<?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-6585474</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:55:40.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sponges forever</title><subtitle type='html'>this is a spongey sponge blog for my spongebob family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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src="http://images.kodakgallery.com/photos1330/1/91/30/76/27/1/127763091106_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;obstacles family rocks !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-112265825068308385?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112265825068308385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=112265825068308385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/112265825068308385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/112265825068308385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2005/07/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585474.post-112265705564790925</id><published>2005-07-30T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T01:10:55.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today we celebrated racial harmony day ! so fun. wore the saree that i bought with saree and i realised about ten people had the same as ours. stupid right, but oh well. wen xin actually used the extra piece of cloth to tie as a tube and she got scolded pretty badly. we went to the hall to continue watching the show. the ending was pretty sad and as usual claire and i cried again. cos the boy died. we are people with lots of emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;this morning i wore house tee pe shorts and my slippers to school. and everyone was like staring at me cos its against school rules. apparently after school when we were all going down in our shirt and shorts and slippers, mr tay saw us. he was having a.maths remedial opposite lar. and the rest of them in home shorts. oh hoho. he's so freaky. that look i got damn scared i tell you. we had tonnes of fun in j8 ! gossiping, eating and laughing and making a whole lot of noise. hmmm. so fun today ! so fun so fun so fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;dhivya was trying to tell us this story and trix kept interrupting, so dhivya knocked trix's head into the wall behind accidentally and there was this loud bop sound. so funny. we laughed for so long because of that. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;on my way home, i was reading that book "my voice" i cried on the bus lar. its notes and stuff written by singaporean kids about the pain and suffering they are going through in their life. all the worries and stuff. i read this one where the note was written to her father, was so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;tomorrow i'm going for the yoga class thing with mummy and sandra and her mum. whee. so fun. afternoon i'm meeting alicia to return her house of wax and also pass her the birthday present which is so nice lar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-112265705564790925?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/112265705564790925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=112265705564790925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/112265705564790925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585474.post-110024921455387557</id><published>2004-11-12T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T16:46:54.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee. i'm excited / going for NCO camp on tuesday. one can make new friends and two. can do special stuff we don't get to do normally. yay. and i'm going to thailand tomorrow morning. can buy pearl and weili nice birthday presents !! quite sad that i'm not going to the party today. but nvm lar. wonder if many people are going ? or if it'll be fun ?? heehee/ &lt;P&gt;today is a quite fun day. ching hong is not stinkee and silin is funee. lolx so amusing and i'm playee. so lame. i'm bad at conducting. &lt;P&gt;there are only two types of songs. good songs and bad songs. good songs leave a lasting impression either cos they have a really catchy tune like accidentally in love or because they have really meaningful lyrics like welcome to my life. whee. i like it ! the other kind of songs are the useless ones that get you addicted to it but it doesn't have any meaning. like britney's new songs .. tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;do people sometimes feel left out ?? sometimes its weird. like everyone else is great friends except you. and they share inside jokes and they seriously don't want to share. maybe trix and i are like that too. but we try to explain stuff to people .. sighs. sometimes life can be so cruel. well who cares . i'm going to thailand to shop and they aren't muah haha. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-110024921455387557?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/110024921455387557/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho. i haven't blogged in a very VERY very long time . yupps. i watched TAXI last night cos keane gave me movie premier tickets. its quite good cos its hilarious and all but at the end of the show we couldn't really remember what happened cos it was just dumb. &lt;P&gt;whoo yippee. i'm going to thailand on saturday !! can go and shop for clothes shoes ! bags !! hahas . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109999131658967266?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109999131658967266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109999131658967266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109781001871500742?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109781001871500742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109781001871500742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109781001871500742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109781001871500742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/10/hmmms.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109775670157961457</id><published>2004-10-14T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T20:25:01.