grow up. get a life.&lt;br /&gt;grow fat.&lt;br /&gt;you're too skinny.&lt;br /&gt;cant "fight" me what.&lt;br /&gt;you like to use violence what. &lt;br /&gt;go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;ahem, excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;one tight slap from my pissed off palm and you're a goner.&lt;br /&gt;you might have the strength to whack me,&lt;br /&gt;but you have no calcium in your toothpick bones to withstand the slap.&lt;br /&gt;i also heard you're also a PL wannabe. &lt;br /&gt;you cant make it.&lt;br /&gt;let me give you a suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;go end your life now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, jump down suntec city or something.&lt;br /&gt;LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;dont try me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bloody hell wish you'd read this. because with common sense, its for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt bloody from THAT teacher who bloody hell told me to "get out of this bloody classroom". guess which piece of COWdung said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im freaking crossed.&lt;br /&gt;im freaking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to BITE SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. unhappy, behind.&lt;br /&gt;happy, in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adeline's party.&lt;br /&gt;we were lost!&lt;br /&gt;aiya. dont scold her today.&lt;br /&gt;she got priority.&lt;br /&gt;today is hers.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. monday she'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;we couldnt find the bungalows and explored up down left right&lt;br /&gt;um, actually, practically the WHOLE of that safra we walked.&lt;br /&gt;reached.&lt;br /&gt;angry. but never say. hahhha. xD&lt;br /&gt;then went playground.&lt;br /&gt;see saw was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then aft that it was quite boring cause nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;so i sat inside the slide and listened to the lousy &lt;I&gt;zentouch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda and iris were nice people to bring my spaghetti and of course, my all time favourite potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;i was about to eat the potatoes when ANNA CHEN came and attempted to roll the basketball up the slide without realising im in there.&lt;br /&gt;THEN. my whole plate of precious food dropped.&lt;br /&gt;wahlao la.&lt;br /&gt;i havent eaten a bite, okay. maybe a bite.&lt;br /&gt;but less than two bites la.&lt;br /&gt;irritating okay.&lt;br /&gt;i was squatting in the slide and my heart was smashed la.&lt;br /&gt;like, i was almost drooling and POOF! my potato's gone.&lt;br /&gt;that joanne was another one.&lt;br /&gt;dont know whats so funny.&lt;br /&gt;she laugh until sit on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;i look very pathetic meh?&lt;br /&gt;the whole plate upside down smashed on the slide.&lt;br /&gt;damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;then i was irritated.&lt;br /&gt;aiy a. like the day was bad.&lt;br /&gt;and my potato fly away somemore. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;anna didnt get me a  new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know why i was sad la, over food somemore.&lt;br /&gt;so i sat in the slide alone mourning over my potato who got murdered my a big round orange circle.&lt;br /&gt;i lied in there upside down&lt;br /&gt;and saw people's hair going swoosh! because they all were playing catch and when they run,&lt;br /&gt;the hair all goes SWOOSH. like dash from the incredibles.&lt;br /&gt;then the whole day i only ate two sticks of satay and one egg tart.&lt;br /&gt;i hate egg tarts.&lt;br /&gt;but at that hungry caveman moment,&lt;br /&gt;it was like bird's nest and sharks fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play pool.&lt;br /&gt;I WIN ALL THE GAMES!&lt;br /&gt;the one i played with cla i won because her white ball went in with the eight.&lt;br /&gt;the last part i played with amanda cause we took over wennie's and mich. i won also because smanda's white ball went in with the eight ball.&lt;br /&gt;then i play with wennie and i won. this time my own effort okay.&lt;br /&gt;then taught cheryl foo, jade, bernice and weejia pool.&lt;br /&gt;they quite stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i thought they smart.&lt;br /&gt;i just know i explain until very pek chek.&lt;br /&gt;especially jade. i think she's major stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt understand when everyone does. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;simple = conplicated?&lt;br /&gt;jade = blur octopus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ruined people's game la.&lt;br /&gt;they play bowling then i stole their game.&lt;br /&gt;as in. i bowled three times.&lt;br /&gt;three times go to the big dirty drain okay.&lt;br /&gt;i suck at it la.&lt;br /&gt;can you believe i was like pro last time?&lt;br /&gt;haha. must show off. i had my own ball and shoes okay!&lt;br /&gt;aiya. i slackened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft that sat car home with cla and mich.&lt;br /&gt;cla's bro-in-law fetch.&lt;br /&gt;as they say,&lt;br /&gt;he is a very angry man.&lt;br /&gt;and i agree that he is a very angry man indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my hairband!&lt;br /&gt;TEARS la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adeline : happy sour sixteen. sorry cant stay til late. tanah merah is not bukit merah.sorry cant cut cake and sing song. you want to hear me sing meh? later you have to pay for all the broken windows. thanks for the invite! happy sixteenth la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought simple life was today.&lt;br /&gt;how lame can i get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110995344168994321?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110995344168994321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110995344168994321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110995344168994321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110995344168994321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-having-oatmeal-now.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110985539257657739</id><published>2005-03-03T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T21:37:56.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>study date on sunday uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;FELICIA stop rushing me!&lt;br /&gt;xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2129993771&gt;images. click la.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weejia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weejia! (: MISSES truck loads. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joanna&lt;/strong&gt; aye! i told you the truth. you dont believe okay. xP. and i want to be the moomoo! i said first. hohoho. yes, i am SO nice. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gwen&lt;/strong&gt; HELLO! dont squeeze my ass. i got gwen-phobia.; hhahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110985539257657739?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110985539257657739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110985539257657739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110985539257657739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110985539257657739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/study-date-on-sunday-uploaded.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110985381402269539</id><published>2005-03-03T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T20:43:34.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;keep going til' you hit the spot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the last paper.&lt;br /&gt;hurray!&lt;br /&gt;today has been a darn lame one.&lt;br /&gt;science was okay.&lt;br /&gt;we got our yearbooks!&lt;br /&gt;my goodness la.&lt;br /&gt;it was so damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;tong kept looking at people with long hair.&lt;br /&gt;and looked like ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;its just funny.&lt;br /&gt;okay. then we saw this person.&lt;br /&gt;graduating class la,&lt;br /&gt;she wrote "i love only my friends"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! like, is she indirectly saying that she likes onlyher friends and no one else?&lt;br /&gt;thats funny la.&lt;br /&gt;then dont know who wrote something like.&lt;br /&gt;"i'll remember those who were nice to me and forget about the rest"&lt;br /&gt;its damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHH.&lt;br /&gt;aft school!&lt;br /&gt;ikea. with mich and anjana.&lt;br /&gt;anjana pinched me!&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;on the way there in the bus both of them and sheryl started to poke me and they called it "masssage"&lt;br /&gt;aiyo. its itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths was lame okay.&lt;br /&gt;me and jade were writing ah lian language on post- its.&lt;br /&gt;things like.&lt;br /&gt;"eHz. I wiLL sUrElY fAiL mY mAthxX oNe LeH."&lt;br /&gt;"wAh, ChErYl goTxX 29/35 fOr MaThZ wOrX~~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;using all those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haHaxX / kEkeIxX&lt;br /&gt;and those other liannerfied language made us laugh like crazy pls.&lt;br /&gt;adeline read the post - its and were complaining the difficulty of reading.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i bought a new file and many pretty post-it notes.&lt;br /&gt;i especially like the lime green one.&lt;br /&gt;my hand ugly. the wound is still healing.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;and on my the other hand tong wrote my name with a marker.&lt;br /&gt;both hands are ugly!&lt;br /&gt;okay. at ikea.&lt;br /&gt;we ate. MEATBALLS!&lt;br /&gt;then we were playing bluff using polka cards. is that the correct spelling for polka?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know la.&lt;br /&gt;then the manager came to tell us to dont play/&lt;br /&gt;he was polite.&lt;br /&gt;but still- irritating.&lt;br /&gt;i must say this.&lt;br /&gt;we were only playing bluff at ikea cause thats the only game that anjana knows how to play. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;DONT PINCH ME!&lt;br /&gt;then later we went to anchorpoint foodcourt to play the cards la.&lt;br /&gt;saw vanboo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven-elevened.&lt;br /&gt;HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;online. change of template!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess whats for dara's dinner?&lt;br /&gt;1. s'mores granola bar.&lt;br /&gt;2.maggie mee like biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;3. paddle pop jelly ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been hunting for that paddle pop jelly ice cream for I DONT KNOW HOW LONG!&lt;br /&gt;the last time i ate it was at tuition.&lt;br /&gt;which was tuesday&lt;br /&gt;and it left me wanted more on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt find it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;my house DOWNSTAIRS have!&lt;br /&gt;woohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;tmr got guides la.&lt;br /&gt;go smash people's face.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft that, present.&lt;br /&gt;then to adeline's party.&lt;br /&gt;about party,&lt;br /&gt;anjana kept asking this irritating question.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;she asked "why do people say 'im throwing a party' when a party cant be thrown?"&lt;br /&gt;then she went on on if the cakes were thrown, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;michello and i just couldnt give her an answer.