<?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-7843377</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:20:29.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that's so fetch. </title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843377.post-111217466771299874</id><published>2005-03-30T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T01:24:27.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know when dory is gonna help me post up my new layout..haha&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have a new url:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passionplay-.blogspot.com        link me quick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new blog's theme: RETRO GONE WILD. whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if you can see anything, but ya. just link first k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. i was chosen for the interview thingy with the MOE ppl. *evil thoughts* should i mind what i say?? hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST LINK /&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-111217466771299874?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/111217466771299874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=111217466771299874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111217466771299874'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;STANLEY LOVES THERMAL UNDERWEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STANLEY WEARS LIME GREEN SPEEDOS&lt;br /&gt;(you know those teeny weeny male swim pants?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEREMY ACTUALLY TURNS AROUND TO LOOK AT KOOKIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATALINA AND ME ARE TOTALLY IRRITATING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENJAMIN HATES PEOPLE WHO PULL HIS BAG STRAPPY THING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-111200799423782254?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/111200799423782254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=111200799423782254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the PIN number thing until a charming, gallant young knight gallops up to me in a majestic, royal white horse with seats encrusted with diamonds, and gently takes my phone from my hand and heart-throbbingly teaches me the art of The PIN Number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i would rather Yoda waddling up to me and teaching me the values of the light side, and the art of using the lightsaber. maybe Darth Vader could come striding up to me too. and i would pleasantly ask him to teach me this particular jedi force power - Lightning Grip. particularly useful in times when someone irritates you and you have this urge to squeeze his/her neck to bits and his/her face to purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine how fearsome i would get when i learn all the jedi force powers i could possibly master!! whoopdeedoop. then i shall rule! *evil cackle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbie Dolls kick ass`&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOURE GONNA GET ME THE PRINCESS OF THE PALAI RENAISSANCE, SAY : AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, barbies are the best...The Best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont mess with me now. for my jedi senses foretell that either Yoda or Darth would come to me in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh gosh. i see a shadow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-111190406336142270?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/111190406336142270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>CARISSA                                                                     Profile viewed 152 times since 03/01/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this considered a post? oh you know the number like increased by 19 since yesterday? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just had a strong wanting for people to call me 'crabby' again. (that was my primary school nickname) (well, it could have been worse. i was once called 'maggot') then i can join the dory gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4-Leaf Clover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Author: Ella Higginson)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a place where the sun is like gold&lt;br /&gt;and the cherries bloom forth in the snow;&lt;br /&gt;And down underneath is the lovelist place,&lt;br /&gt;Where the four-leaf clovers grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One leaf is for FAITH,&lt;br /&gt;And one is for HOPE,&lt;br /&gt;And one is for LOVE you know;&lt;br /&gt;And GOD put another in for LUCK;&lt;br /&gt;If You Search you will find where they grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you must have FAITH,&lt;br /&gt;And you must have HOPE,&lt;br /&gt;You must LOVE and be strong and so...&lt;br /&gt;IF you work and you wait,&lt;br /&gt;You will find a place&lt;br /&gt;Where the FOUR-LEAF CLOVERS grow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-111181220050973971?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/111181220050973971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=111181220050973971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111181220050973971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111181220050973971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/03/carissa-profile-viewed-152-times-since.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-111174246474666685</id><published>2005-03-25T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T01:21:04.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fancy going for tuition on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mounty Thursday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;luckily i had stephanie to accompany me (dammit steph! same plight.)&lt;br /&gt;but that's yesterday's news. at least i get to go church today.&lt;br /&gt;cant understand why some particular person had the chance to go to church but chooses to come an hour late for tuition. (dammit steph, yet again.)&lt;br /&gt;and weaved up some story about "the bus crashed into a tree and i followed the driver to make a report"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how's your good friday??&lt;br /&gt;fun? i hope.&lt;br /&gt;it's EASTER EGGS this sun and.i.just.cant.wait.&lt;br /&gt;i want glitterly chocolate egg.&lt;br /&gt;saw the paint set for it at Cold's Storage.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. went to indulge in mcfats at King Albert's Park, and met&lt;br /&gt;my dear gay brother, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;selene koh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has cute cousins.&lt;br /&gt;and a pretty sister.&lt;br /&gt;let's just say, it was purely by coincidence we met and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;birds of a feather, flop together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and that's &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; line, cheryl kook.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eye's really pain now.&lt;br /&gt;it's getting red-rimmed.&lt;br /&gt;like what the heck???&lt;br /&gt;im pretty peeved now. for goodness-knows-what-reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;journalism is going down.&lt;br /&gt;once we leave, it's gonna FLOP.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, but that's reality for YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and im gonna try freelance when i grow up.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe as a part time job-&lt;br /&gt;that is, if my dad doesnt want me to work in Ritz Carlton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;may life show mercy on you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-111174246474666685?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/111174246474666685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=111174246474666685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111174246474666685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111174246474666685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/03/fancy-going-for-tuition-on-mounty.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-111165338172683080</id><published>2005-03-24T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T00:36:21.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;depressed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this world completely obsessed with pushing innocent sapiens, like me, to the limit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;depressed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am a sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;depressed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS seems to take forever to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;depressed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;depressed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deemed tempremental by mr malvin chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;depressed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffering from depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;depressed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more savings to buy Barbie Dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ULTIMATE DEPRESSION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-111165338172683080?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/111165338172683080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=111165338172683080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111165338172683080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111165338172683080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/03/depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-111157473731649000</id><published>2005-03-23T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T02:45:37.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RUMOUR:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.A piece of unverified information of uncertain origin usually spread by word of mouth.&lt;br /&gt;2.Unverified information received from another; hearsay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always get this feeling that people are being very immature when they start spreading rumours about you and start laughing over it. all these without any proof, evidence, and purely by hearsay. does it really give them the joy when the piece of rumour reaches the victim's ears, and the victim gets really worked up? does it give them joy because when they spread rumours, people around them will keep pestering for more false stories, and they get that one time 'popularity'? if the answer is a 'yes' , i seriously pity them, and will pray that God makes them a better lot of homo sapiens. do unto others what you want others do to you.&lt;br /&gt;to THOSE people i currently know who does all these, GET A LIFE. it aint gonna make you uber popular. it'll just DISS people OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WANNABE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One who aspires to a role or position.&lt;br /&gt;2. One who imitates the behavior, customs, or dress of an admired person or group.&lt;br /&gt;3. A product designed to imitate the qualities or characteristics of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness. how many of this people we see a day? plenty. not only amidst the fairfield population, but the outside world too. but i dont know the world out there so well, but i do know Fairfield aka Home of Pressure. I just cant understand why some students INSIST on wearing UGLY hipsters showing off their underroos. WHY?? dont they know how stupid they look especially when they dont have the *ahem* nice slender waist to show off completed with a *ahem* cute, perky arse. And they speak with a tone that just makes you feel like slapping their faces. i sound sexist dont i? cause i see more wannabe males than females. so sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHAMPION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One that wins first place or first prize in a competition.&lt;br /&gt;2. One that is clearly superior or has the attributes of a winner: a champion at teaching.&lt;br /&gt;3. An ardent defender or supporter of a cause or another person: a champion of the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;4. One who fights; a warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during lifeskills, we were told that we were all champions. everyone expect us to succeed and be almost robotical (since they scold us for every trivial matter. no room for mistakes) they believe we are champions, but is this the way they unleash our potential? even champions make mistakes. even champions have failures. even champions are humans. even champions have their limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EXPECT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To look forward to the probable occurrence or appearance of.&lt;br /&gt;2. To consider likely or certain: expect to see them soon.&lt;br /&gt;3. To consider reasonable or due:&lt;br /&gt;4. To consider obligatory; require: The school expects its pupils to be on time.&lt;br /&gt;5. Informal. To presume; suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANY people expect MANY things from us. from our parents to our teachers to our friends. our parents expect us to give them 'face' in public. be the perfect little girl that anybody would desire. but..the interesting thing is that our parents themselves might not be able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHERS. they expect ALL of us to be PERFECT IN BEHAVIOUR. BE EXCELLENT IN STUDIES. EXCELLING IN CCA. literally in EVERYTHING. we are human beings. we break down. we feel pressurized. we go mad when we reach breaking point.&lt;br /&gt;if you cant be that great, dont expect too much from others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meaning or words from dictionary.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no offence. any relations to reality is deeply regretted. wait. everything's reality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-111157473731649000?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/111157473731649000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=111157473731649000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111157473731649000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111157473731649000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/03/rumour-1.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-111148849412135404</id><published>2005-03-22T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T02:59:03.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OUR DEBATE TEACHER BORED US LITERALLY TO TEARS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need i say more? sheesh. 3E please be more engaged for the lesson. i think that indian woman (ms thilia??) is totally pissed with us ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE DOING BIRDY-WHISTLES DURING LESSON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because nick ngo always initiates me to start whistling like the irritating bird that chirps at 7 every morning, and then i start obsessing over the little tune. the best part is, he ALWAYS gets the blame from the teacher (mr lim, mr glenn tan, mdm sakeena) hah. who would suspect such an innocent kiddo like me? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CROSS COUNTRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all you ppl who are running and hates it - I DONT HAFTA RUN!&lt;br /&gt;cause i volunteered as a first aider...&lt;br /&gt;awww..poor pigs.&lt;br /&gt;go lose some calories!! go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha. i have migraine now. help. *beats skull in a valiant attempt to knock the pain away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-111148849412135404?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/111148849412135404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=111148849412135404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111148849412135404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111148849412135404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/03/our-debate-teacher-bored-us-literally.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-111132128832901169</id><published>2005-03-20T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T04:22:13.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A packet of Walls Hazlenut Minibits Ice Cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A box of Walls Cookies 'n' Creme Ice Cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tub of Hagen Daz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A carton of Cornetto Chocolate Royale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna come my house and &lt;strong&gt;CRASH&lt;/strong&gt;? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to watch my weight. no one likes an overweight freak, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-111132128832901169?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/111132128832901169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=111132128832901169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111132128832901169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111132128832901169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/03/clears-throat-i-just-bought-packet-of.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-111111494990663597</id><published>2005-03-17T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T19:02:29.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IRRITATING STORY OF THE WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, (or today since it was 12 midnight) when i got into bed and was about to drift into barbieland, i heard my &lt;strong&gt;irritating-only-for-that-time-handphone&lt;/strong&gt; beeped in a &lt;strong&gt;standard tone&lt;/strong&gt;. *peeeeee beeeeep peeeeee beeeeep* you know, it can be really irritating  since i just dreamt about me getting the &lt;strong&gt;Limited Edition: Dolls of the World - Princess of the Palai Renaissance...&lt;/strong&gt;but however, it could be a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;important &lt;/span&gt;msg at the same time right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i reluctantly crawled from under my duvets and to my total mortification and horror i saw the following msg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'are you still awake?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;benjamin&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*boopybean//&lt;/span&gt; msged me at&lt;strong&gt; 0059 &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;38 seconds&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to ask me if i was &lt;strong&gt;awake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thank you so much benjamin. i AM awake all thanks to you, DIMBO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;NOW THAT IS SO IRRITATING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAY, CURRENT INFATUATION:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;multi-coloured objects.&lt;br /&gt;colourfully, vertically, striped objects.&lt;br /&gt;vintage!&lt;br /&gt;class and elegance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;AND THE WINNER FOR 'ARE YOU HOT? (or just NOT)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MR ADAM KWA!!! &lt;/strong&gt;with a grand total of 5509 votes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ooh yea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-111111494990663597?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/111111494990663597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=111111494990663597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111111494990663597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111111494990663597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/03/irritating-story-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-111088727995989055</id><published>2005-03-15T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T03:52:08.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARE YOU HOT? (or just NOT) .. Number 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We present you with the WINNER for the previous show...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alice Choo Kai Wen aka Hosea Choo Hao Sheng&lt;/strong&gt; (yes, fellow readers, a LADY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOT STATUS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man...Paris Hiton is put off!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow 'explainat-or' of sick stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Has cute mega ears. (psst. im just curry favouring him for the next point)&lt;br /&gt;Promised to get me a:&lt;br /&gt;(a) IPOD&lt;br /&gt;(b) XBOX 2&lt;br /&gt;(c) WHITE GEORGIAN BUNGALOW&lt;br /&gt;(d) VINTAGE ROLLS ROYCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE NOT:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hor Fun, stop going all jelly-o when you see bLISS ok?&lt;br /&gt;Stop bragging about you being richer than Paris Hilton and Bill Gates combined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;rock on &lt;strong&gt;BABELEDON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;and in random order we have...&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Stanley Seah Tien Hong aka Miss Sexy-legs-Universe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOT STATUS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG! The other contestants have NO CHANCE against this HOT competitor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While we have to look so unglam waving down &lt;strong&gt;Taxis&lt;/strong&gt;, all he hafta do is flash his &lt;strong&gt;TO-DIE-FOR-LEGS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And voila, a whole long line of &lt;strong&gt;pervetic cabbies&lt;/strong&gt; in the line!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Doesnt have to shave &lt;strong&gt;already-perfect-legs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charm people through his sarcasm and &lt;strong&gt;big brown eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE NOT:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eh? Curly-wurly-cartoon-shit-hairstyle? &lt;strong&gt;WEAK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Mr Adam Kwa aka The Game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOT STATUS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED WATER. PERIOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Top on the 'Wanted' list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Most &lt;strong&gt;popular teacher&lt;/strong&gt; in many student's point of view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Has &lt;strong&gt;high self esteem&lt;/strong&gt; - calls himself &lt;strong&gt;'hot' and 'sexy'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Claims he has a &lt;strong&gt;HOT BOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE NOT:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you had stop making the CL people jealous last year by giving the &lt;strong&gt;HCL people&lt;/strong&gt; so many benefits...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Matthew Tay Han Yang aka The Hunky Nerd&lt;/strong&gt; ( i think..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOT STATUS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wei zhang, Andrew are feeling inferior compared to you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Proving that geeks can be&lt;strong&gt; cute &lt;/strong&gt;too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Showing the posers out there that without spending on hair gel, your hair can look as &lt;strong&gt;charming&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE NOT:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dude...do you know what is CINELEISURE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Seetoh Rong Yao aka Lamer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOT STATUS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EEK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Showing the world you dont hafta go suntan in the beach to get tanned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Showcasing the Singaporean &lt;strong&gt;KIASUNESS&lt;/strong&gt;. yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE NOT:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eh...Dont keep on saboing ppl by being so enthu can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Joe Ong Wee Jian aka joe bong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOT STATUS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUH?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you havent notice, alot of &lt;strong&gt;GIRLS&lt;/strong&gt; think that you are really trustable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE NOT:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They say &lt;strong&gt;'Gay la..&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;vote now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there HAS to be someone who's SO DARN HOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-111088727995989055?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/111088727995989055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=111088727995989055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111088727995989055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111088727995989055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/03/are-you-hot-or-just-not.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-111078663479160649</id><published>2005-03-13T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T23:54:17.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we interrupt this programme with a news flash...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE, PLEASE VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU all sure know who's HOT.&lt;br /&gt;YOU all sure know who's NOT.&lt;br /&gt;OPEN your mind.&lt;br /&gt;SHARE your views.&lt;br /&gt;WE'LL be waiting in anticipation to see the grand winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT HOT ? FRET NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU HOT 2 is coming out in &lt;strong&gt;2 days&lt;/strong&gt; time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the winner will join the other contestants in the next episode, so WATCH OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...BE BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;current results...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheryl : 0&lt;br /&gt;2. Priscilla: 0&lt;br /&gt;3. Natalina:0&lt;br /&gt;4. Nilawan: 0&lt;br /&gt;5. Doreen: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the HOTTIE with the astounding number of votes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice aka Hosea : 103&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK ON &lt;strong&gt;BABELICIOUS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(contestants? scroll down to view!