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh. heh went out with trix the lizard today. this is gonna be my new name for her. bought a new bag. yayness. its so nice. tomorrow i have to go with her to her dental. shall go pluck my eyebrows in some shop there tomorrow. yupp and i'm gonna watch mamma mia with my sister ! can't wait. seriously. and today when we were going home. we met pearl and el and wanling on the bus. guess who they were with ?? . u guessed it. derrick ! and guess who HE was with ?? that scary stalker. lolx. so amusing. hope trix is feeling alright now. &lt;P&gt;we went to eat coffee club today. quite yummy. i ate some mushrooms and spinach lasagne. don't know if there was supposed to be spinach inside. but it was nice. poor trix sacrificed cos there was only one set left. yay and i drank some peach garden tea thing. at first it tasted very nice when it was quite bland but after awhile it started gettinig thicker and thicker and it started to become bleah. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109775670157961457?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109775670157961457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109775670157961457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109775670157961457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109775670157961457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/10/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109759677699832256</id><published>2004-10-12T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T00:00:24.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sighs. i realise that liking someone is no use. especially when that person probably doesn't know you even exist. just wasting my time. wasting every second of my time thinking about you. wasting those sleepless nights, bus rides and just every single dead brain cell. just whats up anyway. guess i'm just a dumb kid trying to have fun. whats the point when that freakin person is gonna like someone else. just no use . no use no use. i'll just go knock my head against something. &lt;P&gt;people say that u will get whatever you want as long as you pray hard enough and hope enough. well. that theory is quack. things don't work that way. the media is just trying to make us dream of unrealistic things. dream of things that won't happen . dream of miracles and dream of basically .... dreams. whats up with this whole world.&lt;P&gt;nothing makes sense anymore. physics doesn't make sense anymore. the more i think about it the more jumpy i get. i really don't wanna fail but i practicaly stared at the paper and it stared back at me. gonna mope about at home this whole week. &lt;P&gt;i'm never thinking about you again. u hurt me . it just hurts that i've been searching for you all this while and when i finally do, i find out the girl of your dreams ... &lt;P&gt;i guess. stuff like this happens all the time. i'll just move on and find someone better. all the best to you. &lt;s&gt;fuck u&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;SMASHMOUTH-whole lotta love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's like i told you before baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and what more could i say that by now you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;three little words are thrown around so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;that after awhile they begin to lose their touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;and you think that i'd come up with something better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;switch it up like i invented something clever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i don't know where to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;so maybe i'll just shut up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;cus i got nothing but a whole lotta love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;baby love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a whole lotta love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;baby love baby love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;could you be lovelier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a whole lotta love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;baby love baby love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;could you be lovelier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;for you i'd take off my shoes and my socks baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and watch you laugh as i walk across burning rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;but then i couldn't chase you everywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;and its all about the chase everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'd like to think that you would never make me do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but you know i'd do it if i had to prove it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i'd do it again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;you know i'd dummy up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;cos i got nothing but a whole lotta love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;could you be lovelier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;could i be luckier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so why was i so dumb &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;maybe we're living on mars &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and venus is too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;now i got nothin to lose nothin to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;could you be lovelier i don't know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i've seen a lot of things and nothing measures up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;they say that beauty goes no deeper than the skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know a certain girl they've never seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and when i see ya i just wanna get near ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;and i just wanna make it crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's like i told you before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i got nothin more for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but a whole lotta love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109759677699832256?