&lt;br /&gt;and can you believe that i got pinched by her because i said i dont like johnny depp?&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD&lt;br /&gt;she's nuts.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;added christie to links.&lt;br /&gt;im out.&lt;br /&gt;love the song?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll take you to the candy shop&lt;br /&gt;i'll let you lick the lollipop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110985381402269539?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110985381402269539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110985381402269539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110985381402269539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110985381402269539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/03/keep-going-til-you-hit-spot-tomorrows.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110933785774744341</id><published>2005-02-25T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T21:24:17.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>physics was as usual havoc.&lt;br /&gt;allowed to leave class at 11.&lt;br /&gt;so aft recess was goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;and then after buying food,&lt;br /&gt;at that big step from the canteen to the hardcourt,&lt;br /&gt;i tripped and fell okay.&lt;br /&gt;then everyone saw.&lt;br /&gt;thats damn malu-ing.&lt;br /&gt;then one group of nice people ask me are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;my skin fly away la.its like scraped out? YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;its stuck at the hardcourt the step the edge there. i saw it at recess.&lt;br /&gt;my hand also la. its internal bleeeding.&lt;br /&gt;and the outside layer of the skin also gone la.&lt;br /&gt;i feel disgusted pls.&lt;br /&gt;its so pain.&lt;br /&gt;and its so embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;usher-ed at the foyer with mich, de and cla.&lt;br /&gt;the parents walk so fast la.&lt;br /&gt;make me very tired.&lt;br /&gt;then later the investiture was over.&lt;br /&gt;and then had MOCK!&lt;br /&gt;alamak.&lt;br /&gt;i know i lost alot of marks pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had guides after that.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite alright la.&lt;br /&gt;i think im in love with samosa.&lt;br /&gt;i keep eating.&lt;br /&gt;got potato!&lt;br /&gt;finally did the backdrop and the gateway banners for the campfire.&lt;br /&gt;it rocks lala.&lt;br /&gt;the gateway one got spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;hoho. so cute pls.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait til the campfire.&lt;br /&gt;and im the emcee audition judge.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;after guides,&lt;br /&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;im still confused inside out.&lt;br /&gt;not confused.&lt;br /&gt;everything's tangled.&lt;br /&gt;AIYA.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye actually i fell in love with that so funky slide phone,&lt;br /&gt;samsung E810C&lt;br /&gt;then now a new one came out. its samsung D500C&lt;br /&gt;and its even better!&lt;br /&gt;and i fell in love with the other one.&lt;br /&gt;because the newer one has&lt;br /&gt;camera with flash and zoom,&lt;br /&gt;mp3,&lt;br /&gt;video.&lt;br /&gt;the older one only has&lt;br /&gt;camera with zoom. its rotatable.&lt;br /&gt;and video recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. i want the newer one. but its 1048 please.&lt;br /&gt;i want to jump down.&lt;br /&gt;its horribly expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110933785774744341?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110933785774744341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110933785774744341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110933785774744341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110933785774744341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/02/physics-was-as-usual-havoc.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110933529309540227</id><published>2005-02-25T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T20:42:32.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the previous tag replies.&lt;br /&gt;cause i hate that tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;and its gone.&lt;br /&gt;click on the pokes at the bottom of the entry to tag pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE lost TAGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4getful lucy's wife: i love forgetful lucy. i love my song [husband] i shall and will not be unfaithful cos of a rubber duckie song. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mich: hello dear, is my blog nicer ? of course !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wing: its okay. sa is not that nice. the place is old and warm. btw tat guy attract by the chicken wing not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mich: STUDY HARDER OR SOFTER ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE REPLIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clarice&lt;/strong&gt; ; aiyo. you're lame please. hahaa. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle&lt;/strong&gt; ; no please, mine chioer. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wing&lt;/strong&gt; ; aye, wing=chicken wing. so chicken wing = you! HAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle&lt;/strong&gt; ; play hard or softer? softer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110933529309540227?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110933529309540227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110933529309540227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110933529309540227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110933529309540227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/02/previous-tag-replies.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110925800747483737</id><published>2005-02-24T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T23:28:15.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was fun pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. felicia is timid.&lt;br /&gt;explored the staircases at tiongbahru.&lt;br /&gt;HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;i want tangyuan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110925800747483737?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110925800747483737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110925800747483737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110925800747483737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110925800747483737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/02/today-was-fun-pls.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110915293107412493</id><published>2005-02-23T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T18:02:11.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i know we had our problems.&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i almost forgot to say something else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if i cant fit it in i'll keep it all to myself ; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i almost wrote a song about you today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i tore it all up and then i threw it away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAs are coming.&lt;br /&gt;felicia pulled out a strand of "un-black" hair today.&lt;br /&gt;i think im dying.&lt;br /&gt;aft school had geog.&lt;br /&gt;after that stayed back supposingly to study.&lt;br /&gt;but then play play play, talk talk talk.&lt;br /&gt;we played wheel of fortune. HAHA. which was like damn lame pls.&lt;br /&gt;i was the pretty lady and adeline is the old man. that host guy.&lt;br /&gt;the players were midori, kaiting, claudine and sopna.&lt;br /&gt;we had a wheel okay, drawn on the board.&lt;br /&gt;just that its not money on the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;its food and blahs.&lt;br /&gt;potato bread was a famous spin.&lt;br /&gt;and so was cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;how we spin?&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;br /&gt;its just damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;then later talked about ghost ghost stuff la.&lt;br /&gt;kaiting sick pls. must get well la. or else CA come you'll die.&lt;br /&gt;and in the commerce room, adeline hummed the song she was listening.&lt;br /&gt;1. out of tune.&lt;br /&gt;2. it just sounded ghostly.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;some sec one or two girl go and knock my spongebob water bottle&lt;br /&gt;and it rolled on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;tsk. never even help me pick up.&lt;br /&gt;i caught you red-handed.&lt;br /&gt;met foo teacher at theatrette. she was piano playing?&lt;br /&gt;friday got some prefect investiture thing.&lt;br /&gt;yay pls. can skip CME.&lt;br /&gt;aft that, im out.&lt;br /&gt;that fatty teacher who told us to shutup owns a pigeot.&lt;br /&gt;i want to buy seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;aiya.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;im confused inside out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110915293107412493?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110915293107412493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110915293107412493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110915293107412493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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know la.&lt;br /&gt;jade and i were kiasu.&lt;br /&gt;after PE we rushed like dash to maths class just to chope a good seat.&lt;br /&gt;these were the expectations:&lt;br /&gt;1. have to be middle back.&lt;br /&gt;2. dont want to be right at the back.&lt;br /&gt;3. have to be under fan.&lt;br /&gt;4. dont sit near yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese. aiya.&lt;br /&gt;changed in her class again.&lt;br /&gt;because she wouldnt allow people to go toilet.&lt;br /&gt;so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;during recess, i rushed the essay on the travel thing and i gave up on eating okay.&lt;br /&gt;then she say she collect tmr. box her la.&lt;br /&gt;chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;very the lala one la.&lt;br /&gt;everytime chemistry comes, my pen will die on me.&lt;br /&gt;thats one fact that kaiting notices.&lt;br /&gt;everytime. during chem.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;gummy bears are rockerass okay.&lt;br /&gt;its so damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;you lay them out one by one in a line.&lt;br /&gt;and then they all look like some polly pocket humans we used to play during childhood days.&lt;br /&gt;had lit test aft sch.&lt;br /&gt;i think fail?&lt;br /&gt;something is seriously wrong with the tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft sch townned with wing.&lt;br /&gt;she huh. want the "thischickcanfly" nike tee.&lt;br /&gt;TSK. see who snatch first.&lt;br /&gt;aiya. obviously you right. some people richer than me.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;i think i want to ask someone to confiscate my atm card.&lt;br /&gt;and i will ask someone to lock my computer by changing the password.&lt;br /&gt;im so damn tempted to come online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. at town.&lt;br /&gt;ate high class food okay.&lt;br /&gt;fish and chips at taka.&lt;br /&gt;wing had calamari.&lt;br /&gt;fries are nice with pepper.&lt;br /&gt;saw so many funny people.&lt;br /&gt;i know we saw this fat buttock person three times.&lt;br /&gt;dont know guy or girl.&lt;br /&gt;gender crisis.&lt;br /&gt;then this girl at action city snigger at me.&lt;br /&gt;just because i saw a bart simpson figurine that was color wronged.&lt;br /&gt;then i said "wahlao. spoil my husband's name"&lt;br /&gt;and the worse thing is she's alone la. then down there sniggering away to herself.