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-111078663479160649?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/111078663479160649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=111078663479160649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111078663479160649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111078663479160649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/03/we-interrupt-this-programme-with-news.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-111069405083693952</id><published>2005-03-12T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T22:13:07.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOP 6 - ARE YOU HOT, LADIES? (or not) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TOP OF THE LIST, WE PRESENT YOU....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alice Choo Kai Wen aka Hosea Choo Hao Sheng&lt;/strong&gt; (yes, fellow readers, a LADY) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOT STATUS: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man...Paris Hiton is put off!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Fellow 'explainat-or' of sick stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Has cute mega ears. (psst. im just curry favouring him for the next point)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Promised to get me a: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(a) IPOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(b) XBOX 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(c) WHITE GEORGIAN BUNGALOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(d) VINTAGE ROLLS ROYCE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE NOT:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hor Fun, stop going all jelly-o when you see bLISS ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stop bragging about you being richer than Paris Hilton and Bill Gates combined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and in random order..we have...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Cheryl Kook Pui Weng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOT STATUS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upon seeing you, the world's top Manga artist resigned.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Taught me the art of sliding down banisters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My one and only, the one-that-no-one-can-replace, FELLOW SPLURGER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE NOT:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too caught up with guys who have long hair. (Western food stall uncle??) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Priscilla Lau Pui Kheng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOT STATUS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh dear me. It's such a cool day yet I'm perspiring!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gave me the hip and coolest Barbie Doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Made me super lame out with her jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Funnily, easy to bully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fellow buddy-who-has-a-line-of-guys-outside-her-doorstep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE NOT:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too persistent on refusing to update me on whether she has an 'ang moh' boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happily went off to Dubai without seeking consent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Refuses to call HIM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is jealous over Cheryl's Western-stall-boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Natalina Chan Ming Ling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOT STATUS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Help! I need water.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fellow swim-more-than-30-laps-in-pool companion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fellow dare-to-wear-a-skimpy-swimsuit-in-front-of-me. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nice cute 'innocent' smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE NOT:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear, if you continue rejecting guys, and increasing your expectations, you'll never get anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Nilawan Cheng Shi Xuan (i-forgot-her-chinese-name)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOT STATUS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seas are dried up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The lamest little girl the world can ever get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The weirdest crushes...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The LITTLEST person..LITTLER than me. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Accepting the Love Doctor's aka me, advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE NOT: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Girl, just tell HIM how you feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Doreen Ho En Mei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOT STATUS:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the water has evaporated!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Person who wrote me the most number of testimonials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The cutest little fishy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Flooder-of-all-Tagboards strikes back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Agrees with my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE NOT:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dory, write longer testimonials! HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;stay tuned, readers, for ARE YOU HOT 2..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;where the hottest of the hottest battle it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so now, it's your turn to get involved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;VOTE NOW! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-111069405083693952?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/111069405083693952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=111069405083693952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111069405083693952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111069405083693952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/03/top-6-are-you-hot-ladies-or-not-top-of.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-111059821777459558</id><published>2005-03-11T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T19:30:17.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am medically fit to go for Outward Bound Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thanks to those people who prayed (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; im pretty disappointed with my results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;NEVER HAVE I GOTTEN A B3 FOR MY ENGLISH. WHAT IS MISS MANO THINKING??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but, they say it's only the beginning of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i WILL work harder when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OBS will be on the 29th of May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be going out with kookie to shop for &lt;strong&gt;board shorts.&lt;/strong&gt; yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but seriously people.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guys &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; better to talk to than to some girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[really?]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-111059821777459558?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/111059821777459558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=111059821777459558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111059821777459558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111059821777459558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-medically-fit-to-go-for-outward.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-111046621056847989</id><published>2005-03-10T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T06:50:10.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guys are nicer to share your problems with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lissa has a point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GUYS &lt;/span&gt;can:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;keep secrets well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;understand better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;not argue over your point of view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;accept what reality brings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;be plain nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;girls? they think too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;right lissa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-111046621056847989?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/111046621056847989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=111046621056847989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111046621056847989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111046621056847989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/03/guys-are-nicer-to-share-your-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-111036146168669340</id><published>2005-03-09T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T01:44:21.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHERE ARE ALL MY TESTIMONIALS ??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHERE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHERE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WHERE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WHERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my precious testimonials, my life, my essence..*bawls*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-111036146168669340?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/111036146168669340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=111036146168669340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111036146168669340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111036146168669340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/03/where-are-all-my-testimonials-where.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-111028963044805293</id><published>2005-03-08T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T05:47:10.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am sorry 3E for not seeing you guys play today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had some assignment, which me and nat ended up just writing some short article. we went to see the sec 2s do their snorkelling, unfortunately, not enough equipement, so we sat there and rotted in our swim suit and writed. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just then, a man in white with glorious sleek black hair, riding a horse and mounting a grand shield came and showed mercy on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Low (the choir teacher) came wearing a checked brown shirt, carrying tons of high-tech camera equipments and with unkempt hair. lols. BUT HE DID SPARE US FROM THE BOREDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flagged down a cab (took like 10 minutes? where is STANLEY'S nice legs when we need it?? HUH?) and headed off to East Coast to kachiao the ppl kayaking. had funny talk in the taxi...found out stuff i didnt really know..like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL KOOK'S AUNT WAS MR LOW'S FORMER BOSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. anyway, still clad in our swim suits. ( with shirt and shorts over it la, dodo) me and nat decided to go swimming. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1830, headed for Singapore Poly's pool. swam 40-50 laps.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so fit now and a shade darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and nat crashed into this indian guy because she wasnt wearing her specs, and that guy also wasnt wearing his specs! haha. it was really amusing.&lt;br /&gt;yea nat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later, my ddad got us Toll House cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOLL HOUSE COOKIES: plate-size crispy cookies hidden with bits of melted hot chocs. delicious creamy...the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. hoo boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO 3E STREET BANDY PPL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-111028963044805293?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/111028963044805293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=111028963044805293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111028963044805293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111028963044805293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-sorry-3e-for-not-seeing-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-111001299341570206</id><published>2005-03-05T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T00:56:33.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dark Rendezvous; A Clone Wars Novel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She was better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Faster. More elegant. Better footwork. More precise with her blades. Succumbing to the dark side of the Force might be a poor life decision, but even her touch with the Force was much better than his ; more powerful, more subtle, more nuanced, and-this was the hardest thing to admit-more deeply understood. She understood her own nature and skills and weaknesses better than Jai knew himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like a dream, that knowledge had faded from him as soon as he left Vjun. It was nothing he could bear to believe. But now, like a nightmare forgotten during the day but creeping back at night, the profound truth that Ventress&lt;em&gt; was &lt;/em&gt;going to kill him piercing Jai Maruk's understanding, hard and sharp as a knife blade driving home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you look at the dark side, careful you must be..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...for the dark side looks back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-111001299341570206?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/111001299341570206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=111001299341570206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111001299341570206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/111001299341570206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/03/dark-rendezvous-clone-wars-novel-she.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110993024206603601</id><published>2005-03-04T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T01:57:22.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys! go see my tagboard. lols. the messages are like way back last year! kinda thought that they were too priceless too delete. and moreover, pris tagged alot it i think. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think you all shld stop using doodleboard.com cause they are charging a fee already. so, it ISNT free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so myshoutbox.com should be back in style huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments on new choice of  skin please...(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110993024206603601?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110993024206603601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110993024206603601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110993024206603601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110993024206603601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/03/hey-guys-go-see-my-tagboard.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110984324002282548</id><published>2005-03-03T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T01:47:20.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN GO FOR OBS IN SABAH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN GO FOR OBS IN SABAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN GO FOR OBS IN SABAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN GO FOR OBS IN SABAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN GO FOR OBS IN SABAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN GO FOR OBS IN SABAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHERYL JEREMY STANLEY ISSAC BENJAMIN EVAN ARE GOING TOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BEANS TO SABAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NATALINA CHANEL SELENE JOAQUINA ARE GOING TOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHOOO YEA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110984324002282548?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110984324002282548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110984324002282548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110984324002282548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110984324002282548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-can-go-for-obs-in-sabah-i-can-go-for.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110967417734390681</id><published>2005-03-01T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T02:54:01.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;we went &lt;strong&gt;hyper&lt;/strong&gt;. totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the bus to the newater plant, joshua kong, nick ngo, alex, reuben, winner, cheryl, nat and me played &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Dare Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it was so humiliating and hilarious!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;alex &lt;/span&gt;had to say 'I Love You' to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mr chan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;joshua kong&lt;/span&gt; had to waggle his tongue in a seductive way to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mr chan&lt;/span&gt;(poor man, the butt of the joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;had to say 'I love You' to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LEE CHENG KAI&lt;/span&gt;. *pukes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;alex &lt;/span&gt;AGAIN, had to say "I love You' to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JOYCE QUAH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;reuben&lt;/span&gt; had to either:&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; into the newater pool.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;proclaim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; his&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for lissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smack JOYCE QUAH's butt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA. unfortunately, he did none. zero nada zilch. BOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest? they were lucky the bus reached its destination already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was said that when they went into the exhibition area, JOYCE QUAH was screaming "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! He's coming!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who's the He. ALEX. wahahaha. so now, joyce thinks that alex likes her and blah. oxymoron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoo boy. it was wayyy fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone should have fun ppl in their class too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go 3E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the way back, US, as usual sang lame song like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sitting on the toilet bowl,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;backside getting cold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sitting on my seat,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;squeezing out my sh*t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sitting on the toilet bowl!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later, nat, nick and me sang &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;100 green bottles&lt;/span&gt;. we only made it to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;54.&lt;/span&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, today was a fun day for me, and i hope you had a fun day too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110967417734390681?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110967417734390681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110967417734390681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110967417734390681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110967417734390681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/03/we-went-hyper.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110942044793533330</id><published>2005-02-26T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T20:35:25.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NATIONAL FOOTDRILL COMPETITION - TOP 8 AMONGST 41 SCHOOLS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did the unexpected. we have thus proven MISS ELAINE LIM wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great day today, all the tension and nervousness was fun too! somehow other, i thought fmssrcy was the crappiest squad there. doing silly volleyball actions right before our turn, acting like we were so relax. making lotsa noise while waiting for our turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round A: made mistakes because the stupid fatty on the microphone couldnt command properly. stupid fatty, cause so many schools to make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we thought we were gonna have a learning experience...but, we screamed and hugged like crazy when the YO came to us and told us we got in&lt;strong&gt; round B. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hees. not the top 3, but still, we are champions inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FD COM 06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'LL BE BACK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110942044793533330?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110942044793533330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110942044793533330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110942044793533330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110942044793533330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/02/national-footdrill-competition-top-8.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110923763807923106</id><published>2005-02-24T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T01:33:58.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;betty bought some butter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the butter was bitter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so betty bought some better butter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to make the bitter butter better.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup! study skills ended yesterday. i thought that the whole programme was really fun and interesting, and it made most of us 'open our eyes to reality'. the 2nd day was the day when we all saw the pain and burden we carried in our hearts. the disappointment we gave our parents...:'( it was really sad, and i can be sure that at least 3/4 of the class cried. but its okay...we all feel lighter now dont we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont understand if you never even shed a single drop of tear. are you guys really that heartless? this is to those ppl who LAUGHED when everyone was crying and pretended to sob. i think you all should do a night of self reflection and pray for enlightenment. you guys really ought to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..you know what. i just wasted 4 smses for nothing. i didn't lock my keypad and during physics, i lean on my bag [with phone inside] and sent 4 BLANK messages to ALEX. booo!!!  and when he asked me to lock my keypad, i was 'What??' still completely clueless on the going ons. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i miss cherie and ramesh already! they are such nice ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramesh SPECIALLY played 'The Phantom of The Opera' remix during break time because he promised me on the first day he would. haha. i totally laughed my head off when he told stupid yet intellectual stories to us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...a cross between Kumar and Rowan Atkinson. (: that explains his character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, National Footdrill Competition is this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish us luck!! we need all that we can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110923763807923106?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110923763807923106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110923763807923106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110923763807923106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110923763807923106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/02/betty-bought-some-butter-butter-was.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110889057701616698</id><published>2005-02-20T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T01:09:37.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>severe case of pms-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;note to my brother : wanna be spared from my elegant swearing?? buzz off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its yet another sunday where i have sleepy eyes and runny nose. not forgetting a case of a bad hair day. oh great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just read dory's blog and i think that her entry's absolutely right. we were PERFECTLY innocent when we were just little kiddos toying not with feelings, but with legos. i would be told off if i called my brother 'stupid'. and i would never dare talk back to ANYBODY...well that case is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet i have already sweared a million swear words in my life. im corrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were the times when i'd be satisfied with a normal barbie doll, but now, i demand for 'Limited Princesses Barbie Dolls' . see the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. getting materialistic sucks especially the number of days you hafta save to get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, the past is nice, the future's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it frightens me to see what i have become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110889057701616698?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110889057701616698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110889057701616698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110889057701616698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110889057701616698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/02/severe-case-of-pms-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110879323728561815</id><published>2005-02-18T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T22:07:17.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's nothing new to my life, just a even blocked up nose,therefore i speak with a constipated voice and occasionally get choked by phlegm. puke if this disgust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. my head's running with bullshit. cant think straight. the world's against me or something. the world's revolving the other way. sob. life's too much to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, but i suddenly miss my cousin so very much..&lt;br /&gt;it hurts. you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray she's having a good time up there serving God, being God's bestest angel ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you Magdalene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the hidden truth you never knew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110879323728561815?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110879323728561815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110879323728561815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110879323728561815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110879323728561815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/02/theres-nothing-new-to-my-life-just.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110855040575268073</id><published>2005-02-16T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T02:40:05.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT is the point of having a FRIENDSTER.com when HALF the time, it ISNT working. I ask YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-claiming that your email address is WRONG, when you are perfectly sure that are eyesight is fine. and you have to keep clicking 'refresh' or typing the same CORRECT email id all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-making your heart go 'thumpa thumpa thumpa thumpa' while you cross your fingers under the computer table, praying that your PRECIOUS testimonials and BELOVED contacts arent deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-when people want to add you as their friend, you cant seem to ACCEPT because "Failed to approve friend request." whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-and keep insisting that your User Id is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, give us a break. the founder of friendster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please take up html courses and making-websites-problem-free  courses too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because, here we are, in our little world, praying that our beloved contacts are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110855040575268073?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110855040575268073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110855040575268073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110855040575268073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110855040575268073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-is-point-of-having-friendster.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110846152954289849</id><published>2005-02-15T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T01:58:49.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, what's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there['s ] a[are] despo[s] on the loose. cant really claim that there is only one person, cause, after all, dateless people get pretty desperate on vday. eg hosea. like what the heck hosea. (: and no, i am NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hosea's like-en by a girl called SHERRIE. *chokes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stanley's blog has a sicko called HAILEY. *gags*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dory's blog was visited by CHAD MURRAY. *wheeze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kookie's blog has a guy called SEBESTIAN. *question mark*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helsa's blog has RICKY MARTIN's signature. *exclamation mark*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUGAR BABY MY ASS LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cupid's on the loose. run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110846152954289849?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110846152954289849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110846152954289849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110846152954289849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110846152954289849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-whats-up-theres-aare-despos-on.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110837670937062839</id><published>2005-02-14T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T02:25:09.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love is in the air, love is everywhere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the following &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Uberbean//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;         ::  thank you for the name tags and that little bag of goodies! love ya. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Shikimabean//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   ::  thanks for the name tags too!! and that little letter that you dunno what to write. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nattie          &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;           ::  love the piggy sweets! so adorable that i can only bear to nibble of its ears. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chanel       &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;               ::  your letter's so wonderful! haha...love ya too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JoaJoa &lt;/strong&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;               ::  omg. the petite kitkat looks too cute to be eaten. HAH. happy v day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lissa &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/strong&gt;                  ::  yea..thanks for your sweet heart shape letter. ((: did you give HIM too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the rest for wishing me, o' dateless one. haha. though im not desperate or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;join me and the dateless gang, in the annual valentines day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hugs&amp;amp;kisses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110837670937062839?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110837670937062839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110837670937062839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110837670937062839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110837670937062839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-is-in-air-love-is-everywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110828417201039534</id><published>2005-02-13T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T00:46:04.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is so perfect. it cant be better, can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this E Maths test tomorrow, plus a Chinese composition test. OMG. i am so looking forward to it! what perfect timing! right after chinese new year. how nice! oh. the E Maths test is also counted in CA and its a VERY difficult test. I have studied VERY hard for it, and im guaranteed a PASS. the composition test is soo easy too! its just basic knowledge and AMPLE timing to write the zhuo wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOHH...look. Add Maths test on Thurs. I LOVE ADD MATHS. ive studied supah hard for it, and im gonna score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the chinese test next friday! the teacher informed us LAST MINUTE last fri and OOH BOY. thankfully i studied before hand and memorize every zao ju in the handbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOODNESS. i love my life. my oh-so-very perfect life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you teachers! you guys make me so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;* S    A     R     C     A     S     M *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110828417201039534?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110828417201039534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110828417201039534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110828417201039534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110828417201039534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-is-so-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110813717604842657</id><published>2005-02-11T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T07:52:56.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. i can be declared a penny over bankruptcy.&lt;br /&gt;2. i think hong paos are cute.&lt;br /&gt;3. chinese new year celebrations in school, stinks.&lt;br /&gt;4. tests are spoilers to my already not-so-perfect life.&lt;br /&gt;5. i have small eyes.&lt;br /&gt;6. i have an elongated face.&lt;br /&gt;7. i can wear heels.&lt;br /&gt;8. i just heard a freaky ghost story.&lt;br /&gt;9. salmon and sakae rocks.&lt;br /&gt;10. i like disney productions.&lt;br /&gt;11. i am not up to watch CONSTANTINE. are you?&lt;br /&gt;12. i think eminem is original.&lt;br /&gt;13. britney spears cant sing for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;14. neither can she dance.&lt;br /&gt;15. J Lo is the best.&lt;br /&gt;16. i am getting fat.&lt;br /&gt;17. i hate seeing people cry.&lt;br /&gt;18. braces are funky.&lt;br /&gt;19. i like wine.&lt;br /&gt;20. beer is cheap.&lt;br /&gt;21. craving for Gelato Cookies 'n' Creme Ice Cream Cake.&lt;br /&gt;22. i cant finish a whole chocolate mousse. never in my life have i ever accomplish that.&lt;br /&gt;23. green tea cheese cake poisons tastebuds.&lt;br /&gt;24. being popular doesn't mean that people really like you.&lt;br /&gt;25. i shall swear with elegance.&lt;br /&gt;26. whatever foul language would be directed to my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;27. i love the beans.&lt;br /&gt;28. i like black heels.&lt;br /&gt;29. i want clothes from MANGO. pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. would anyone be my valentine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110813717604842657?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110813717604842657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110813717604842657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110813717604842657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110813717604842657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/02/1.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110777236162348706</id><published>2005-02-07T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T02:32:41.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yea yea. merry new year. and almost immediately, my faced turned $_$ . hah. hongpaos, ppl HONGPAOS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall EXPECT to recieve red packets from the following couples. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Cheryl Kook and Jeremy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  Helsa and Heng Guang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Brandon and Yun Xing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Hosea and Lissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                or&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Reuben and Lissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Wenfang and Hidayat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. i sound so greedy. *eyes glow with money*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love chinese new year, because my grandma cooks &lt;strong&gt;ABALONE&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;SHARK's FIN&lt;/strong&gt; for reunion dinner!! i have to watch my weight..period. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im tired from footDRILL training. and camp. and crapping. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched a murder show on sunday called No One Can Hear You. i got this extract from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True love never dies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True love never lies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever closer to the night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Precious flame burning bright. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudders* the killer sends this to everyone he wants to kill...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. gotta chow now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s hongpaos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110777236162348706?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110777236162348706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110777236162348706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110777236162348706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110777236162348706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/02/yea-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110734109506242785</id><published>2005-02-02T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T02:44:55.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i ripped off nicholas' shirt pocket. i literally did. my true force was unleashed. i feel so guilty. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was trying to hit me or something, and then i was blocking the attacks, and suddenly zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt. hey presto, the pocket's off. we were stunned, but burst into laughter almost immediately. haha. and he had to borrow salsa's safety pins to pin it back. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NICHOLAS NGO&lt;/strong&gt;: forgive me! you attacked me first and i warned you before!haha. sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of physics was FUN. pure addicition/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;threw shoes, books, pencil case, money way down from the 4th storey and screaming like idiots. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fished them up with a raffia string. spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR LIM rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110734109506242785?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110734109506242785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110734109506242785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110734109506242785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110734109506242785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-ripped-off-nicholas-shirt-pocket.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110716859049749651</id><published>2005-01-31T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T02:49:50.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another day at journalism. another day of yelling at puny sec ones. another day of disturbing helsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but charade was fun.. and poor heng guang had to act like helsa. it was so darn hilarious! *gags*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant think of anything else....except THE FLOWER MONSTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sec ones joined me in drawing the monster on the board. the creature is depicting Royston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE CRAVINGS FOR GREASY FRIES. so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate me, love me, i dont care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110716859049749651?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110716859049749651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110716859049749651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110716859049749651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110716859049749651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-day-at-journalism.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110701106197610890</id><published>2005-01-29T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T07:04:21.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>m</title><content type='html'>(replies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dory: &lt;/strong&gt;yea. i shld be going to sabah. hellOOooo...beans to sabah!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl: &lt;/strong&gt;hey hey! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;steph: &lt;/strong&gt;oopsie! i am sooo sorry! cause my com was giving me problems...sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dory(again): &lt;/strong&gt;can u stop breaking my record, toot. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. im too lazy to press 'enter' 4 times. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my dad just forced the whole family to do something that is so lame. he bought like 30 over different flavoured mochi from various brands "to try out". so as he says. he then cut the mochi in to 4 pieces and each of us will take one and eat it. after that, at the count of 3 (sheesh) you rate it, 1 being the worst and 5 being the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i ate the best mochi ever- wasabi. *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i WILL and the beans WILL be going to sabah, unless for unforseen circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha.ha.ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dang. my dad's currently watching this freaky horror movie with a woman shrieking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I HATE HORROR MOVIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110701106197610890?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110701106197610890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110701106197610890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110701106197610890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110701106197610890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/01/m.html' title='m'/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110681699681781136</id><published>2005-01-27T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T01:51:14.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beans to sabah!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go sabah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously CANT wait for outward bound. i am all set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few months ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bangs head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110681699681781136?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110681699681781136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110681699681781136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110681699681781136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110681699681781136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/01/beans-to-sabah-go-beans-go-sabah-go-us.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110673746431752063</id><published>2005-01-26T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T03:04:24.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>conclusion of the day: Manning is head over heels in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she changed my grp and kept staring at me and even said that i was noisy. hah. and she encouraged me to bring good cheer to my new grp. dont worry manning, I WILL. i WILL make this grp noisier than the previous one. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, for the time being, im just gonna sit here and procrastinate about studying for my tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mock hosea's pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and admire my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110673746431752063?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110673746431752063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110673746431752063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110673746431752063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110673746431752063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/01/conclusion-of-day-manning-is-head-over.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110664572577609419</id><published>2005-01-25T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:35:25.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: a potential failure in physics and chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;problem&lt;/strong&gt;: ended up with beeping teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what can i do&lt;/strong&gt;: write a 2 pages complain letter to the ministry and sack them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;possibility rate&lt;/strong&gt;: zero. nada. zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sums up my day in less than 50 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was boring today. and i am positive that Manning (that's what me and lissa calls ms mano) got her eyes glued on me, eyeing my every action, and when she sees me talking or making faces behind her back, she'll pounce on poor me. yea. because finally she got the opportunity to POUNCE on me when i was doing some dramatic sign actions across the room to ask jeremy how he faired in some compre wksht. i am Manning's recent target. She calls my name EVERYTIME when we have english, be it answering question or asking me to shut. i think she loves me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. i think 3e is more energetic than 2a, seriously. like there's a balanced combination of nerds and slackers. nice nice nice. but i still do miss pris and kookie, duncha? we used to be in the same class!! and now one's a million miles away, while the other is a few classes away. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*off to kill self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110664572577609419?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110664572577609419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110664572577609419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110664572577609419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110664572577609419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/01/me-potential-failure-in-physics-and.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110656128986624012</id><published>2005-01-24T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T02:08:09.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've almost broke a record of nobody telling me to update, until THAT dory had to come and pester me. hmph. dory you gory bean// haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie nevermind abt that. i've got the monday blues again, and im sure that monday is cursed. woke up in the morn with a terrible cold, felt positively sick, but the sight of school jerked me awake. (in a rude manner)then i had to run 2.4, and my timing sucked ducks. tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, had journalism today.so i went for lunch with kookie, lissa, jelin, hosea and kenneth ong. weird clique huh. totally. some are not part of the cool writing club, so too bad. bah. it was pretty funny throughout, because there was this particular topic of a particular SOMEONE that we can talk about. and the person with the most obvious reaction, would be none other than kenneth ong. its been ages since i spoke to that guy. like since p4???? whoa. funny funny ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;journalism was cool too, cause the next meeting, only US the GREAT SENIORS would be chairing the whole meeting. yay. i cant wait, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe monday is okayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crud. i havent studied for my tests, yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110656128986624012?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110656128986624012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110656128986624012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110656128986624012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110656128986624012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/01/ive-almost-broke-record-of-nobody.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110629252635003093</id><published>2005-01-20T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T23:28:46.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am planning to fake a biography of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My character: A grand mama that lived through a gruelling war experience. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Choy Elizabeth. (hahas) no la..i havent think of it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 84&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoo boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...and i just got familiarized with friendster! (((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala...who wanna be my friendddddd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110629252635003093?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110629252635003093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110629252635003093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110629252635003093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110629252635003093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am-planning-to-fake-biography-of.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110613598445292810</id><published>2005-01-19T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T03:59:44.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i've created a frienster's account.  &lt;strong&gt;ADD ME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="www.friendster.com"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its cathedral_child by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110613598445292810?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110613598445292810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110613598445292810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110613598445292810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110613598445292810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-ive-created-friensters-account.