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha. its quite funny though.&lt;br /&gt;i got a spongebob waterbottle!&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;thankyouv.much to the wing who loves to eat crispy chicken wings to attract guys who like wings and wing eating wings.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. i love that bottle. and its drip safe.&lt;br /&gt;aiya. i like gummy bears la.&lt;br /&gt;shuyu! your 'i love you' balloon is still surviving pls.&lt;br /&gt;xD thankyou truck loads. MISSES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna play anymore.&lt;br /&gt;everything also got something to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sehctib gnikcuf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if im purposely being fake?&lt;br /&gt;two can play the same game.&lt;br /&gt;dont treat me like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;you aint that smart anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110899540589102550?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110899540589102550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110899540589102550' title='0 Comments'/><link 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got drunk at school at fourteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where i almost made out with the homecoming queen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who almost went on to be miss texas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but lost to a slut with much bigger breasts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAHHHAHAAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent do homework la.&lt;br /&gt;going to die tmr.&lt;br /&gt;aiya. i feel like i have mood swing.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;everyone went out on saturday&lt;br /&gt;and iwas being a loser at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just saw the mtv of drop it like its hot.&lt;br /&gt;the cluck cluck part is funny. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110889605434669460?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i got to keep my feet on the ground.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple life.&lt;br /&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;now then i know there's such a thing as spray tanning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i cant settle on a proper song.&lt;br /&gt;i like it a day.&lt;br /&gt;then i find it inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;so then i change again.&lt;br /&gt;alamak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110882821530551932?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110882821530551932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110882821530551932' title='0 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mtv cause there werent cartoons on nickelodeon.&lt;br /&gt;and got nice songs pls.&lt;br /&gt;and now, im loving one song.&lt;br /&gt;and i also realise that actually chinese songs are not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt better today&lt;br /&gt;after waking up, i cooked potatoes and veggies.&lt;br /&gt;eat vegetables. helps you grow!&lt;br /&gt;it sure feels better after sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;and then again today,&lt;br /&gt;i felt like going to sajc.&lt;br /&gt;sorry wingwink i cancelled last minute.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday no mood la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im eating the cheryl and jade lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;and thinking about the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"im not trying to show off, but actually im very capable"&lt;/em&gt; or something.&lt;br /&gt;HOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got switched to mr lau's class!&lt;br /&gt;yay. i hate mr low. sucker.&lt;br /&gt;now cheryl foo wants to drop a maths.&lt;br /&gt;please, you wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yester funsplash was fun okay.&lt;br /&gt;that zhenyi and that mcpig lame please.&lt;br /&gt;that tcher also la.&lt;br /&gt;that caroliner teacher.&lt;br /&gt;dont know her name.&lt;br /&gt;she thought i was sec one.&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;br /&gt;zhenyi scream like fizah, got the ZZZZ ZZZZZZZ sound in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;mcpig keepy making me. laugh horribly.&lt;br /&gt;donno who call me garbage collecter. oh, it was shanna long.&lt;br /&gt;shanna triped me. i almost fall. she's one big irritant.&lt;br /&gt;in school she keeps making fun. and its not funny.&lt;br /&gt;that jaey or whatever is her accomplice.&lt;br /&gt;back to the funsplash topic.&lt;br /&gt;after being kind and delivering buns to the people slacking at the back,&lt;br /&gt;i tripped and knock the step the edge.&lt;br /&gt;because of some abunehnieh people.&lt;br /&gt;so fat block the way.&lt;br /&gt;and now i have a big cut and a blue black.&lt;br /&gt;no, its purple black.&lt;br /&gt;UGLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alamak.&lt;br /&gt;that two locker below me girl is from caroline pls.&lt;br /&gt;win lottery also not so accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went opposite the pool to deliver drinks and food.&lt;br /&gt;then i stayed there for good to wave the blue flag.&lt;br /&gt;i hit the dont know who teacher. aiya. that bung like one lar.&lt;br /&gt;i whacked her with the flag twice.&lt;br /&gt;and that zhenyi's screams are so loud, i can go deaf.&lt;br /&gt;and that mcpig use the pom pom to make me.&lt;br /&gt;and then michelle ang and krystal came&lt;br /&gt;and used the pompom and put at my shorts there saying its my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;maria and i sang the ole ole song when cheering.&lt;br /&gt;i only realised that mich ang was in caroline ytd.&lt;br /&gt;like "elaine, elaine elaine elaine. ---- elaine-- elaine."&lt;br /&gt;hhahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;lame la.&lt;br /&gt;im so cold now. why the aircon so cold huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caroline got second?!&lt;br /&gt;thats like super unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;who cares la.&lt;br /&gt;after funsplash went to tiong with amanda, iris and wingwink.&lt;br /&gt;ate macs.&lt;br /&gt;we sat beside the ezlink machine.&lt;br /&gt;some fat boy very irritating.&lt;br /&gt;i made fun of him&lt;br /&gt;and he thought i was playing.&lt;br /&gt;then he started poking me and shit.&lt;br /&gt;so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;but then his reaction also very funny la.&lt;br /&gt;i was like "&lt;em&gt;aye fat boy, where's your mother huh. i complain to her"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he say "&lt;em&gt;sorry sorry sorry la"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yester night i uploaded this song.&lt;br /&gt;its from sesame street.&lt;br /&gt;that yellow and red creature. is it red? i think so.&lt;br /&gt;bert and ernie.&lt;br /&gt;its like very cute pls.&lt;br /&gt;i still want to buy gummy bears.&lt;br /&gt;thinking of going to red hill to develop pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;im still thinking.&lt;br /&gt;and i want to buy gummy bears to put on books.&lt;br /&gt;aiya. wingyan and joyce will get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fel ;  eh its just rubber. hahah. dont have to be so scared pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheey ; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wing&lt;/strong&gt; ; neh, that guy at CK tang escada promoter, he was almost drooling while you ate the chicken wing. you're attractive to all la. admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gwen&lt;/strong&gt; ; hello! aye you which gwen? badminton gwen or npcc gwen? should be that butt pincher right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m&amp;m ??&lt;/strong&gt; ; haha. m&amp;m? thats madam mas la. not mich and mer. my blog rocks. aye mich, boo say she like my blog more than yours. ask mer to help you design la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rice&lt;/strong&gt; ; aiya. haha. you always say same sentence. i now pronounce you and &lt;i&gt;forgetful lucy&lt;/i&gt; wife and song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cherie&lt;/strong&gt; ; eh, hahaha you slow ah. the green 'tag' word is very obvious pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hi&lt;/strong&gt; ; im not your 'fren' . because i dont know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joyce&lt;/strong&gt; ; kuku! its not bottle cup stupid. its bottle cap. haHHHAHAHHHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl&lt;/strong&gt; ; relinked. your blog name, does it mean twisted as in you're crooked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jade&lt;/strong&gt; ; aiya.aiya. im never chio to start with. make me shy only.  i have no idea who is hi. you is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110881024566334142?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110881024566334142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;im in a whole world of &lt;em&gt;big fake smiles and stupid lies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know things that people think i dont.&lt;br /&gt;i know a whole lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont tell.&lt;br /&gt;stop being liars.&lt;br /&gt;stop being hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;stop being backstabbers.&lt;br /&gt;stop being bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;stop talking about other people horribly.&lt;br /&gt;stop going overboard.&lt;br /&gt;shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand everything that revolves around me anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110874132653833748?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110874132653833748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>everything so damn bekchek today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school sucks. assembly sucks. everything sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that councilor sucks. one day she'll get what she reserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl two lockers beneath me sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i know i hit you twice with the book or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if hitting you, i get paid.&lt;br /&gt;wrong.&lt;br /&gt;you caught me on a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics test postponed.&lt;br /&gt;so funny okay.&lt;br /&gt;i put the mini gummy bears on the textbook one by one and they look so damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft sch.&lt;br /&gt;made new ezlink.&lt;br /&gt;parted with nineteen bucks.&lt;br /&gt;CRY pls.&lt;br /&gt;then went to town.&lt;br /&gt;HIDE AND SEEK!&lt;br /&gt;dakota rocks please.&lt;br /&gt;but it was sort of boring at the start.&lt;br /&gt;like , the climax turned out un-shocking.&lt;br /&gt;then all the shocking came at once.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;for scared but want to watch people, the movie's great.&lt;br /&gt;for really into thrillers people, the movie sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i met stacey chia at the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;she watched hide and seek too.&lt;br /&gt;anw, the story was sort of like a twist.&lt;br /&gt;something that you wouldnt expect.&lt;br /&gt;so actually the storyline is quite nice. just confusing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to paragon.&lt;br /&gt;walking there that time&lt;br /&gt;some citibank people giving free water.&lt;br /&gt;HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;went quiksilver.&lt;br /&gt;see so many things.&lt;br /&gt;see so many tops&lt;br /&gt;see so many bottoms.