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110603923684507591</id><published>2005-01-18T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T01:07:16.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the many eventful days have totally distracted me from updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I pierced my ears on saturday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got a new handphone line. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. unfortunately, my mum took the phone. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate Pathetic Low more than ever now. He's a complete beeping idiot and deserves to be banished off the   realms of the Earth. :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i never liked him anyway. he gives me the creeps and he freaking talks too much. dammit. He's making my blood boil like there's no tomorrow. begone o loserlike and freaky alien! Earth does not welcome your type and your ass species. So go before you harm the rest and spread your disgusting disease to US. We haven't found a cure to your bag of crap and you better make a move. Pronto. Crawl your ass to goodness knows where and become a beggar. I'll be sure to donate waste garbage to you. Just leave. Get outta my sight. And mark my words-you'll regret if you try to mess with me. Simply because i'm a you-know-what and i can twist your infested arm off. Buzz off. I shan't waste my high class and precious breath on you. Scram and may God bless you to make you a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes..I'm so mean and harsh, but what do you want me to do huh. kick his ass to outerspace? nah...i wouldnt dare to inflict pain on him in fear that he may cry and bawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!!!! LEAVE KOOK AND FINNY ALONE OR I'LL KILL YOU. MIND YOUR BEEPING BUSINESS AND GET OUT OF OUR LIVES.BECAUSE WE.HATE.YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. im feeling all better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110603923684507591?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110603923684507591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110603923684507591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110603923684507591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110603923684507591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/01/many-eventful-days-have-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110553173419376052</id><published>2005-01-12T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T04:08:54.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>welcome to the bean family `&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; for now, it's :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*retrobean//&lt;/strong&gt;         me aka oggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;//doodlebean`&lt;/strong&gt;     kookie aka cheryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hornybean &lt;/strong&gt;                finny aka hornie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dustbean      &lt;/strong&gt;           jeremy aka peabrain/hoghead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hair/hairybean&lt;/strong&gt;    stanley aka whip cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[i forgot! eeps]&lt;/strong&gt;      benjamin aka benjaboobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am not a bean&lt;/strong&gt;     evan aka evaaann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so totally crushed toay, so i'm &lt;strong&gt;*crushedbean//&lt;/strong&gt; .. sobs. my sim card crashed and argh..i am so totally stripped of whatever happiness i had. i dont know why i you-know-what in the bus, and i even got scolded by teh busdriver for slamming my ezlink card on the machine. bullshit. ill smash ur sim card and see how u feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least i have the bean family..((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and //doodlebean` ?  forget abt what you did. oggie still loves you!! hahh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110553173419376052?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110553173419376052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110553173419376052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110553173419376052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110553173419376052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/01/welcome-to-bean-family-for-now-its.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110534707000453953</id><published>2005-01-10T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T00:51:10.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just emptied my piggy bank and realised that i am freaking short of money. shat. i wonder how my money disaappear these days. i bet it's david copperfield playing a joke on me. he makes my cash disappear and then suddenly, im in a room full of it. haha. this is so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really have an aim or rather a target on how many thousand  am i gonna earn by a particular age, but i am certain that i dont want to live in poverty when i grow up. (: i'd just die if i had no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont intend on employing my own personal  financial consultant because to do that, i will have to still pay her and i might as well use my $$$ for something more worth it. and even if i did hire one, he/she probably be a pain in the butt and i'll still sack her in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand? dont understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110534707000453953?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110534707000453953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110534707000453953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110534707000453953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110534707000453953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-just-emptied-my-piggy-bank-and.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110516168462945144</id><published>2005-01-07T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T00:06:11.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 things i'd do if i were migrating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. make sure the place that im migrating to is worth living in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. visit the place a few months before, and getting to know the surroundings and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. if it's cheap there, i'll buy a huge plot of land and own horses and live in huge georgian bungalow. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. buy a nice unique car there if it's cheap for their currency. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. set aside 2 weeks to go out with EVERYONE of my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. spend 1/4 of my singapore currency. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. write touching letters to move my friends. [make them miss me. hahaha.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. kick my arch nemesis [plural] in da ass. [they wont get a chance to kick mine, unless their legs can stretch a million miles away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. stick my tongue out at the president of singapore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. graffiti on the walls of fairfield. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wish i can migrate anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110516168462945144?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110516168462945144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110516168462945144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110516168462945144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110516168462945144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/01/10-things-id-do-if-i-were-migrating.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110491689364073310</id><published>2005-01-05T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T01:29:57.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no one likes school anyway. and no one likes physics too. and i dont like sakeena. phft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem&lt;br /&gt;green is HER sari's [or whatever] colour and GREEN also happens to be our textbook colour. not forgetting that she wants us to get a GREEN chem file. hah. not funny man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics.&lt;br /&gt;*screams* that blidding convertion sums were freaking confusing. and winner manage to do the whole page of convertion sums in class. not fair. not fair. not fair. Mr lim made us play this game during lesson. [duh. physics sums. u think dog and bone ah] benjaboob, sheryl koh and joshua kong were in my group. and we were leading by 2 miserable points. haha. anyway, i need tuition. pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese&lt;br /&gt;zhen lao shi made us answer 7 question concerning ourselves, like favourite movie and blah/ boring...they always do the same thing. and yesterday, she played a lame music and made us pass one of mrs toh's soft toy around. and whoever is holding the toy when the music stops, must self introduce. so exciting...NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english&lt;br /&gt;what can possibly be fun when there's a mano in class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...im thinking of migrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110491689364073310?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110491689364073310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110491689364073310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110491689364073310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110491689364073310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-one-likes-school-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110483692431593461</id><published>2005-01-04T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T03:08:44.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let me be childish for this entire post. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like disney productions. *screams* i love Sleeping Beauty and Snow White and Little Mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all *drum roll* CINDERELLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please knock some sense into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110483692431593461?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110483692431593461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110483692431593461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110483692431593461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110483692431593461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/01/let-me-be-childish-for-this-entire.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110466128409219925</id><published>2005-01-02T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T02:21:24.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;resolutions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, like what for man. but i still did one anyway. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morgues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in my dad's office reading overdue articles concerning the tsunami. [seriously overdued cause the death toll then was 55 000] then i came across this article in the NewPaper. omg. guess what...a whole picture of the morgue and a mortuary with dead people lying all still and silent. argh...that was depressing. the pictures still haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seed of chucky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a phobia with Child's Play. that is one show that i only watched once [due to my stupidness] and never ever dared to catch any of the screenings again. BUT now, NOW, i am gonna break this phobia. i am gonna find a brave one to watch this show with me. [evil laugh] after all, i shouldnt be afraid of Chucky, since i have a whole bunch of Barbie Dolls at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fmss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. the school that always ask for money. back to it again, test exams stress cca principal's speeches canteen food heavy book load..blahdeeblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first episode of survivor starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110466128409219925?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110466128409219925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110466128409219925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110466128409219925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110466128409219925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2005/01/resolutions-eh-like-what-for-man.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110455331462184982</id><published>2004-12-31T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T20:21:54.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought i had finally gotten over pris leaving..until just now.&lt;br /&gt;i was packing my table, and then, i saw the barbie doll she gave me..and the card. and then, i plunged into misery. it just doesn't seem right without her. i cant explain it in words..its too complicated. i didnt cry when we said our final goodbye, i just couldnt. i was shattered yet i couldnt potray my feelings. the endless tossing and turning in the nights thinking of all the good times led to more misery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im sad now. its suppose to be a happy new year huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, happy birthday evan. you're finally 14th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110455331462184982?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110455331462184982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110455331462184982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110455331462184982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110455331462184982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-thought-i-had-finally-gotten-over.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110429280619226051</id><published>2004-12-28T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T20:03:00.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes i wish that time would stand still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;paused at the parts where we were having fun and being hysterical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stop ticking when we laughed together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll skip the nightmares when we dreamed of saying goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll forward time when you're going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wouldnt stop when reality's seeping in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish time would stand still when it was still us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P and E and C and K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i feel the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110429280619226051?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110429280619226051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110429280619226051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/12/sometimes-i-wish-that-time-would-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7843377.post-110421703492043655</id><published>2004-12-27T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T22:57:14.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cheerios. im finally updating. been rather busy and lazy cause of the festive season. ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's talk about christmas..&lt;br /&gt;not too bad..considering that our carolling has improved tremendously since last year. lets not talk about the toddler that burst into tears when we opened our mouths. ah..presents eh? lesser than last year, but its alright. since christmas is about giving and not recieving. it was quite fufilling to see my cuz and friends opening the gift i got them. especially the milk bottle i got for *ahem* : D and.. kook! I GOT A FILA WALLET!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boxing day was as busy..&lt;br /&gt;writing thank u cards to everyone and blah blah..lets not waste our time by elaborating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school business..&lt;br /&gt;sucks. i am completely clueless and..AHHHHHHh. i havent got a file yet. dang.dang.dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things i missed writing about, like the chalet and the christmas party and church. but im sure memories are better off  staying in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110421703492043655?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110421703492043655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110421703492043655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110421703492043655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110421703492043655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/12/cheerios.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110361530374021502</id><published>2004-12-20T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T23:48:23.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>curiosity killed the cat...&lt;br /&gt;satisfaction brought it back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s PECK's slogan. rather, journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PECK rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks pris, for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECK, ready to rock next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110361530374021502?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110361530374021502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110361530374021502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110361530374021502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110361530374021502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/12/curiosity-killed-cat.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110346787292764570</id><published>2004-12-19T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T06:51:48.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously. christmas is getting me stressed out. prezzies prezzies prezzies. brokie brokie brokie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what do i want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me that and ill be forvever indebted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i wish]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110346787292764570?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110346787292764570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110346787292764570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110346787292764570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110346787292764570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/12/seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110325769694103684</id><published>2004-12-16T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T20:37:32.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wrestling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;some people out there might just go crazy over a match, but i ask, what for? and i don't think 2 men bashing each other up is very amusing. take for example, a scene where a guy smash another guy' s head with a chair. seems familiar in reality? yep. i did that to my brother when i was 5. let's just say, GROW UP BIG HUNKY WRESTLERS. [wait. they might not be that hunky or muscle packed. you never know when they pop some drugs into their mouth that are suppose to make u hunkier or stronger. hmm..could it possibly be..steroids? are they allowed??] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;screaming vulgarities on stage? stripping their pants or whatever they're wearing off ? puh-lease?? get a life. not forgetting the parts where they bounce themselves off the stringy materials along the ring and get kinetic energy to pounce on the opponent. how funny. may as well join some martial tournament in the world olympics. but, since all this are just &lt;strong&gt;AN ACT&lt;/strong&gt; , i think those supposedly 'tough' and 'strong' and 'impressive' wrestlers might just get trounce while fighting with Bruce Lee [if he was still in this world] or even, me? ha. ha. ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wearing undies on stage and fighting isnt very nice for your image you know. and considering the fact that they have TOTALLY NO FASHION SENSE, what do you think achieving fashion designers out there might say? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ugh..remember those WWE cards that totally rip u off from your pocket money?? when time passes, it'll probably be gathering dust somewhere in your house. the money you spent to buy them can be donated to your church or charity for a good cause, right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but, oh wells, i shan't say wrestling is all that bad, cause im sure wrestling fans out there might beat me up. i think they have their reasons for liking it. and i cant deny the fact that wrestling shows sometimes make me laugh and yell and scream and cheer like a maniac, in the wee hours of the night. uh huh..when my dad watches WWE, i sit with him and watch it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i guess that everything has it's good and bads..ya? but i still think that being a writer might be a little more healthy. ( = &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;over and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110325769694103684?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110325769694103684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110325769694103684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110325769694103684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110325769694103684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/12/wrestling.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110320119215063026</id><published>2004-12-16T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T04:46:32.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like black eyed peas. so sue me. ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TOWN!! aahh! prezzies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit. havent shop yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more days to go..argh. any cheap stuff up for grabs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110320119215063026?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110320119215063026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110320119215063026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110320119215063026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110320119215063026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-like-black-eyed-peas.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110301176712188962</id><published>2004-12-14T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T00:09:27.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant believe i actually did 1 whole hour of blog surfing. beat me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas. prezzie. santiee. cant wait. can u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;notice::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding someone to help me in html crap. am a html idiot. girl guy alien elephant whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiot everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110301176712188962?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110301176712188962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110301176712188962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110301176712188962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110301176712188962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-cant-believe-i-actually-did-1-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110291994249075389</id><published>2004-12-12T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T22:39:02.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>asjdweudheuwiruhadjkajsaauweiuheuiwlsjdhjaskdasdhjsiqueq&lt;br /&gt;ihrjaskdjsahsajdkhasjdksssjdhjahsaureihfsljkflsweifojwrifrowfi&lt;br /&gt;rowfhuhgufgfgjfgfjgfjgfjgfjghfjhgfjhgjrkjeijwfirfhrbehvbhvbkur&lt;br /&gt;wluefhuwrugjrvnwjrivbtujdhrwureiwruwireuwirheuwrhuewe&lt;br /&gt;eretrrhtewuhturieurtlsugherighruetwoithruweihtrutheiruter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110291994249075389?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110291994249075389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110291994249075389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110291994249075389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110291994249075389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/12/asjdweudheuwiruhadjkajsaauweiuheuiwlsj.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110265157272299576</id><published>2004-12-09T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T20:12:39.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we were mad and being stalked</title><content type='html'>yami yogurt. suntec. hans. citylink. marina. arcade. mango. makeover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;ris. &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;van chee. &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;arissa[me]. &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;ookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anything be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they didn't listen to my advice on kite flying and we went marina bay first. it was completely deserted. scary. not one breath of wind.[told ya people! there isnt wind in the morning!] creepy. then just as we were consoling ourselves and not feel so scared, the major nightmare came. A STALKER. believe me. it wasnt about being paranoid. it was reality - A REAL STALKER. he was wearing blue. we didn't dared to face him or anything and he was on the other side of the road. HE kept looking and following us. pris made eye contact and she said that HE had scary eyes. well, to me, HE had a perverse face. we took our all of our handphones and decided not to split up. so we ran to the nearest arcade. and we completely forgot about HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played &lt;strong&gt;daytona usa&lt;/strong&gt; first. man..i disgraced myself. hellooo...i got third?? kook got first and pris got second. [evan wasnt interested in racing] or was it the other way round? but then, i showed them my almighty racing powers in another racing game, and got, FIRST! haha! ah..the sweet taste of victory. just as we were getting to the bishi bashi machine, HE came in. omg. i quickly drag all of them outside, and we made a dash for the arcade a few metres away. he didn't follow up and kook looked suprisingly calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we were like HECK WITH THE STALKER. and boy, we had FUN. we had a challenge on &lt;strong&gt;bishi bashi&lt;/strong&gt;. kook and pris were obviously GOOD in that game. hmph. another disgrace. then, when we were about to go bowling, kook said she wanted to play &lt;strong&gt;jurassic park 3&lt;/strong&gt;. haha! my niche area..SHOOTING GAMES! kook died first and left me alone to handle to velociraptors. haha. and pris kept flinching when the dinosaurs came. evan seemed pretty confused yet calm on the going ons. without a partner, i died at the T-rex part. and then this message appeared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your worst enemy isn't the dinosaurs. It is your partner.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i glared at kookie and we laughed. and after a game of &lt;strong&gt;time crisis 3&lt;/strong&gt; with pris, we went bowling. we thought we really sucked cause we kept getting gutter balls. but then, we started getting strikes and spares. and that lane had some problem, so each person have 3 tries to bowl. haha! i won the game. feel my wrath! ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think THE STALKER had disappeared into the oblivion or something, cause we didn't see him later. heck! then we went to hans and were like idiots taking photos of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2 most memorable events that happened were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The &lt;strong&gt;trying out spree&lt;/strong&gt;. we went to &lt;strong&gt;Mango &lt;/strong&gt;at Suntec and we charged in. we grabbed a suit of clothes, those that we wouldn't usually wear, funky and all, and went to try out. haha. it was really fun! then after wearing the clothes, no one dare to come out. reason being, we were paiseh and the skirt was too short. then, we overcame whatever fears, lol , and we paraded out. i was prancing about in front of the mirror and gasping at the length of the skirt. lol. we all looked like psychos, having lotsa fun psychos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Me and evan bought a &lt;strong&gt;heart shape tag which screamed, I LOVE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;. kook was suppose to distract pris while we tied it onto pris' bag. oh ya. i wrote a note on the heart too. well, evan managed to secure it on pris' bag and prissyla didnt even noticed. it was like crashing against her butt! if ppl didnt know that it was a prank, they would have thought that it was real. haha. she looked bhb having that tag on her bag. she didnt even know it until when we were going home on different buses, evan smsed her. she swore to kill us then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's was fun, psychotic and all. and i think we'll go out again, won't we? we gave ourselves the name, &lt;strong&gt;PECK&lt;/strong&gt;. go decode it yourself. though, im sad that we'll only be &lt;strong&gt;ECK &lt;/strong&gt;next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110265157272299576?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110265157272299576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110265157272299576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110265157272299576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110265157272299576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/12/we-were-mad-and-being-stalked.html' title='we were mad and being stalked'/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110251133200285041</id><published>2004-12-08T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T05:08:52.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can conclude that &lt;strong&gt;Halo 2&lt;/strong&gt; is rocking better than Halo. when i played &lt;strong&gt;Halo&lt;/strong&gt;, i got stuck at like level 4, whereas Halo 2, im still going on and on and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neener neener. and i got the limited edition &lt;strong&gt;Halo 2&lt;/strong&gt;! waahaaa! i challenge u one on one? ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my current favourite weapons are the &lt;strong&gt;'Convenant Energy Sword'&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;'Plasma Rifle'&lt;/strong&gt;. really cool and powerful. plus, i can do a &lt;strong&gt;dual wield&lt;/strong&gt; where i can hold 2 guns and shoot at a time! hah! is it cool or whattt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. cwismus is coming isn't it? can u guys &lt;strong&gt;leave me ur addy by smsing me&lt;/strong&gt;? im gonna send u guys card. bought it in NZ...haha. please don't feel paiseh or anything, because i really need all of your address!! really! anytime but make it quick! im really busy shopping and all that stuff, so, ya....please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to fly kite tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110251133200285041?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110251133200285041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110251133200285041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110251133200285041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110251133200285041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-can-conclude-that-halo-2-is-rocking.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110232031462150848</id><published>2004-12-05T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T00:05:14.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got &lt;strong&gt;Halo 2. &lt;/strong&gt;neener neener : P but i haven't played it yet so dont ask me whether it's better than &lt;strong&gt;Halo. &lt;/strong&gt;[which i also have ( = ] i love my xbox! *hugs it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;textbooks look scary. looking at the pile of IT on my table makes me have this phobia. good luck for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Maths is &lt;strong&gt;Shutter&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Maths is &lt;strong&gt;The Forgotten&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chinese is &lt;strong&gt;The Eye&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio is &lt;strong&gt;The Village&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chem is &lt;strong&gt;Child's Play.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Physics is &lt;strong&gt;Ju-On&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies is &lt;strong&gt;Urban Legend. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature is &lt;strong&gt;The Ring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. im getting a chill up my spine already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110232031462150848?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110232031462150848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110232031462150848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110232031462150848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110232031462150848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/12/ive-got-halo-2.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110215274450666681</id><published>2004-12-04T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T01:34:07.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;gurl day &lt;/strong&gt;on thurs! gotta wear mah girliest clothes and um...girly stuff? lol. pity i don't have ear holes huh.&lt;br /&gt;i'd love to see&lt;strong&gt; pris&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;kook &lt;/strong&gt;in a *gasp* skirt. wait. i'd love to see any girl in a skirt cause i cant imagine any of my friends in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody have 'The Incredibles' postcards? if have...gimme gimme pretty pretty please? i try to collect postcards of every movie [in vain] and so far, i only have the postcard of the secretary. [whassat girl called?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been upating...stoopid com. looks like everybuddy com's breaking down. SUE THE COMPANY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no red cross for a week. par-TEEEEEEE anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110215274450666681?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110215274450666681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110215274450666681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110215274450666681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110215274450666681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/12/gurl-day-on-thurs-gotta-wear-mah.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110195792061863454</id><published>2004-12-01T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T19:48:16.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dammit. this computer is freakin screwed. i need a new computer. and make it quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i stay over for class gathering? should i even go....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. just forced kook into making some banner for journalism and also forced her to join Creative Arts Programme with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did i do all that? with my jedi mind trick, of course. *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall now think abt collecting journalism funds for the paint and stuff. hehe. $_$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110195792061863454?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110195792061863454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110195792061863454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110195792061863454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110195792061863454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dammit.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110152400062987912</id><published>2004-11-26T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T18:53:20.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;kia ora!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's Maori for 'hello' or 'welcome' . and Maoris are the natives living in New Zealand. one more interesting fact - the people in New Zealand, arent called New Zealanders or Newbies or whatever. guess what? the actual name to call them are KIWIs!!! its pretty weird since the kiwi birds are their national bird. [yes they have a national bird] cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adrenaline rushes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i am so liking JET BOATING and I WANT TO SIT THE LUGE ONE MORE TIME!!!! ahhh...oh wth. jet boating-you'll fall in love with it man..i guarantee you. they ride has 8  360 degrees turns altogether in one ride. [OMG] and you enjoy the beautiful scenery as you ride along Lake Wakatipu. the chilly wind, the cool waters, the handsome driver [ LOL] .. isnt this da life? ok i was just kidding about the driver part. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! the luge! you must take a chairlift [ OH YES! I TOOK A CHAIRLIFT!] up to the hill top and then u take a luge which is actually something like a go-kart, but it's actually powered by only gravity and nothing else. so you zoom down the hill, and steer and drive all the way down, enjoying the scenery. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one description &lt;strong&gt;non-stop heart stopping action with adrenaline rushes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will write more next time. watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110152400062987912?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110152400062987912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110152400062987912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110152400062987912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110152400062987912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/11/kia-ora-thats-maori-for-hello-or.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110118278758176765</id><published>2004-11-22T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T20:06:27.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY!! in NZ now! more expensive than aus ah...will write more when i come back. ( = anyway, i got some EXPENSIVE stuff [do i have a choice?] for some peeps. haha. ( = cya. damn cold here. in christchurch now. haha. standing in a map shop with free net connection. haha. the shop keeper cant see me. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110118278758176765?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110118278758176765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110118278758176765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110118278758176765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110118278758176765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/11/hey-in-nz-now-more-expensive-than-aus.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110075142482235927</id><published>2004-11-17T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T20:26:04.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you miss me, you miss me not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyya. this might be my last post for the week or something. im leaving...( = dun miss me....[i noe u wld] i hope i can find a&lt;strong&gt; inexpensive&lt;/strong&gt; internet cafe there, downladed with msn. then i can chat with u peeps! ( = haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called naomi yesterday, the moment she reached home from teh airport. [yea! she went NZ too!] she was screaming as she ran to the phone...lol. then i asked her abt the weather and stuff, and guess what? she said in the afternoon, u could get a suntan! haha. maybe i would be a blacker indian than kookie. lol. and the food there hor....cost like 20 NZ per plate. -_- i am speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my flight would be at 2030, but i hafta reach the airport by like 1830. haha. i hope the ppl i meet there would be nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing:  ( =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world revolves around what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CARISSA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110075142482235927?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110075142482235927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110075142482235927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110075142482235927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110075142482235927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-miss-me-you-miss-me-not.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110067679856517503</id><published>2004-11-16T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T02:14:06.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Things To Do Today ( =&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from the &lt;strong&gt;girl of wisdom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tell me what u want in NZ-quick! im leaving tomorrow! [terms and conditions apply]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;switch on your phone tomorrow. coz for all u noe, i will sms u. ( =&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;miss me when i leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;eliminate fishes [hate fish. no. not dory. but real disgusting scaly fishy. yucks]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;help me find a cure for &lt;strong&gt;FISH-O-PHOBIA. &lt;/strong&gt;[wait. is there such a phobia around?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;help me find the real name of the phobia of being scared of fishes. ( =&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;compliment the blogskin i chose. [c'mon!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;stuff yourself with chocs. be a chocoholic like &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;revise for O levels. [i bet the FPDAs have already started] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;go take a flying leap. [die.. =X ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110067679856517503?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110067679856517503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110067679856517503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110067679856517503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110067679856517503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/11/10-things-to-do-today-from-girl-of.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110057989934903463</id><published>2004-11-15T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:34:37.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;financial crisis-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is the most expensive trip im going to. the air tickets cost like dunno how much, the jackets/windbreakers/luggage bags cost a bomb. [partly coz i chose expensive jackets ( = oooh..nottie nottie] haha. you know i just found that NZ is a very expensive and rip off country. not rip off in the sense that got nothing to see, but is that they like charge hell for everything. one stupid garden tour cost like 55 nz currency, which is like 55+ in sing dollars??? one stupid &lt;strong&gt;garden &lt;/strong&gt;tour and they rip a hole in ur pocket....who's gonna go? i think taking the gondola up the mountain might be more worth it. ah...i shall just decide everything when the time comes and when im under pressure. coz i can make the right decisions when im pressurized. really....even when shopping or anything. u give me too much time, i will be super indecisive ( = that's me alright.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. and one thing. i think i dun have enough money to spent in nz. ) = that means i hafta to beg my parents for a early allowance. dang. not nice not funny. then next month...i cannot go buy my stuff...and then i may as well just die. haha. the stuff there are overpriced also...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i got broke this month bcos of the clothes i bought. hmph. i really shldnt have bought jeans and a top...and the converse shoes..[eeps] im broke la.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to gorge myself with western food. fish and chips, pasta, sirloin steak...ahhhh....cant stand it...&lt;br /&gt;and i will be smsing when im in the airport....so watch out for ur phones! haha..u might get a sms from me....(((= so watch out! &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/7843377-110057989934903463?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110057989934903463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110057989934903463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110057989934903463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110057989934903463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/11/financial-crisis-i-think-this-is-most.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110033188528836214</id><published>2004-11-12T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:34:17.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;national heritage trail!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice the difference in the punctuation mark. [refer to previous post] it was actually quite cool..haha. but...my team was last leh. and to make matters worse, i was the group leader and that everyone thought that we were gonna win...sigh. but well...it was tiring [ bummed out now] and non-stop heart-stopping action. [haha] i mean..we can't take public transport [walk lor] and the route was like 5km long? okok. it might sound short, but imagine this:&lt;br /&gt;you walk/run around shenton way and beg the public for directions and ur marshall keep bugging u that ur grp is currently at last place. and then u have the burden of lugging ur super heavy haversack, and for emergency, a heavy stretcher [ if u drop it ans smash it or anything, u hafta pay 90 bucks] and a first aid kit which seemingly felt very heavy while u run. [drop it? smash it? 30 bucks!] and then after this gruelling occurence, u WALK/RUN all the way to chinatown. [shenton way to chinatown!!! ahhh!] then after the heavy panting and the scorching sun beating down on ur backs, u realise that u have been walking in BIG circles around MULTIPLE BIG buildings. *screams* so u snatch the map and navigate the way. too badd. you continue walking around in circles. and ur energy and stamina isn't unlimited, right? so finally...u reach chinatown [ half dead] plus aching arms and blistered feet.ur sweat literally POURED down from ur face to ur chest.sticky and tired...where is my mama????.............................................&lt;br /&gt;i shant continue on and on already. im getting real tiredddddd......real sleepyyyyyyyy...*yawn* i think that's all for self reflection.....*yawn* i have a blistered feet. [oh what a tragedy] and aching legs. [pity pity].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. enuff of crap. i think i shall end off. seeya. ( = and give thanks that u didn't have to 'suffer' like the rcy peeps. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110033188528836214?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110033188528836214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110033188528836214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110033188528836214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110033188528836214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/11/national-heritage-trail-notice.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110023993564568197</id><published>2004-11-11T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:35:08.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;national heritage trail...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't we all gotten sick of the mock up 'Amazing Race' ? i mean, get a life. the stuff we organize just isn't as fun, and doesn't let you have the adrenaline rush like the REAL amazing race. [speaking of amazing race, the 6th series is out! must watch! whoopdeedoop.] plus, considering the fact that i have totally no sense of direction. throw me somewhere in this country [dont u dare try] and i may as well just rot there. give me a test on the transport thing and i may as well just flung it. heh. seriously. and...ya. national heritage trail is organize by red cross. and its *gasp* this sat. and must do research! bleah...) =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;milford sound cruise/mount cook glacier.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a wierd world, yes it is. one minute is 'yes, we are definitely going for the cruise' and 'no. not the glacier.' and the next 'nah...not the cruise' and 'ya..im considering abt the glacier thing.' heh. it's not bad thing though. hey, i want to sit a HELICOPTER! hahah. okok. i shall stop making u jealous..((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. i am bored. entertain me. thank u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110023993564568197?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110023993564568197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110023993564568197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110023993564568197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110023993564568197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/11/national-heritage-trail.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-110007746589804501</id><published>2004-11-10T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:33:20.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dari kiri chepat jalan...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's footdrill-yet again. and it gets worse everytime. gb took the parade square and we were chased out of the half netball court. poor us were only given 1 min to fall in at the basketball court. *scowls*&lt;br /&gt;and that, for your info, isn't exactly the most strategic location for footdrill. *grimace*&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh..the sun...the heat...the carbon monoxide frm all the vehicles...the noisy construction for that useless BBQ pit...the insecticide...SOMEBODY SAVE US!!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh...the aching legs...the aching knees...my poor feet..SOMEBODY HELP ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dory!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i long winded? argh. go to ms koh's wedding with me...pretty pls? why bcos of the food issue then u change ur mind? *begs u for the 100th time not forgetting the pitiful smile and painful look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Zealand! I LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooooooooooooooooot. guess who's going to NZ????? I AM GOING NZ!!!!!!!! whahahahahaha. i hafta get back-to-school materials, eg. a new schoolbag, there. heh. i can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. u might not even read this. haha. i recieved ur sms on ur going to langkawi while playing 'taiti' [yes...i finally grasp the concept of it, thanks to xiang feng and sarah aka small stuff] haha. but isn't 12pm a very late time to leave the country? take care young padawan. may the force be with you. ( =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-110007746589804501?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/110007746589804501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=110007746589804501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110007746589804501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/110007746589804501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dari-kiri-chepat-jalan.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109999130585932063</id><published>2004-11-09T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:32:54.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;cathedral_child @ hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;add me if i havent added you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;( :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109999130585932063?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109999130585932063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109999130585932063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109999130585932063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109999130585932063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/11/moving-on.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109990844606909408</id><published>2004-11-08T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:32:25.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3E 3E 3E 3E 3E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta get use to that. 2A 2A 2A 2A 2A . somehow 2A still sounds better. but ah wells, it's time i get used to the switching of classes EVERY year. i still think the arrangement is kinda weird. weird combination of ppl. but at least my clique still stays. ( = and i have to be very thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss cheryl, doreen, finny, and most of all, pris. *hugs her* you must takkair hor..journalism wld be different without you. ) =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;left right left right, i love footdrill...