&lt;br /&gt;want to buy but no bucks.&lt;br /&gt;went to prints.&lt;br /&gt;see so many notebooks.&lt;br /&gt;see so many chio pens.&lt;br /&gt;want to buy but no bucks.&lt;br /&gt;went to crumpler.&lt;br /&gt;see so many nice bags.&lt;br /&gt;saw one that i love.&lt;br /&gt;want to buy but no bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went popular.&lt;br /&gt;saw that monk guy.&lt;br /&gt;from that ren ci hospital or something.&lt;br /&gt;dont know la.&lt;br /&gt;bought file.&lt;br /&gt;went wisma.&lt;br /&gt;blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;all the guys stare and wingyan&lt;br /&gt;she's too hard to resist.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i look like one decomposing flower beside that blooming flower pls.&lt;br /&gt;went nike.&lt;br /&gt;went fila.&lt;br /&gt;went world of sports.&lt;br /&gt;saw this tee at nike i like,&lt;br /&gt;no money cannot buy.&lt;br /&gt;SAD la. i need money&lt;br /&gt;fall from the sky please.&lt;br /&gt;cant find waterbottle.&lt;br /&gt;so home i went.&lt;br /&gt;bus was smelly.&lt;br /&gt;tiong have rotten egg smell&lt;br /&gt;and pangsai smell.&lt;br /&gt;mrt got this woman got BO.&lt;br /&gt;everywhere is smelly.&lt;br /&gt;today. bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wingyan, thanks. x)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110855538466320218</id><published>2005-02-16T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T20:39:26.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mrs low always call me. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;irritating.&lt;br /&gt;stop picking on me la.&lt;br /&gt;during her lesson my tongue bled.&lt;br /&gt;i was eatin this sweet&lt;br /&gt;and it poked me.&lt;br /&gt;bleed alot.&lt;br /&gt;joyce eeeeee and eeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;so pain.&lt;br /&gt;and mrs low thought i pierced my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;like, wrong.&lt;br /&gt;it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;after school went to foo teacher class.&lt;br /&gt;they had mock II.&lt;br /&gt;i waited with bernice.&lt;br /&gt;we talked and talked&lt;br /&gt;about that make-user.&lt;br /&gt;foo teacher ask us keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;and i told her "but you also talking''&lt;br /&gt;haha. lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felly scared of cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;keep screaming.&lt;br /&gt;tong love curry puff.&lt;br /&gt;but today hate curry puff.&lt;br /&gt;mrs lim make us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;let us see lame pictures.&lt;br /&gt;i still havent gotten over the trauma.&lt;br /&gt;of how that witch tried to poison me and jade to death.&lt;br /&gt;kaiting got gastritis.&lt;br /&gt;adeline offer her prawn thing and pineapple tarts.&lt;br /&gt;shermaine greedy.&lt;br /&gt;steal and eat.&lt;br /&gt;steal and eat.&lt;br /&gt;i love drawing.&lt;br /&gt;jade is fated with judy.&lt;br /&gt;keep bumping.&lt;br /&gt;is it coincedental? or jade go find her.&lt;br /&gt;midori keeps whining.&lt;br /&gt;i am clare wee manager.&lt;br /&gt;everyone asks me "where's cla?" "where's wee" "pass this to wee please" "did you see wee?"&lt;br /&gt;stop it. why always ask me. i dont know!&lt;br /&gt;especially tan ah bung.&lt;br /&gt;michello scared mr sng.&lt;br /&gt;vankelly belt high.&lt;br /&gt;that witch still on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;felicia got frightened by my cockroach more than five times.&lt;br /&gt;cheryl foo gave the " i surrender" action when she saw the roach.&lt;br /&gt;karen give me m&amp;ms.&lt;br /&gt;i fail my accounts by one and a half marks.&lt;br /&gt;mr low pick on us.&lt;br /&gt;mrs low pick on me.&lt;br /&gt;foo teacher want me buy her new marker.&lt;br /&gt;foo teacher torture bernice.&lt;br /&gt;wingyan keep wearing specs?&lt;br /&gt;mitcho wrote me poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LIST OF PEOPLES THAT I SCARED TODAY using the fake roach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadecheng.&lt;br /&gt;feliciatoh.&lt;br /&gt;christiejane.&lt;br /&gt;cherylfoo.&lt;br /&gt;irisyeo&lt;br /&gt;feliciatoh.&lt;br /&gt;kimberlychua&lt;br /&gt;tongtong.&lt;br /&gt;claudine with an AAAAHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;cherylteo.&lt;br /&gt;vankelly&lt;br /&gt;feliciatoh&lt;br /&gt;huiyutay&lt;br /&gt;kaitingtan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's more. i cant remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LIST OF PEOPLE WHO WERENT SCARED.&lt;br /&gt;yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;tan ah bung seok ah hui.&lt;br /&gt;adeline.&lt;br /&gt;wingyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house practice sucked.&lt;br /&gt;was irritating.&lt;br /&gt;mitzi is.&lt;br /&gt;i hate her heck care attitude&lt;br /&gt;and her "oh, dont worry, the rest will do it" way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;like excuse me, elaine is dying from all the things you push to her.&lt;br /&gt;stop it.&lt;br /&gt;its ANNOYING. do something. attend the meetings.&lt;br /&gt;and then cheer was okay.&lt;br /&gt;im considering to join not.&lt;br /&gt;i shy.&lt;br /&gt;HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl, fell and sprained her kneee?&lt;br /&gt;and then anna keep laughing.&lt;br /&gt;like evil please.&lt;br /&gt;she fell and down there crying,&lt;br /&gt;there you are sniggering away.&lt;br /&gt;thats damn horrible. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then ginni like so noble pls.&lt;br /&gt;she went to take the wheelchair for that girl&lt;br /&gt;and she herself fell and her knee bleed like shit.&lt;br /&gt;alamak.&lt;br /&gt;dont know how is that girl now.&lt;br /&gt;she like totally one leg cannot walk.&lt;br /&gt;anw. anw. house practice sucked.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;shit the school&lt;br /&gt;everyday make me stay back til so late.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even remember the last time i went home early.&lt;br /&gt;like,last year?&lt;br /&gt;monday ; guides.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday ; peer tutorial, tution.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday ; house pract.&lt;br /&gt;thursday ; ALAMAK&lt;br /&gt;friday ; guides.&lt;br /&gt;i want to quit guides pls.&lt;br /&gt;fizah. aiya. i know you not happy to be in jasmine la.&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;at least dont need to see that girl that is trying to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaahha. she hates you pls.&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling shitty.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling troubled.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling confused.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling irritated of everything.&lt;br /&gt;im being impatient.&lt;br /&gt;im being easily pissed.&lt;br /&gt;im being IDONTKNOW.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the brightness.&lt;br /&gt;i off all the lights.&lt;br /&gt;alone in the house.&lt;br /&gt;i keep complaining.&lt;br /&gt;i keep arguing.&lt;br /&gt;i keep yelling.&lt;br /&gt;i keep fussing about this that.&lt;br /&gt;i keep boring people with my complains.&lt;br /&gt;is this stress?&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sheryl &lt;/strong&gt;;  how can you like mine? there;s practically nothing. ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joyce&lt;/strong&gt; ; aiya. no time la. you pay for my everyday take bus fares la. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rice&lt;/strong&gt; ;  hahahha. aye i thought my keys really lost okay. hahha. one day la. i'll meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mich&lt;/strong&gt; ; aye house practice sucks okay. haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boo&lt;/strong&gt; ; who are you hur? not van boo right? anw. thankyou pls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110855538466320218?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110855538466320218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110855538466320218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110855538466320218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110855538466320218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/02/mrs-low-always-call-me.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110856447061992127</id><published>2005-02-16T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:52:53.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. i want to blog something but i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. haiya. dont care already. tmr is a happy happy happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hide and seek!&lt;br /&gt;dakota rocks.&lt;br /&gt;you have NO idea how excited i am. *((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye i found this picture like from dont know where. HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="190" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v298/darryrawks/f7b99a35.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was taken at mich house.&lt;br /&gt;the bunny thing is boo's.&lt;br /&gt;so last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110856447061992127?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110856447061992127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110856447061992127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110856447061992127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110856447061992127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/02/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110847961533068848</id><published>2005-02-15T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:00:15.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tag replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clarice&lt;/strong&gt; ; i where got dao you! hahahaha. just that busy never go tag you what. HOHO. okay la. go tag you la. i saw sherlyn today but she didnt see me. (: haha. i changed song okay. but i think you were the only one who liked te previous one! (: me too okay. hoho. misses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jade and tong&lt;/strong&gt; ;  you're both relinked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110847961533068848?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110847961533068848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110847961533068848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110847961533068848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110847961533068848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/02/tag-replies.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110847898945268502</id><published>2005-02-15T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T22:56:19.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a fun one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my ez link! ):&lt;br /&gt;so nieh nieh one.&lt;br /&gt;i have to make a new one.&lt;br /&gt;i confirmed the price.&lt;br /&gt;its nineteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had guides aft school ytd.&lt;br /&gt;plain boring okay.&lt;br /&gt;played pool nd gracia was piano playing with pandora.&lt;br /&gt;ran back and had coh.&lt;br /&gt;sheralynn is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;like, hello.&lt;br /&gt;everything is sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;oh no! the sky is dropping!!&lt;br /&gt;like OHMYGOD!&lt;br /&gt;wth is up with your attitude pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the candies, flowers, those sweet tooths, blah and such'. i love. (: i munch. i grow fat. (:&lt;br /&gt;shuyu&lt;br /&gt;michelle&lt;br /&gt;wingyan&lt;br /&gt;joyce&lt;br /&gt;vankelly&lt;br /&gt;iris&lt;br /&gt;nurul&lt;br /&gt;huimin&lt;br /&gt;huiyu&lt;br /&gt;leeshan&lt;br /&gt;kaiting&lt;br /&gt;cheryl&lt;br /&gt;jade&lt;br /&gt;bernice&lt;br /&gt;yolanda&lt;br /&gt;christie&lt;br /&gt;shermaine&lt;br /&gt;sue maine&lt;br /&gt;melissa&lt;br /&gt;lingling&lt;br /&gt;leah&lt;br /&gt;yanna&lt;br /&gt;midori&lt;br /&gt;sheryl pat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those whose names werent mention but gave me something,&lt;br /&gt;sorry please. i cant remember things now.