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my knee cap hurts and my ankle hurts. from what? the torturous marching of course! but must tahan this type of thing. i want to join the competition next year, ya know. well, at least i hope i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel empty and hollow..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have alot to write, but i somehow have this empty feeling. inside of me. sigh...so i shan't. life full of changes. somehow changes that are so difficult to accept. sigh...is this what i am living for?? &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/7843377-109990844606909408?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109990844606909408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109990844606909408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109990844606909408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109990844606909408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/11/3e-3e-3e-3e-3e-i-gotta-get-use-to-that.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109980757888745536</id><published>2004-11-06T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:31:23.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;activity:&lt;/strong&gt; prawn fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;objective:&lt;/strong&gt; catch prawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where:&lt;/strong&gt; FARMART choa chu kang road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how:&lt;/strong&gt; rent the rods and fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charges:&lt;/strong&gt; $13/hour. buy 2 hours and get 1 hour free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;requirements:&lt;/strong&gt; patience and strategy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;addiction level:&lt;/strong&gt; HIGHLY ADDICTIVE&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ideal bait:&lt;/strong&gt; oysters or raw pig's liver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;preparation:&lt;/strong&gt; cut into fine pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;materials to be brought for bait:&lt;/strong&gt; mini chopping board, mini knife blade&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;materials needed for actual catch:&lt;/strong&gt; special fishing rod, bait, hook, bob, nylon string&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you need to:&lt;/strong&gt; find a suitable spot and wait&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no. of catch since 6/11/04:&lt;/strong&gt; 3 )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gender of prawns:&lt;/strong&gt; 2 male, 1 female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarisfaction level:&lt;/strong&gt; 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current addiction:&lt;/strong&gt; 9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lack of:&lt;/strong&gt; patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;going again on:&lt;/strong&gt; 12/11/04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;activity rating:&lt;/strong&gt; DIE DIE MUST TRY! &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/7843377-109980757888745536?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109980757888745536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109980757888745536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109980757888745536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109980757888745536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/11/activity-prawn-fishing-objective-catch.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109954594215921109</id><published>2004-11-03T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T21:25:42.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;what ice cream is nice? cookies 'n' creme? or rocky road? or tiramisu? or mint choc chip? or neopolitan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hmm..what does my DEAR *ahem ahem* TAMSINE like to eat? hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;note to tamsine: u better tell me what u want, or i'll bring green tea flavour and make u puke. u bet i will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;why must my church always hafta entrust this ice cream job to me? why can't i be in deco or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;okok...yesss. i always go and help for the deco, but...ice cream? eeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ah hah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;situation1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i shall spike the ice cream with some poison or something and then everyone would eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;and then, they feel sick to the stomach. that's when they will be crawling to me ...begging me for the antidote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;and i will make them promise not to make me buy the ice cream ever again, or they will not be purge of their poison. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;effects:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i'll probably go to hell for that cause the people that i am poisoning are actually very nice people. and im probably gonna get a broken arm, cause of tamsine's unseen strength. trust me. she is strong.and ill be stuck with the ice cream job-FOREVER, because of divine retribution or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rating: 2 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ah hah! [thinks genius] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;situation2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i will nicely and politely ask them  in a sweet and innocent voice to let me change jobs with someone in the deco commitee because for the past few years, i always hafta buy ice cream and it contributes to my burden of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;effect:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i will most definitely be granted a change [because of my innocence] and somebody will hafta lift this burden from my aching shoulders and carry it on his/her own shoulders. -evil laugh- hmm..maybe i'll ask _____ to take over me. :DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rating:&lt;/strong&gt; 5 star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ditto. that settles it. i shall launch plan 2 into action. (o: [smirks]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i cant wait to PAR----TEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!&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/7843377-109954594215921109?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109954594215921109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109954594215921109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109954594215921109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109954594215921109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-ice-cream-is-nice-cookies-n-creme.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109947705132845551</id><published>2004-11-03T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T02:17:31.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SOMEONE GIVE ME BATTERIES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gameboy needs batteries.&lt;br /&gt;My mouse needs batteries.&lt;br /&gt;My discman needs batteries.&lt;br /&gt;My tv control needs batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SOMEONE GIVE ME MONEY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need longs.&lt;br /&gt;I need tops to match the longs.&lt;br /&gt;I need to watch Shark Tale an Princess Diaries II&lt;br /&gt;I also need to watch The Incredibles and The Grudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SOMEONE GIVE ME PEACE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop nagging.&lt;br /&gt;Stop acting like you know me best when you don’t.&lt;br /&gt;Stop pressurizing me and give me a freakin’ break will ya?&lt;br /&gt;Stop lecturing me abt stuff you think that I don’t do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SOMEONE GIVE ME FOOD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break from those you give me.&lt;br /&gt;I want goood food.&lt;br /&gt;I want nice and expensive ones.&lt;br /&gt;I want Drunken Prawns….please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SOMEONE GIVE ME FREEDOM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be cooped up here all day.&lt;br /&gt;I am old enough to know what is right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I am sensible enough.&lt;br /&gt;I need you to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;SOMEONE TELL ME…tell me why am I such a brat-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109947705132845551?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109947705132845551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109947705132845551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109947705132845551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109947705132845551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/11/someone-give-me-batteries-my-gameboy.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109937574175437533</id><published>2004-11-01T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T22:09:01.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok. here i am, yet again, in the same 'rotting away' position. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dang. i want a life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean, yes, i know i rock in Star Wars Jedi Academy (ha.ha), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and many people would love to be in my place, (ha.ha.ha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I FIND NO JOY STARING INTO A XBOX ALL DAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; -screams-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aw, just die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i watched america's next top model yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it isn't that interesting, but name me something that is do-able at 2230.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no one nice is online, so i may as well just glue my eyeballs to the tube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna go NZ quick O.K&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my patience is running low and im gonna flare soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;liews...3 FREAKIN' WEEKS MORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i am insane. i really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im meeting dory online at 9 tonight. we have a date! not les, u idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i shall go play jedi academy now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lame out, people of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109937574175437533?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109937574175437533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109937574175437533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109937574175437533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109937574175437533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109928433060111743</id><published>2004-10-31T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T20:45:30.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;what am i gonna be when i grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hmm...i wonder. it's such a tough question, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; i wanted to be a doctor when i was like in kindergaten. then in P5 and P6. i never really thought about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; and there was a time i wanted to be a forensic scientist. you know, like the people in CSI miami? i think i watched to many serials of it already. but in singapore, is there any very puzzling murder cases where the CIA agents hafta go back into the past to take a look at what happened? sigh...so not. singapore dont have many interesting murder cases, do they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;and then the thought of becoming a fashion designer struck me. hey...im still pondering on it, you know. i think it would be cool, but it's a very risky business and you must always think of new fashion ideas. hah. i might make it B.I.G for all you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;how about a fashion consultant? i can match clothes well and i think they are lotsa fashion disasters out there that needs my help. hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;or should i become a journalist writing for the Life! section like Sumiko Tan or a news caster? then u can see my b-e-a-utiful face every day. i like writing...maybe a journalist is good for me. but its a hectic life people. the school sent me for the Straits Times Media Club last year, and boy, it rocked. we were the FIRST bunch of people that visited the new Lory Enclosure in the Bird Park. ( yea, we entered for free and we got a whole bunch of exclusive birds postcards.) and we interviewed the Acting Minister for Education-Mr-Tharman Shamugeratnum. (how to spell???) yep... the balding indian guy you always see on the news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;it's a difficult world im living in...sigh. life's full of decisions and i HATE it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109928433060111743?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109928433060111743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109928433060111743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109928433060111743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109928433060111743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-am-i-gonna-be-when-i-grow-up-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109912029346969035</id><published>2004-10-30T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T00:25:21.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ooooh...looks like the background is gone----- oh what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;who cares? im sick and tired of changing and changing and changing layouts....blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells...its nice here.&lt;br /&gt;2a is cool...uh huh. WE WON PRACTICALLY EVERYTHING, right?&lt;br /&gt;heehee. oh! lookie my doodleboard! Flooder of All Tagboard is.....BACK!&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this stupid thing just came into my mind:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;i wrote&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this to&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this to take&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this to take up&lt;br /&gt;i wrote thsi to take up space&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this to take up space and&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this to take up space and waste&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this to take up space and waste ink&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this to take up space and waste ink and&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this to take up space and waste ink and to&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this to take up space and waste ink and to irritate&lt;br /&gt;i wrote this to take up space and waste ink and to irritate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;okok...i admit that i added the 'irritate you' part, coz i was getting irritated with all that typing.&lt;br /&gt;and to think we wrote that in the autographs bk in pri school.&lt;br /&gt;hmm...msn got problem...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;have a fun saturday, free from stress and guy/gal friend problems...hahah.&lt;br /&gt;tatas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;i am&lt;br /&gt;i am going&lt;br /&gt;i am going to&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make you&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make you very&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make you very very&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make you very very very&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make you very very very irritated&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make you very very very irritated with&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make you very very very irritated with all&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make you very very very irritated with all the&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make you very very very irritated with all the very&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make you very very very irritated with all the very very&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make you very very very irritated with all the very very verys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109912029346969035?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109912029346969035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109912029346969035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109912029346969035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109912029346969035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/10/ooooh.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109893834505729183</id><published>2004-10-27T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T21:44:03.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. just make The Internet invinvible. i mean, puh-lease. with so many 'my internet is down', isn't it as good as not even having a connection???The Flooder of All Tagboard's internet is down. She's dory, by the way. So moan!!! moan for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BY THE WAY::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2A 2004 ROCKS OUR STINKING SOCKS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-best class award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-third in tile painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-third in online quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-third in Chinese New Year decoration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-Gold, Silver, Bronze in SMS competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- 27 out of 39 students were prize winners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-class of top students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-united we stand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-chose class for feedback form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-top students in EOY from 2A!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-almost all going to TRIPLE SCIENCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BEAT THAT PPL, BEAT THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;( i have hence proven my point-that 2a rocks.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109893834505729183?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109893834505729183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109893834505729183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109893834505729183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109893834505729183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/10/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109870982439531688</id><published>2004-10-25T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T06:12:57.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;TOP 10 CHANGES I WOULD MAKE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;create zippers for big mouths like* *. YOU know who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;make world peace COMPULSORY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ban deforestation. who cares? no paper, no homework. you care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;make me president. whee. seriously, you wont' regret it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;make movie marathons on a weekly basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;point a gun at the greatest wizard in the world, and command him to make a TRUTH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;POTION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;make the price of good books cheaper. so i can buy MOST of them with my savings. do you know how many books Tamora Pierce has written???? and i only read ONE pathetic series. *sobs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;make celebrities be treated like any other people. *grins* eviL~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;force ALL the guys create a blog, or else...*evil laugh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;make sibling rivalry an okay thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109870982439531688?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109870982439531688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109870982439531688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109870982439531688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109870982439531688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/10/top-10-changes-i-would-make-create.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109851481789081104</id><published>2004-10-22T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T00:00:17.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I, Robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Three Laws of Robotics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A robot must not injure a human being, or allow a human being to come to harm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A robot must obey  the orders given by human beings unless they conflict with the First Law&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A robot must protect itself so long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A human being is a soft, weak creature. It needs constant supplies of air, water and food; it has to spend a third of its life asleep, ans it can't work if the temperarure is too hot or too cold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But a robot is made of strong metal. It uses electrical energy directly, never sleeps, and can work in any temperature. It is stronger, more efficient - and sometimes more human being than human beings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109851481789081104?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109851481789081104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109851481789081104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109851481789081104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109851481789081104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-robot-three-laws-of-robotics-robot.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109843014620462119</id><published>2004-10-22T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T00:29:06.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s -it's not a fad to change 4 different layouts in a week.&lt;br /&gt;html screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;bear with this temporary(disgusting) one first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;CHANNEL 5 -  5 DIFFERENT SHOW REVIEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;America's Next Top Model :: 9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can't deny the fact that it's a great show can you? Finally, something original....MODELLING SHOW! what can be better? It is just plain interesting and addictive. You get to see models catwalk, parade around, flaunt thoer beauties around and get insulted by major fashion designers and directors (ouch!). But the best part that will keep you at the edge of your seat is the part where they elimlinate people. Ahhh....it's really a change from the other shows. The point that prevented this show from getting full marks is that it isn't a Singapore production, and it just keep dragging on and on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Singapore Idol :: 8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Wannabe judges. Talented contestants. The typical wild crowd. You got it all. Dick Lee giving boring and unoriginal comments like ' I feel like vomitting.' and 'My ears hurt.' , not forgetting Florence Lian's 'The moment you started singing. I thought of Wayang." and " I have to agree with Dick Lee" (no own opinions ah) The 2 other judges are perfectly all right. (hee...biase) Other than the judges, it's a great show. It really showcase the Singapore talent. Who says Singapore is only concern about education? A great 1 hour show that will definitely glue you to the tube. Go Olinda! Go Tauffick! Dance up a storm! Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Extreme Gourmet :: 6/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touring the world forcing down various 'delicacies'. the food that they eat is so anticipated-animals' private parts, insect larvae, eyeballs, cocoon, wasabi. Basically the stuff you find in 'Fear Factor'.Getting to the 'Fear Factor' part. Don't you think that this is such a copycat show? It's so obviously trying to be another one of those shows where you eat out-of-this-world food to amuse people. The only difference is that the people (forget names) don't have to finish all the food.(i think) They still get paid for playing a part in this show, don't they? so the money part is excluded. I'll give it a pass, considering the fact that audiences go gaga over one major hottie in the show-jeremy?jason?jonathan? THE GUY THAT LOOKS LIKE UTT!!! ( can't remember!!!!) ah wells...they tried hard too and their reactions are funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Swan :: 6.5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty show that is obviously trying to copy the ever-so-original, 'Extreme Makeover'. The good thing is this show don't drag on and on, only concentrating on 2 particular people. It's different people every episode. And, the contestants get to take part in a beauty pageant! is that cool or what? I don't mind 'The Swan' after all since it changes people lives. But...hmmm....have u ever wonder how long the beauty would last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Style Doctors :: 4/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Big deal. Isn't this the same as 'The Swan' and 'Exreme Makeover' ? (excluding the fact abt the plastic surgery thing) I mean, it' s like...fake.copycat.boring. unoriginal. The female host is pretty but the guy host is so..um...ugly? (yes yes...out of point) I don't know if i'm biase or what, but STOP TRYING TOO HARD, CHANNEL 5!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109843014620462119?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109843014620462119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109843014620462119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109843014620462119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109843014620462119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/10/p.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109826261575754319</id><published>2004-10-20T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T02:02:02.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOP 10 THINGS I'M HAPPY ABOUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aka rejoice in the lord-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. at least i didn't fail any subjects...AT LEAST.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. 30 more days to NZ and counting down. (wahoo.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. got the 6th book of 'The Princess Diaries'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. i didn't lose my phone-when i almost fainted when i thought i did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5. the band forgot to off the air con in the band room, and according to naomi, the instruments will contract and they will sound funny. can't wait to hear their next performance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6. hey...lucky the world isn't squared. or else america wouldn't be discovered and life wouldn't be interesting anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;7. and thanks to the world being round, NZ was discovered and...HAHAHAH...-long winded- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;8. I FINALLY GOT THE FREAKIN' HTML FOR MY BLOG, RIGHT!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;9. am getting allowance in _ days time. nyah nyah nyah...shan't tell you! *sticks out tongue*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;10. my brother's 3 day PSLE marking hols is finally.....ENDING! wahahahahahahahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109826261575754319?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109826261575754319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109826261575754319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109826261575754319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109826261575754319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/10/top-10-things-im-happy-aboutaka.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109817619517915180</id><published>2004-10-19T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T01:56:35.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*testing font colour*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109817619517915180?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109817619517915180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109817619517915180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109817619517915180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109817619517915180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/10/testing-font-colour.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109816876291101131</id><published>2004-10-18T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T01:54:28.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOP 10 THINGS I'M NOT HAPPY ABOUT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aka complaint hut-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1. you know, there are so many nice things out there, AND I'M BROKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2. argh...the waiting for the results...the torture...the pain....the guilt...*faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;3.having to even choose this disgusting layout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;4. ok. it's the 19 of october. i HAVE to wait ONE more month (30 days) before i can go new zealand.wait.it's the 18th. darn. 1 month and 1 day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;5. my weekly allowance? um...hello? what's wrong with monthly allowance??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;6. quit bugging me brother. *kicks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;7. HUH??? piano????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;8. can't...log...on...to...vital..sign...dot...com....noooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;9. broke to afford the new star wars battlefront xbox game. liews...so unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;10. why must the world be round? then i can't go to the ends of world. get it? END of the world? lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109816876291101131?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109816876291101131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109816876291101131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109816876291101131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109816876291101131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/10/top-10-things-im-not-happy-aboutaka.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109809275286014181</id><published>2004-10-18T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T02:50:23.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;lizclaibornetiffany&amp;amp;co&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BRANDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zaraguessripcurl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; e, youngsters, without fail, always shop shop and SHOP. The stuff we buy over the years changes and well, the brand changes too. Rather, we have become more materialistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; n primary school, who's brand conscious? I mean, no one carries Roxy stuff, OP stuff or Billabong stuff. It's either cheap-o bags or cartoon characters. eg: powepuff girls, looney toons or sailormoon. Can't deny the fact that you once carry those, can you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; nfluence and peer pressure played a big part in growing up. In secondary school it's, *takes a deep breath*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;adidas,nike,puma,reebok,asics,voodoo dolls,ripcurl,quiksilver,roxy,ocean pacific,billabong. And for the rich and the wealthy, most probably *takes another deep breath* burberry, louis vuitton, gucci, chanel,prada,versace. Hey, I said PROBABLY, not ALL. Think about what bag you are carrying now, and whether you yearn for a more expensive and branded one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; ver heard this phrase "Beauty is skin deep." ? I can't say that I really believe this statement, but there is still SOME truth in it, isn't there? Even though you are totally loaded, and owns the most expensive Chanel evening gown, if your attitude totally sucks, wouldn't people call you 'arrogant' , 'act rich' or 'filthy rich' ? I think by then, you would have created a barrier between your friends and you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; owever, if you really are beautiful inside, you WOULD be popular too. Popular in a different way though. Instead of being known for your money, you would be known for your kindness, helpfulness and love. And that would make you popular, wouldn't it? People have you to cry on, have you to comfort them...and...you ARE really vey beautiful. Who cares about how fat and ugly you are when they are depressed and need help? To summarize this whole paragraph, you would be popular for your ATITTUDE. Uh-huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; UT....case 2: You are fat and ugly, but have a heart of gold. A glamorous rich lady with a sucky atittude stands next to you. Both of you are applying for a job. Obviously, the first impression of the glam lady would be better than you.And the chances of her getting employed over you higher. I mean, this has something to do with psychology, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; aving branded stuff make you look 'In'. But, like I said, it has something to do with psychology. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can't deny the fact that I'm also a little brand conscious. But I dare to admit that i don't go overboard. Not every little nitty gritty I own has to be branded. eg.slippers ((: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; shan't say anymore in case it offends people who think otherwise. (no offence!) But think about this people-does owning branded stuff make you look GOOD? I refer to the deeper meaning of GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; eriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109809275286014181?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109809275286014181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109809275286014181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109809275286014181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109809275286014181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/10/lizclaibornetiffanyco.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109789612141352521</id><published>2004-10-15T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T23:22:00.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTACK OF THE CLONES-IS MOVIE TURNING INTO REALITY??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; ver watched the show 'Star Wars-Attack of the Clones' ? The movie that hit the US no. 1 box office eons ago. It seemed fascinating to those hard core Star Wars fans like you(?) and me, but in reality it's no freaking joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; e have been informed by the public that look-alikes HAVE and is still roaming the streets. And we, the press have decided to check.it.out. We arrived at the crime scene and boy, were we overwhelmed. PAIRS of people flood the streets. The shocked ones ran around screaming hysterically-" Is judgement day coming?!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; ey, we bumped into our sec 2 maths teacher. And we immediately spotted a clone of him. I squinted my eyes at that puny guy next to him, his name tag read - H-O-S-E-A. Now this is news. How can my ex-ever-so-irritating-who-likes-my-best-friend-classmate, look like my maths teacher? Is this world turning tpsoy-trvuy, or what? (what.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;olice have already addressed this appalling issue. Cracking their brains to find out who the mastermind of the dreaded CLONE MACHINE *shivers* is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt;he current suspects have been listed down and are as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Hosea. (in a fevor attempt to raise his self-esteem)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Jack van Ripper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Frankenstein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Tinkerbell-Paris Hilton's chihuahua. ( man's best friend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Darth vader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Count Duku. (we apologise for any spelling error.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Anakin Skywalker. (isn't he supposed to turn to the dark side?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. YOU. (who knows)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; e would appreciate if you, the public assist us in this serious issue. (don't you want to feel special being the only YOU in the world?). Any witnesses please call the following number 6-blah-blah-blah or 8-blah-blah-blah. Your help would be gratefully appreciated and rewarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; hank You and Good Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*corny music plays and credits roll in*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109789612141352521?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109789612141352521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109789612141352521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109789612141352521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109789612141352521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/10/attack-of-clones-is-movie-turning-into.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109684698576868464</id><published>2004-10-03T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T16:43:05.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay. so here am i in music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;listening to mr chia blabbing about some announcement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anthem is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;devotion is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was trying to sneak in here ages ago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but miss reena prying around at every corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*shivers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could almost feel her eyeball slime on me....brrrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay. for those who is visiting my blog during moosik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tag please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i love to slack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when else can i slack anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bleah bleah bleah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheerios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shall carry on by watching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CARTOON VIOLENCE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY TREE FRIENDS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109684698576868464?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109684698576868464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109684698576868464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109684698576868464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109684698576868464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/10/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109662151704253499</id><published>2004-10-01T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T02:07:44.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today, was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first, there was a birthday shoutout organized by me and kookie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we planned it during assembly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess who's birthday it is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edmund AND Doreen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then, the whole class was like half dead or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sang in some zombie like tone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe the exam stuff are getting into us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then it was chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were scaring ourselves unnecessarily(whatever the spelling is).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we kept thinking that the paper was gonna be uber hard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was a teeny weeny itty bitty easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then came maths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;off to see hosea's clone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mr ho was teaching us how to calculate volume of sphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he showed us this plastic model of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sphere and cylinder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that sphere thingy had a hole in the centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was for you to fill it up with water, to calculate the volume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if you pour that water into the cylinder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it would be exactly 2/3 filled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you was yabbering on borrowing it home to try,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and threatening to give us another maths project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and nat bugged him to let us try it on the SPOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we hopped off to da loo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we played a trick on mr ho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we filled the cylinder to the brim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when we went back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i screamed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; " MISTER HO! YOU LIAR. IT'S NOT 2/3 FILLED!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then he said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; " I SAID FILL THE SPHERE!!! NOT THE CYLINDER!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(duh. we all know that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we cracked up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i stumbled outside, still laughing hysterically,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and poured the water in to the drainage(?) thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and mr ho accused me of flooding the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then i said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; " MISTER HO! WE WERE BLUFFING YOU." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and then he said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; " OBVIOUSLY I KNOW."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and then i muttered under my breath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; " YOU ARE NOT THAT SMART."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and nat went dover to take lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then we were overwhelmed by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STANLEY, CHERYL, PRIS, SERAPHINE,ISSAC, JEREMY,BENJAMIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take it easy, mcBAG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and stanley said that me and nat were lesbians going on a date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he accused kook and pris too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;idiot. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then kenneth ong came. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pris said she wanted tissue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so kook and i screamed at him for one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pris was so embarassed and she kept on laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kenneth ong walked away with hosea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we thought they were going to buy tissue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sadly, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so this ends my wonderful(?) friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rock on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109662151704253499?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109662151704253499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109662151704253499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109662151704253499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109662151704253499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-was-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109627877747910945</id><published>2004-09-27T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T02:52:57.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OFFICIALLY DEAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me why i haven't started studying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*screams*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GIVE ME STRENGTH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*drops dead*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109627877747910945?l=-twinkles-.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-7843377.post-109609296624489682</id><published>2004-09-24T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T23:16:06.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm...new layout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no comments on it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;changed it on impulse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wasted my time, but do i care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;exams is 2 weeks later and counting down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wish you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the person reading this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a very good luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and may you pull through the horrendous torture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and survive the aftermath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i sound so solemn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'm not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im VERY solemn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stupid exams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make me feel so shatty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;curses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109609296624489682?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109609296624489682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109609296624489682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109609296624489682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109609296624489682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109592850115338454</id><published>2004-09-23T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T01:35:01.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sneaks off from those freakin' textbooks and appears here*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*realised that i typed slower than before*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*realise that not updating blog is a complete social suicide*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*feels hands turning sore, even though volleyball happened hours ago*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*feels sick to the stomach thinking of the amount of revision i hafta do*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*groans at the thought of tuition*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*groans at da stupid porn link on tagboard*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*drinks slurpee and wets keyboard*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*curses as i wipe up mess*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sighs at the thought of gonna fail science*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*rolls at the thought of that stupid lifeskills project*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*thinks hard whether to do project under homo or teamwork*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*stomach turns pain from that slurpee*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*walks off to tell ppl i updated*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*cheers and rush off to loo*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109592850115338454?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109592850115338454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109592850115338454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109592850115338454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109592850115338454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/09/sneaks-off-from-those-freakin.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109532847131801317</id><published>2004-09-16T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T02:54:31.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think i can update anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i have to STUDY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha...so my status is officially &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AWAY or OFFLINE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not my fault. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seeya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109532847131801317?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109532847131801317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109532847131801317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109532847131801317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109532847131801317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-dont-think-i-can-update-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109506363633349880</id><published>2004-09-13T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T01:29:20.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DARN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yep. one angry person, alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oohhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this loo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ks like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a dagge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;r.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109506363633349880?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109506363633349880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109506363633349880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109506363633349880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109506363633349880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/09/heregoesdarndarndarndarndarndarndarnda_13.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109488718635733878</id><published>2004-09-10T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T00:19:46.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;street sales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DO NOT ask me to do it - ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeessssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we did it today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i paired up with lamba (chanel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then we went to some estate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was undergoing some upgrading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so the whole place was sooOOO messy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and at every flight of steps, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was this puddle of water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and poor me ALWAYS stepped into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;darn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, ya...knock doors lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ask ppl donate lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ppl give me black face lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i rolled my eyes lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually, some of them were quite nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they look at me then they say  "Donate lor."