&lt;br /&gt;ask wingyan. she's my witness.&lt;br /&gt;i forget easily.&lt;br /&gt;because im dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;peer tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;mr low wasnt there.&lt;br /&gt;i've made a belated resolution&lt;br /&gt;to listen during maths.&lt;br /&gt;can i make it?&lt;br /&gt;karmila say "uh, see? talk."&lt;br /&gt;when i asked her maths stuff.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school had tuition.&lt;br /&gt;before that went with joyce and ginni to tiongbahru seven eleven&lt;br /&gt;mygod.&lt;br /&gt;this stupid boy go and put the burger in&lt;br /&gt;and oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;smoke came out&lt;br /&gt;and it smelt really shitty la.&lt;br /&gt;he never remove the plastic la.&lt;br /&gt;then chaota.&lt;br /&gt;STINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;we use pencil to poke joyce's mosquito bite.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tong is tsk-ing.&lt;br /&gt;she's like not understanding anything i say.&lt;br /&gt;she's so blur please.&lt;br /&gt;i think her sickness is causing brain damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way home from tuition.&lt;br /&gt;i talked to someone.&lt;br /&gt;i have many things i know that i shouldnt know&lt;br /&gt;and its really hard to keep it inside.&lt;br /&gt;boo,&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being there to listen.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to say your name&lt;br /&gt;in case people who are kpo go and ask you&lt;br /&gt;what i said.&lt;br /&gt;thanks lots.&lt;br /&gt;i feel better after telling somebody.&lt;br /&gt;((((:&lt;br /&gt;keep everything to yourself yup!&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TRUCK LOADS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wingyan!&lt;br /&gt;thursday!&lt;br /&gt;hide and seek!&lt;br /&gt;dakota!&lt;br /&gt;ROCKS. (:&lt;br /&gt;love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110847898945268502?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110847898945268502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110847898945268502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110847898945268502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110847898945268502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110829990248611016</id><published>2005-02-13T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T21:05:02.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh please, you piece of plastic.&lt;br /&gt;you know exactly who you are.&lt;br /&gt;yes you. i know you're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;and i know what you said behind me.&lt;br /&gt;shutup bitch, i want no more of your nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;i know you're thinking if i am talking about you.&lt;br /&gt;yes. you're my hate victim.&lt;br /&gt;you cant happily dislike people&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time want them to like you.&lt;br /&gt;you're so naive. that can NEVER in your shithead life happen.&lt;br /&gt;dont expect that. especially towards me.&lt;br /&gt;i know you know.&lt;br /&gt;because you wouldnt be bothered to "yadda yadda".&lt;br /&gt;anyway. happy living your naive little live and get out of mine.&lt;br /&gt;you're so forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i was a loner. hoho. :D&lt;br /&gt;i went to bukit merah to buy some sweet tooth stuffs from ntuc.&lt;br /&gt;then it was lame la.&lt;br /&gt;i saw this poster that caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt really a poster.&lt;br /&gt;it was sorta like paper with writings la.&lt;br /&gt;i saw magic box.&lt;br /&gt;so i was thinking since i couldnt find anything to buy.&lt;br /&gt;pop by that magic shop and get something.&lt;br /&gt;when i got there.&lt;br /&gt;it was like a door that led to this black black tunnel and stairs.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt dare to go in.&lt;br /&gt;looks like some haunted deserted area.&lt;br /&gt;then i asked this uncle.&lt;br /&gt;actually that magic box is nothing but KARAOKE.&lt;br /&gt;am i lame or what.&lt;br /&gt;tsk. haha&lt;br /&gt;then i met up with wingyan at tiong at five plus&lt;br /&gt;and we went to ikea.&lt;br /&gt;bought lots of stuff man.&lt;br /&gt;im broke.&lt;br /&gt;I DROPPED TEN DOLLARS!&lt;br /&gt;so saddening.&lt;br /&gt;at BM ntuc.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna curse the person who took it okay.&lt;br /&gt;i dropped it like 2 minutes ago only and when i went back and search,&lt;br /&gt;its gone!&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;we shopped and shopped la.&lt;br /&gt;ohman. its late.&lt;br /&gt;im eating BLEAH BLEAH rice.&lt;br /&gt;byebye. i have to fancy up my gifts. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110829990248611016?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110829990248611016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110829990248611016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110829990248611016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110829990248611016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-please-you-piece-of-plastic.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110823247623024725</id><published>2005-02-13T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T02:22:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>images uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/?id=2130835766"&gt;yolanda day.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2130834499"&gt;amanda day.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im drinking milo. taste wierd man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110823247623024725?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110823247623024725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110823247623024725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110823247623024725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110823247623024725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/02/images-uploaded.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110822944913442808</id><published>2005-02-13T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T01:30:49.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;AYE! why huh. why does nobody know that the hearts are the navigates?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the tag is the red heart. click on the hearts please! thankyou v. much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110822944913442808?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110822944913442808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110822944913442808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110822944913442808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110822944913442808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/02/aye-why-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110822930644538256</id><published>2005-02-13T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T01:28:26.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from amanda's.&lt;br /&gt;was fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out that adeline loves to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;she can consider being a photographer.&lt;br /&gt;but she lousy la.&lt;br /&gt;all blur and shaky one.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;amanda! hope you like the spongebob okay okay.&lt;br /&gt;i know you're not a fan. hoho. but still. yup. x)&lt;br /&gt;wing and mich: aye. sorry cant give you all a lift ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle got new name due to a typo error. its &lt;u&gt;michello&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the beach we told ghost stories.&lt;br /&gt; scary okay.&lt;br /&gt;tsk. weejia keep yelling like, RAWH! oor BOOOO. or AHHHHH when the scary part is reaching.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. then everyone jump.&lt;br /&gt;cheang scared.&lt;br /&gt;iris frightened.&lt;br /&gt;but when she was telling the story she not scared.&lt;br /&gt;wierd logic?&lt;br /&gt;keep playing that bishi bashi champ thing.&lt;br /&gt;i rmb always playing it when i was in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;then played pool.&lt;br /&gt;iris! i know you're tired.&lt;br /&gt;hOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;aye upload the pictures okay people.&lt;br /&gt;i want to see. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i officially have a hate victim.&lt;br /&gt;a real disappointer.&lt;br /&gt;like, so damn two-faced.&lt;br /&gt;bitch.&lt;br /&gt;wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;poser.&lt;br /&gt;bitch.&lt;br /&gt;dont come and act all sweet and nice in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;when at the back you're fucking hell different.&lt;br /&gt;im stupid, but not that stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i know how to identify two faced people alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piss off and rot in hell pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im out. go to sleep. late. im bushed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110822930644538256?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110822930644538256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110822930644538256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110822930644538256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110822930644538256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/02/back-from-amandas.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110821863168251304</id><published>2005-02-12T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T01:10:27.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;happy birthday amanda! (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;at coasta's now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hoho. paris hilton is funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;natria is dancing to the "lets get it started". HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wingyan is shaking her ass away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and wingyan is also jumping around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;iris is stoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cheang is idontknow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;michelle is blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;iris poke people butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love my layout. but in a different color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natria is laughing like witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110821863168251304?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110821863168251304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110821863168251304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110821863168251304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110821863168251304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-birthday-amanda-at-coastas-now.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110813836107250844</id><published>2005-02-11T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:36:43.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;PLEASE. its valentines day version layout.&lt;br /&gt;so stop asking why its pink.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like pink.&lt;br /&gt;but its sort of for sugar cookie too! (:&lt;br /&gt;hahha. anw. im not that pinkish.