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the thing i can't stand is the ppl's black face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;liews...i asked u nicely, k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WHOLE THING WENT LIKE THIS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *knocks door*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after millions of knocking, with knuckles turning red...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr black face:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *opens dooor*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;mr black face:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *peers at me suspiciously*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *says speech in an innocent and sweet voice*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Good morning, would u like to donate to the Singapore Red Cross Society?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr black face:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *face turns blacker*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr black face:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  HUH? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *repeats speech*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr black face:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *gets angry and irritated but can't yell at him*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *in a loud and bo song voice* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO WOULD YOU LIKE TO DONATE?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr black face:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *scratches armpits* (yes. he didnt wear a shirt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *smiles pretentiously and curses him quietly*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr black face:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sorry. dont want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*slams door*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *glares at the closed door and pray that the door falls on him*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *stalks off and curses more*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-The End-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story 2::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *peers in at window and see topless indian guy watching bollywood*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(why are they always shirtless?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *knocks on door and screams* EXCUSE ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;indian guy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *opens door with his friend* yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *says speech*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;indian guy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; okay. *took the booklet*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *feels happy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;indian guy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where do you live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *being wary of stranger and lies* somewhere near here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*of course i very bo song.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then after filling in the particulars,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he handed the thing back to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;indian guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : we are like your brothers ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *screams* HUH????! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;indian guy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*slams door*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-The End-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after living the endless nightmares of THOSE ppl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i sold all my 3 booklets and live happily ever after..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-The Beginning-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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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-7843377.post-109479544099937481</id><published>2004-09-09T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T22:50:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;duncha just love me blog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yes you do, yes you do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*soaks in the compliments*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CONCLUSION: I'm bored. very.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i dun have any interesting conversation to put up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where have the family of crap gone??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do they only appear in the night????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh. unfortunately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just scared the crap out of my tuition buddies last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;told them the story abt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'THOK THOK THOK"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol. family of crap shld noe this well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then my teacher REFUSED to listen to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she shut her ears and kept calling my name, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when she caught me telling it to my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even though, after lessons ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i painfully climbed up the stairs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(my tuition centre has 2 stories)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to look for her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she took a vaccum cleaner and threatened me to stop it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol. at least i think she was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why? i asked her. why dun u wanna listen to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her answer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOT IN CHINESE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yadda yadda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yea yea..chinese tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its her lost anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then during lesson,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was complaining abt the other day, in the same room,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; the door suddenly slammed shut without reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then immediately, the door slammed shut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was scared to her freakin' crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beware, ppl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beware of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THOK THOK THOK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's been haunting me all week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy ghosting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and call the ghostbusters if ya need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may they be with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109479544099937481?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109479544099937481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109479544099937481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109479544099937481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109479544099937481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/09/duncha-just-love-me-blogoh-yes-you-do.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109456654463398291</id><published>2004-09-07T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T07:44:54.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with Liker of bLISS </title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;the following conversation was with hosea a.k.a liker of bLISS. hahaha. im the one with the prince nick. and before you read this, you gotta read my previous post to understand some parts. you will find out some stuff that he admitted and how i bullied him in p5. lol. i've censored some parts in case kiddies out there like you stumbles across it. lol.  enjoy, and take note of that sweet poem in the midst of the con. enjoy~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo bo ho so MISTER HO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;please don't associate me with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;visit mah blog, mister ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visted liao edmund girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ur bro is MaD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT EDMUND"S GIRL, MISTER HO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's matchmake our siblings....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edmun'ds girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEW....no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how old is ur bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna call u my bro in law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW OLD IS UR BRO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours? 78 ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis is pri 5 also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good class ah...5f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask him bash ur sis up...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what class ur sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my sis 5a...noob clas...5b rocks..=)..lol so long liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5a lousy class? 5f em1 class seh...what's ur sis name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pls la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Honey Choo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;honEy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds like shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha....then waht is ur sisters name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH..atalia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athalia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athalia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like nathaniel leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sounds like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wadeva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hu cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur bro is pri 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesssss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and still talk abt FART GEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH IS THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;omG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i like childish peepx...same kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u shuttup abt my bro, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u are no better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okokokokokokok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my sis is a pain in the buTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth my blog cannot publish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bcos u are a pain in the ASS in p5,remember, ASSHOLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not a pain in the ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more like u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going ard telling me "Welcome to looser land,poupulation 1, you!"...summore got action wan...wah..pei fu pei fu arh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah....too bad i can't show u now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh pls no thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh....*does it in mirror and to brother*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still got anotehr wan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the looser mrorn dunnoe what whatever thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loser loser wierdo moron WHATEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;painful memories..ahhh...agonising..aggggh...pity and sympathise with this poor soul...Ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i always kicked ya flabby behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks abt it* FLABBY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my butt is not falbby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i mean flabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falbby...u have a faLbby behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall post that in my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typo la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i shall and i will post this con on my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one look,&lt;br /&gt;one sigh,&lt;br /&gt;one smile,&lt;br /&gt;one kiss.&lt;br /&gt;one you,&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one her,&lt;br /&gt;BLISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hu said that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u said it not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall retype that. since its gonna be on my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOSEA LOVES BLISS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one look,&lt;br /&gt;one sigh,&lt;br /&gt;one smile,&lt;br /&gt;one kiss.&lt;br /&gt;one love,&lt;br /&gt;one you,&lt;br /&gt;one her,&lt;br /&gt;BLISSx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'mon ass, tell the world u like bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T AND I AM NOT AN ASS! ASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u said u were in p5....how can u deny it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I DO NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall censor that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad liker of bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS CARISSA SN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hosea BLISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and do u have to link me as BIG EARS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosea BLISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosea BLISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u want liker of bliss ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies. no prob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh?? can't hear u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[`cølourbliñd®] / if only you knew says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someday my prince will come. he just took a wrong turn, got lost and is too stubborn to ask for directions. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109456654463398291?l=-twinkles-.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-7843377.post-109456454889211366</id><published>2004-09-07T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T06:42:28.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My brother is avoiding me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;due to my &lt;strong&gt;aura of fart&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so as he says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he is mentioning something abt &lt;strong&gt;'fart proof gel'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now he is running out of &lt;strong&gt;'fart proof gel'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and is dying at my pretty feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he can only withstand my aura of fart for a minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more bull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall typed what he just said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" You just let go another truckload of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fart. And now, it stinks so much that if i jumped into a pool of fart proof gel, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it wouldn't be enough."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me about brothers who are spelled as &lt;strong&gt;BOTHERS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me abt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now folks, you are gonna witness the gory murder of my brudda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as i atttempt to silence him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;excuse me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*evil laugh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cya Nathaniel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll miss you craps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*background screams*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*more evil laughter*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*thumps of corpse onto floor*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*even more evil laughter*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this ends the tale of my ever-so-lovely brother..Nathaniel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy yourself, folks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-The End-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109456454889211366?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109456454889211366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109456454889211366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109456454889211366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109456454889211366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-brother-is-avoiding-me-due-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109456293358375727</id><published>2004-09-07T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T06:15:33.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOST THAT CRAP FAMILY'S CONVERSATION!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*cries and screams*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE WERE SO CRAPPY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for this, to all my fellow crappers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomorrow at 5, go online?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rely me hor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i so badly want a con to be posted here....((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109456293358375727?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109456293358375727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109456293358375727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109456293358375727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109456293358375727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-lost-that-crap-familys-conversation.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109446397374825853</id><published>2004-09-06T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T02:46:13.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;study skills,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;discover &amp; conquer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whatever you may call it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;big time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha...actually not really that bad la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's just that i have no other words to describe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we played some balloon game there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so scared that that freaking purple ballon might burst&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right in my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it didn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now...let's drop the subject of studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let's talk about what i want to do in my december holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha...planning ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well...here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. go to a nice winter wonderland and take nice photos there to make you jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. do some serious shopping to spent my accummulated money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. take nice, pretty neoprints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. learn how to play the freakin' thing called TENNIS and thrash you in it during PE next year. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. learn how to BOWL properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. polish my skills on xbox games that i've laid off for weeks. i'm getting rusty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. maybe i'll try cooking some new dishes..and hopefully you'll get poison. evil~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. buy new and interesting books by authors i haven't heard of, but recommended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. go out and enjoy myself  and forget everything i learnt in sec2. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. do all these stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why am i talking abt these??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coz im totally stripped of my free time this sept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bz now. (you see??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seeyou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109446397374825853?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109446397374825853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109446397374825853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109446397374825853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109446397374825853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/09/study-skillsdiscover-conquerwhatever.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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-7843377.post-109428317958508751</id><published>2004-09-04T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T00:32:59.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shall tag for the sake of tagging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to avoid ppl from bugging me ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*hint hint*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today i went to east coast park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some red cross outing thingy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yea..so we went there and then we almost died&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coz the chairman announced that there was PT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(physical training)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whee...we were so excited *sarcasm*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we did pumping on there rocky sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;man...was is pain or what??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally, torture hour ended...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAMES!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then we played tug-0-war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then we were so strong....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the rope broke twice-literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or maybe the rope is made of some  cheop-o brown stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOWLING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my bliddy lane had a prob,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so my group started late...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while the rest were like at game 5 already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shucks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no strikes for me today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only gutters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since we started late,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we also ended late. right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so my team was the only ones left there when the rest when back to the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I instigated my team members to play slower...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;purposely want to make the others wait for us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so mean, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we finally finished the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our chairwoman got too impatient and helped us finished the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we followed her back and we played &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOLLEYBALL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got sand all over my face and into my pretty mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*spits out sand*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my team won...as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bcos of me mah! ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey! stop rolling your eyes and saying 'whatever'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i manage to score the winning point!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then, the game ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and my friend went and sun tanned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;man...it was scorching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha...i want to become tanner....((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we went to 7-11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yadda yadda yadda....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we went back to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im tired...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye humans,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7843377-109428317958508751?l=-twinkles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/feeds/109428317958508751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7843377&amp;postID=109428317958508751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109428317958508751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7843377/posts/default/109428317958508751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-twinkles-.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-shall-tag-for-sake-of-taggingand-to.html' title=''/><author><name>carissa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09831154603804448735</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>