&lt;br /&gt;so STOP ASKING.&lt;br /&gt;i think the song rocks laa.&lt;br /&gt;its from the 50 first dates man.&lt;br /&gt;that cheryl foo know nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;let me show you the conversation she's too shy to make me publish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dara:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song rocks laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dara:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. its nice okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheryl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so country style. the singer cant sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dara:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;its the 50 first dates that song.didnt you watch.ITS ADAM SANDLER la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dara:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must be never watch right. i knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;aberdan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dara:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;you no romance mar. i go tell tong tong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont need lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dara:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday they showing 50 first dates at youth park . she can take you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dara:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you all can watch and then make out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.good idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dara&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA .okay okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dara:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you agree with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;you help me arrange okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tong tong not enough lah. add another one.then i can have on on my right and one on my left .hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. its so obvious cheryl has the hot waffles for tong. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;no school today. happy man.&lt;br /&gt;cooked potato at home&lt;br /&gt;delicious.&lt;br /&gt;yummy gummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres more to the cheryl conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's too excited about softball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister say theres a soft ball tournament coming up against rgs . wanna watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dara:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;NO thanks. dont drag me into your love fantasy for you know who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dara:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;BRB la. wait wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eee.thats not called love fantasy.and i dont want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dara&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes you do. or you wont ask me right. then if i said yes you would say "go with me la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies___________&lt;br /&gt;so long ago i nevever replied.whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl &lt;/strong&gt;; you have a super complicated relationship. dont even get me started. HHOHHAHAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jade&lt;/strong&gt; ; you're involved too. hanky panky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mich&lt;/strong&gt; ; oi. im still not finished with them. hhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rice ;&lt;/strong&gt; happy new year too! thanks for the testi. i miss the sleepover too. we'll have it again yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joyce ;&lt;/strong&gt; happy new year! belated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mich ;&lt;/strong&gt; thanks! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shuyu&lt;/strong&gt; ; i misss you sooo sooo much. i wont die la. haha. just trying to be dramatic. hoho. I WANT YOUR HUGS. (: love ya. MISSES!!! &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leonard&lt;/strong&gt; ;  yup! hoho (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110813836107250844?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110813836107250844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110813836107250844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110813836107250844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110813836107250844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/02/please.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110804884563221151</id><published>2005-02-10T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:28:06.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>money money money.&lt;br /&gt;lots of money.&lt;br /&gt;i want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick! sick! sick!&lt;br /&gt;no school for me.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;cheryl foo you very nieh nieh.&lt;br /&gt;TSK!&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;ARE&lt;br /&gt;VERY&lt;br /&gt;NIEH NIEH!&lt;br /&gt;an yway.&lt;br /&gt;was like funny la.&lt;br /&gt;just now wing, mich, iris, me conference. suddenly adeline appear and pose as iris.&lt;br /&gt;my voice like so totally ew now.&lt;br /&gt;too sexy.&lt;br /&gt;tmr, doctors.&lt;br /&gt;then. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;im sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;but cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;my whole body like damn lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;DYING!&lt;br /&gt;toey is dying.&lt;br /&gt;say your last words to me.&lt;br /&gt;amen amen.&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL FOO = nieh nieh potato face.&lt;br /&gt;JADE CHENG = number one judy tan fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;these two people are toxic. watch out! hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9_________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over at aunty's big huge house.&lt;br /&gt;lots of mosquito kiss my face.&lt;br /&gt;i got five kisses on my face&lt;br /&gt;and many on arms and legs.&lt;br /&gt;what can i say, im just too sweet to resist.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8__________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;renuion shitfood.&lt;br /&gt;over at the mother's side pigsty.&lt;br /&gt;i hate them.&lt;br /&gt;nerds, geeks, freaks.&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;br /&gt;after that over to granny's.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;better than the mother's side's freakish freakfest.&lt;br /&gt;i rather my dad's side.&lt;br /&gt;we had that yu sheng thing.&lt;br /&gt;so fun. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7__________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a totally erased from my mind day.&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110804884563221151?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110804884563221151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110804884563221151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110804884563221151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110804884563221151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/02/money-money-money.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110762677769508192</id><published>2005-02-06T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T02:08:22.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a moment like this;&lt;br /&gt;some people wait a lifetime.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM : dara&lt;br /&gt;I WANT : a car and a license&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE : ugly handphone&lt;br /&gt;I WISH : i was perfect&lt;br /&gt;I HATE : pretending to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS : being free.&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR : o levels.I HEAR : the radio.&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER : why paris hilton is rich like shit.&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET : buying zen touch.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: BART and dakota.&lt;br /&gt;I'M ALWAYS: mentally psyched.&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE: where no one sees.&lt;br /&gt;I SING: out of tune.like a monkey.&lt;br /&gt;I CRY: secretly.&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT ALWAYS: forgetful&lt;br /&gt;I LOST: my wallet. plenty of times, but got it back&lt;br /&gt;I'M CONFUSED: why the earth is round&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: money and love.&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD: be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Yes or No&lt;br /&gt;keep a diary: yes.&lt;br /&gt;u like to cook: yesu hav a secret u have not shared withanyone: yes&lt;br /&gt;u believe in love: yes&lt;br /&gt;Wan to get married: no&lt;br /&gt;Think u're a health freak : no.Get along with ur parents: NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER(S): thirty three.&lt;br /&gt;COLORS: lime orange brown black white blue.&lt;br /&gt;MONTHS: september and october.&lt;br /&gt;FOOD: potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;SEASON: winter/spring&lt;br /&gt;Preferences&lt;br /&gt;CUDDLE OR MAKE OUT: cuddle&lt;br /&gt;.CHOCOLATE MILK OR VANILLA: vanila&lt;br /&gt;SUSHI OR FISH FILLET: fish fillet&lt;br /&gt;THE BEACH OR THE MALL: beach&lt;br /&gt;DAY OR NIGHT: night.&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS OR CHINESE NEWYEAR/HARIRAYA?: christmas&lt;br /&gt;GIFT OR $$: money&lt;br /&gt;LETTER OR E-MAIL: letter.&lt;br /&gt;THE PIANO OR THE GUITAR: guitar&lt;br /&gt;NIKE OR ADIDAS: adidas.&lt;br /&gt;REEBOK OR CONVERSE: converse&lt;br /&gt;ANIMALS OR PLANTS: animals&lt;br /&gt;PHONE OR PERSON: person&lt;br /&gt;HOME OR OUTSIDE: outside&lt;br /&gt;HOT OR COLD: cold&lt;br /&gt;HELPED SOMEONE? yes&lt;br /&gt;BOUGHT SOMETHING? yes&lt;br /&gt;GOTTEN SICK? i am. NOW&lt;br /&gt;GONE TO THE MOVIES? duh-&lt;br /&gt;GONE OUT FOR DINNER? yes&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN A REAL LETTER? yes.&lt;br /&gt;TALKED TO AN EX? no ex.&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN IN A JOURNAL? yes&lt;br /&gt;HAD A SERIOUS TALK? yes.&lt;br /&gt;HUGGED SOMEONE? yes&lt;br /&gt;PLAYED ANY GAMES ONLINE? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its yolanda day today.&lt;br /&gt;went town to meet mitch and wing. i bought a major huge balloon for her.&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO. its big.&lt;br /&gt;went to her house.&lt;br /&gt;lost!&lt;br /&gt;walked around everywhere. almost die. like walked alot.&lt;br /&gt;reached.&lt;br /&gt;nothing to watch&lt;br /&gt;so watch abunieh nieh central.&lt;br /&gt;got this indian show quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;we watch.&lt;br /&gt;very spastic man. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;but its nice.&lt;br /&gt;thenwent to playground.&lt;br /&gt;crystal is super excited to be there.&lt;br /&gt;she's like childhood deprived or something.&lt;br /&gt;then we played lame games that were fun? haha.&lt;br /&gt;we played blind mice.&lt;br /&gt;then key lock.&lt;br /&gt;then some follow the leader thing.&lt;br /&gt;went back up.&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;shout from the window to other people then they look around thinking got ghost.&lt;br /&gt;talking to cheryl and jade somewhere near the door.&lt;br /&gt;then hear some people singing karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;cheryl go and shout, so noisy leh.&lt;br /&gt;then jade started and i did too&lt;br /&gt;then everyone came out and i rmb that vans said singapore idol failure. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then likehello.&lt;br /&gt;they scolded back and said fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;like we started it, still you dont have to use vulgarities. darn ah lians.&lt;br /&gt;stay second floor one. somemore woah man. think want to gang fight.&lt;br /&gt;bring pole somemore.&lt;br /&gt;watch too much tv is it? kiddo? i think they're younger than us.&lt;br /&gt;lamer ah lians and wannabes la.&lt;br /&gt;sing until so gross still want to fight. anw. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;scums of society.&lt;br /&gt;i think even close contact with those posers will cause skin irritation and the presence of them will dirty my eyeball.&lt;br /&gt;LOSERS like hello. dont try to be someone you're not.&lt;br /&gt;bring pole want to fight ah. go on man. i'll do what i will do. the simplest. call three nines.&lt;br /&gt;simple as that. no matter what it is. even if we started it. we used our mouths.&lt;br /&gt;you want to be action ah.&lt;br /&gt;okay man. your problem.&lt;br /&gt;anyway its my opinion. not yours.&lt;br /&gt;not happy then your problem.&lt;br /&gt;its a free country and i have my rights to voice it. and its your problem that your ear too clean and you happen to hear what i say. by the way. im loud. so seriously you deserve to go hell man.enough of talking about these bitchy ahlian and wannabes.&lt;br /&gt;i'll pray for them to suffer in misery for everyday they stay in this pathetic world they think of as resolving problems using violence and fucks.. i'll pray. every single night.&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;br /&gt;anw. later was fun. stole mitch phone.&lt;br /&gt;she lame. haha. think wing took it.&lt;br /&gt;btw. i had a fight with crystal. ahah&lt;br /&gt;it was funny man.&lt;br /&gt;she were like wrestling all over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;she pull me, i kick her. hahahahahahaha. so funny man.&lt;br /&gt;went home with mitch and wing.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the invite yolanda! (: it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the complicated relationship between cheryl, jade, tongtong and zhiyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cheryl ---&gt; tong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;\/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;zhiyi----&gt;jade&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/8789213-110762677769508192?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110762677769508192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110762677769508192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110762677769508192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110762677769508192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/02/moment-like-this-some-people-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110753066030141331</id><published>2005-02-04T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T23:24:20.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;catch a falling star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and put it in your pocket.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school had guides.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly want to get silver !&lt;br /&gt;i mean . its so shameful&lt;br /&gt;haha. some will get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;anw. aft guides i went to meet up with mitch at town.&lt;br /&gt;at fareast.&lt;br /&gt;i shopped here there everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;but only bought one fourskins tee.&lt;br /&gt;i saw yanna!&lt;br /&gt;my giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted the lime green bottle. but it looked uglier the more i look at it.&lt;br /&gt;after that,&lt;br /&gt;taka&lt;br /&gt;went to try the new year goodies.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to eat.&lt;br /&gt;went bank.&lt;br /&gt;saw pamela chua.&lt;br /&gt;she turn i turn.&lt;br /&gt;she turn and saw me turn and dont want me to see her turn when i turn.&lt;br /&gt;i turn and saw her turn and heard her say tsk tsk things.&lt;br /&gt;she say to her friend "that's danica sister"&lt;br /&gt;like hellomello?&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;you might as well go announce it to the whole of taka.&lt;br /&gt;come with me, i'll take you to the information kiosk.&lt;br /&gt;tsk .&lt;br /&gt;drank bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im drinkin orange juice in the carton!&lt;br /&gt;i love the pulps. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house practice.&lt;br /&gt;suck&lt;br /&gt;ew.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;pon&lt;br /&gt;want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;town with wing. with leah and fel.&lt;br /&gt;fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;took photosticker.&lt;br /&gt;got this guy was like the surveyor.&lt;br /&gt;then at the underpass the escalator there he say hello.&lt;br /&gt;then i say bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;then he say orh. byebye.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;so funny.&lt;br /&gt;normally people would just yak yak and yak.&lt;br /&gt;he's funny man. (:&lt;br /&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its about time peanut butter and jelly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;landa&lt;/strong&gt;; please please? dont pull my shorts down. sorry sorry. ): hoho.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iris&lt;/strong&gt;; aye aye, take off your ears? hahahahah, (: you rock TOO man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;orange&lt;/strong&gt;; who cute? what cute? me ah! thankyouverymuch. hoho. obviously not. the image right? like fine. the template's cuter than me. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110753066030141331?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110753066030141331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110753066030141331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110753066030141331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110753066030141331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/02/catch-falling-star-and-put-it-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110726101620377791</id><published>2005-02-01T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T20:34:23.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;lets twist again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod.&lt;br /&gt;school was suckish.&lt;br /&gt;accounts was funny.&lt;br /&gt;i was falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;when i looked at midori and i laughed like shit i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;she kept dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;she could doze off while writing&lt;br /&gt;and even with her mouth open.&lt;br /&gt;me bernice and wing ate chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;we laughed at midori. funny shit.&lt;br /&gt;geog test was postponed!&lt;br /&gt;because. - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;had peer tutoring.&lt;br /&gt;sat with iris.&lt;br /&gt;listened to her ipod.&lt;br /&gt;then mr low said &lt;em&gt;"take off your ears" &lt;/em&gt;haha! (:&lt;br /&gt;farhanah was being irritating.&lt;br /&gt;i was being oh-so-kind to help give out the graph papers and she said&lt;br /&gt;"so hardworking ah. for once."&lt;br /&gt;i just went herhh herrh herrh and gave that fake smile.&lt;br /&gt;like wake up girl. thats my problem, not yours.&lt;br /&gt;so shut.&lt;br /&gt;im seriously sick.&lt;br /&gt;im contaminated.&lt;br /&gt;dont share food with me.&lt;br /&gt;i must save other humans from the virus.&lt;br /&gt;being sick is NOT fun.&lt;br /&gt;there's this heavy feeling inside and i feel like i weigh a tonne.&lt;br /&gt;anyhooos.&lt;br /&gt;went clementi mrt to wait for joyce and ginni.&lt;br /&gt;they were late.&lt;br /&gt;joyce s never once early.&lt;br /&gt;i hope she dies being late.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk. always late one la she.&lt;br /&gt;always make me wait so long.&lt;br /&gt;i was in the train with christie and suemaine.&lt;br /&gt;we talked. it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;we talked about polys.&lt;br /&gt;and that old old you-know-who.&lt;br /&gt;tuition was bad.&lt;br /&gt;i was stupid&lt;br /&gt;i AM stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i think stupid.&lt;br /&gt;left.&lt;br /&gt;went home sad cold and alone.&lt;br /&gt;they had a maths.so i went off first.&lt;br /&gt;yolanda's is coming. (:&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;tmr catherine got house practice. dont know if mitch can still go to wennie's house with vans and me.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be bored like shit.&lt;br /&gt;after tuition i went redhill to collect photos from mitch.&lt;br /&gt;i hate dana.&lt;br /&gt;she sucks.&lt;br /&gt;eat my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;kiasu like some aunty.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;she's just a loner with a sexy attitude.&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to phone her cause she puts me in the mood&lt;/i&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mer__________; (: miss you too! say hi man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sugar cookie__________; okay! i cant wait for that day to come! (: MISSING YOU. i lovethe windmill and the heart. loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle_________;whats block 78? haha. lamo. when did you become me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherie__________; erm. DUH- hoho. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracia__________; HUH! how come? tell me when you starting work yea? i'll look you up. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zihui__________; alright. you're relinked. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110726101620377791?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110726101620377791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110726101620377791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110726101620377791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110726101620377791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/02/lets-twist-again-ohmygod.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110701526582137233</id><published>2005-01-30T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T00:20:54.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hold on to your reality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your individualty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl__________; cheryl foo dont lie to yourself. you were over the moon when i told you that i saw zhiyi at wisma. and look at how you laugh. you should have heard yourself man.it was an "imsoo excited" laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wennie__________; huiyu! today you didnt come. we were expecting you. haha. your mum keep watching you huh.. so evil la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tong__________; you know im stupid. so i dont understand that word. use simple english please thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wing__________; yay!thanks for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its shopping day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went town with wingyan.&lt;br /&gt;we went fareast.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a jumper and belt from fourskins.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to buy a fabrick tee. but didnt.&lt;br /&gt;we went wisma.&lt;br /&gt;play with digital cameras.&lt;br /&gt;those huge ones.&lt;br /&gt;i can zoom so near.&lt;br /&gt;then it was a not so crowded area.&lt;br /&gt;so opposite the shop was royal sporting house.&lt;br /&gt;i zoomed in on this guy workin there with a vvery rudolphy red nose&lt;br /&gt;i think he know i filming him.&lt;br /&gt;haha man.&lt;br /&gt;then we went cine,&lt;br /&gt;had pastamania.&lt;br /&gt;saw people!&lt;br /&gt;ran away.&lt;br /&gt;went heeren. shopped.&lt;br /&gt;took photosticker.&lt;br /&gt;home!&lt;br /&gt;it was fun man.&lt;br /&gt;thanks lots to wingyan.&lt;br /&gt;and no thanks to joyce li, tai lok juu ffor not turning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110701526582137233?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110701526582137233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110701526582137233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110701526582137233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pain still remains.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;only leaving when you're next to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is fifty percent day.&lt;br /&gt;in the morning it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;fine till the chinese mock exam.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt finish it in time.&lt;br /&gt;then guides was annoying.&lt;br /&gt;this girl, sec one was in my patrol.&lt;br /&gt;my god she's adding on to my irritatedness.&lt;br /&gt;she talks like she's some american born chinese&lt;br /&gt;and she called me tara. might as well call me tiara.&lt;br /&gt;then she seemed to be fascinated by everything&lt;br /&gt;and her never-ending questions are just simple and very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;i ran away with mitch for a while.&lt;br /&gt;we missed taps.&lt;br /&gt;hid somewhere in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;seeweng wash her hair.&lt;br /&gt;cause she and gracia crashed MI and she had to spray her hair dark.&lt;br /&gt;seok hui flare up easily.&lt;br /&gt;sharon's tall and her skirt is mini and SHORT.&lt;br /&gt;haha. sexy? no.yes. sexy?&lt;br /&gt;the most irritating thing was the thing after guides.&lt;br /&gt;i spilled sweet sweet drink on my bag&lt;br /&gt;just to rush to see that mm.&lt;br /&gt;she gathered al lthe npcc and red cross.&lt;br /&gt;and we stay back til so late.&lt;br /&gt;leslie was making anouncement for us to leave.&lt;br /&gt;and because of her stupid thing, i got a scolding.&lt;br /&gt;delia also. not scolding for her, cause just her mum keep calling.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, its okay to do nice things like adopting the elderly stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but she is very and i mean VERY interested in this kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;go be a social worker like for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;then mdm zuraida was bored also.&lt;br /&gt;i can tell.&lt;br /&gt;she kept messaging and shaking her legs and looking everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;and daydreaming. like excuse me, i dont understand why that guy had to talk so much&lt;br /&gt;and i got into deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;and i argued with my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;she the shit i get into and its always because of MM.&lt;br /&gt;i hate her.&lt;br /&gt;she's so kpo.&lt;br /&gt;she's so sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;she thinks she's great.&lt;br /&gt;go hell please.&lt;br /&gt;its my opnion.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like you and thats that. you cant change how i think.&lt;br /&gt;hate me for all you care, its the last straw.&lt;br /&gt;and then i met gracia they all and i helped them carried some long and light stuff. bamboos and planks.&lt;br /&gt;carry to seokhui house.&lt;br /&gt;im not contributing much.&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow i went home.&lt;br /&gt;the bus driver told me "after you finish your drink, dont leave it in my bus."&lt;br /&gt;i was drinking HL milk.&lt;br /&gt;then surprisingly. i mean, i was surprised at myself man.&lt;br /&gt;i said "okay"&lt;br /&gt;liike how come?&lt;br /&gt;i would have said "i didnt intend on doing it in the first place"&lt;br /&gt;but somehow and somewhat he seemed reasonable. although he had this tone that was very tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, normally those uncles will go like, no drinks allowed, scram and get down MY bus.&lt;br /&gt;so yea. thats it. i got to call joyce now.&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing to ddo.&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year is nearing.&lt;br /&gt;i want to runaway. ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;no one. just ME. go somewhere and stay alone.&lt;br /&gt;i hate to go to the mother's side the family.&lt;br /&gt;like 100 percent alll ALLLLL ALLL of them suck like shit.&lt;br /&gt;all the cousins from that side are nerds.&lt;br /&gt;all have big brain no common sense and IQ of a noseshit.&lt;br /&gt;and i bet if you even said a tiny little 'fcuk' to them, it would mean the sky is crashing down on them.&lt;br /&gt;all of them act cheery around me and danica and laugh and grin and hee hee and keep hee hee ing.&lt;br /&gt;poser la. just because both if us isolate ourselves from freaks like you doesnt mean you giggle like freaks.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the mother's side the entire family.&lt;br /&gt;my uncle say, "you pretend to be sick la, then after she and dana go your wai po house then you come over and collect more angbaos"&lt;br /&gt;i like my dad's side's family, though not all. but mostly.&lt;br /&gt;i just hate the relatives part during chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;its all about the angbaos to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;here's the thing, we started out friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks to you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i get what i want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;since you've been gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can i put it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you put me on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i even fell for the stupid love song.&lt;/i&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/8789213-110692461181688904?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110683762468513802</id><published>2005-01-27T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T22:53:44.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH YA!&lt;br /&gt;i must blog something&lt;br /&gt;that that tanlinhow IRRITATING.&lt;br /&gt;today we use magnifying glass to burn things.&lt;br /&gt;then he go and burn my hand .&lt;br /&gt;so angry with him.&lt;br /&gt;then i pull him and burned his neck.&lt;br /&gt;idiot nieh nieh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110683762468513802?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110683762468513802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110683762468513802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110683762468513802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110683762468513802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-ya-i-must-blog-something-that-that.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110683640890405161</id><published>2005-01-27T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T22:33:28.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho. my blog layout changed. stil almost the same, but somewhat different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,&lt;br /&gt;after school went to town with wingyan, bernice, huiyu and yishan.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at macs.&lt;br /&gt;amanda and iris came!&lt;br /&gt;we ate together and we talked rubbish and it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;it was about all those freaky people and we laughed like mad man.&lt;br /&gt;ii was playing with the mayonise.&lt;br /&gt;after eating iris and manda left.&lt;br /&gt;bernice likes to make chemicals using sauces.&lt;br /&gt;we walked here there everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;they bought presents.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt find.&lt;br /&gt;we went cine.&lt;br /&gt;then huiyu bernice and yishan left.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to buuy milk and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;then we went wisma. nike women got the top i want.&lt;br /&gt;but its not cheap.&lt;br /&gt;then went to top shop.&lt;br /&gt;both me and wing want to buy the girl boxer!&lt;br /&gt;i want the brown one and she want the green one.&lt;br /&gt;it rocks okay.&lt;br /&gt;but dont have my size.&lt;br /&gt;then we went here there everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;look at this, look at that.&lt;br /&gt;and look at phones and play games on the ngage phone. got spiderman. ahha. man.&lt;br /&gt;and then im out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110683640890405161?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110683640890405161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110683640890405161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110683640890405161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110683640890405161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/01/hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110674630358774441</id><published>2005-01-26T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T21:37:48.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;get tangled up in me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school went to huiyu's.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to study.&lt;br /&gt;we didnt.&lt;br /&gt;its always like that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i cant find the last last swimmer for 50 m relay breaststroke.&lt;br /&gt;and mitzi is going to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love orange juice with lots of pulps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fel__________; fel! i want your email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiffany__________; heyy!!! glad to hear from you. so how's life? im doing fine, thanks. ((: so when are you coming back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110674630358774441?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110674630358774441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110674630358774441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110674630358774441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110674630358774441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/01/get-tangled-up-in-me.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789213.post-110665475530043948</id><published>2005-01-25T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T20:05:55.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tag replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jade__________; jade cheng, i do not know what they have inside. all i know is its porn. and you all can find almost porn stuff in normal mags. thats what i meant okay. haha. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weejia__________; and i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mich__________; yea man, romeo ROCKS. leslie dont. he hates me. rawh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789213-110665475530043948?l=missingtoe-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/feeds/110665475530043948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8789213&amp;postID=110665475530043948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110665475530043948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789213/posts/default/110665475530043948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingtoe-.blogspot.com/2005/01/tag-replies_25.html' title=''/><author><name>MISSINGtoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01961837873174651178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