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109759677699832256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109759677699832256' title='0 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addicted lar. just like to turn on the com. EXAMS are OVER .. O.V.E.R. yes ! they are. believe it or not. i'm kinda sad. cos my mind totally blanked out during the physics paper. think i'll juust fail with single digit marks or something . lolx. ah. i'm not going to school till next monday. need to go start collecting the 42 dollars for the malacca trip. &lt;P&gt;supposed to go to school in the morning but then my throat so pain and then had a slight fever so i decided to stay home. anyway. was supposed to go town with lijun and anna and claire. but i dunno why li jun suddenly told me at 1240 that the outing was cancelled. how sweet. then wanted to go join trix at her movie marathon but apparently she already left. so blah i'm stuck at home&lt;P&gt;decided to tan outside my house just now. cos the sun was so bright then i had this sudden urge to . hahas . shall go jogging later. i'm bored !! bored. like uh huh totally. lolx . &lt;P&gt;i'm so excited . trix and i are going shopping on thursday cos we don't need to go for tuition. yupp. we plan to stay out late. yay. go take neoprints finally. whoo hoo. &lt;P&gt;yesterday went to eat seoul garden with zi hui and ginnay and manjun. waah we ate like crazy. then laughed like crazy too. ginny's birthday so fun right !! yupp then we took neoprints. the first neoprint i've taken in like dunno how long already. hmmms . i cleared out my cupboard yesterday night too. now its quite empty. can go buy more new clothes. i'm thinking of changing my blog template again . yupps. so fun . &lt;P&gt;anyway talking about seoul garden. ginny and i wanted to go to the toilet then we followed the wrong sign and i opened the door to the stair case. and there was this guy behind us. luckily he was quite smart hurry up make a u turn and walk the other way. hahas . &lt;P&gt;everyone is saying i should be more lady like. aren't i lady like enough ?? huh .. i am what . anyway. and i should speak slower too if not no one will understand what i'm saying. hmmms . how do i be more lady like ??? think its so easy ?? naah. take things one step at a time ! yuppers. can't wait till thursday . finally one thursday in which i won't be spending at tuition !! yay. &lt;P&gt;al the best to those still having their exams !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109756623778634349?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109756623778634349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109756623778634349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109756623778634349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109756623778634349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/10/yay-im-back-to-blogging-again-before.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109636842563780468</id><published>2004-09-28T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T18:47:05.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was gossipping about some people and this person's girlfriend. i feel so evil. and was commenting once again about this stinky person's bag again. its like the third time already . i remember criticising it in my head the first time i saw her carrying it. that sounds very stupid but at least no one can hear me criticising or at least no one even knows i'm thinking stuff in this dumb brain of mind. sounds logical ? nah. &lt;P&gt;i realised i'm quite dao lar. ok not THAT dao but in a different way i guess. saw jason on the bus today and i didn't say hi which is so not like me cos i always like to acknowledge people's presence. ta da but think he doesn't recognise me too. like dunno how many donkey years never talk to him. &lt;P&gt;and i also realise that i can be very heck care. today we had bio test but i just couldn't be bothered to study. watched AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL. they are all so pretty !! yupps. esp yoanna. she has that exotic look. so ... NICE. i don't know how to express that look. kinda threw all my vocab things in the bin after that shit crap english exam last week. think chinese will be even worse. &lt;P&gt;i still feel like slacking. bleahx. but shall go be a mugger for the NEXT FEW DAYS. test results were quite ok guess i could do better but. thats ok &lt;P&gt;hooked onto this new song now . i mean its not new. but i'm hooked onto it. u get the point. hmmms. taste it by blue. and i like new found glory now. but their cover of the glory of tall is like . err. not that nice. &lt;P&gt;whoo. peirce people are amusing. yest went to thomson plaza and ate at BK. then i was telling tita about kwy's friend whose girlfriend is high maintenance. eh kwy is a nice way to spell your name . take note ok !! change your name stinky ! yes back to the point he was saying that the girl is very high maintenance and she's not pretty . and that her bf spends lots of money on her. girls shouldn't make the guy pay. cos you never know when one day the guy will turn around and tell u "hey i pay everything for you. you must have sex with me" lolx . i'm being realistic. this kinda of stuff really can happen right. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109636842563780468?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109636842563780468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109636842563780468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109636842563780468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109636842563780468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/09/was-gossipping-about-some-people-and.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109620697356739266</id><published>2004-09-26T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T21:56:13.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh. why everytime i type finish entries alreday the number of posts is still 68 ?? hmmms .. so weird. today so happy. had prize presentation then i got quite alot of prizes to take. lolx .. was quite fun and the juniors like cheering for me .. whee ... ok i shall go study chinese... SOON.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109620697356739266?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109620697356739266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109620697356739266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109620697356739266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109620697356739266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/09/eh.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109609031565524017</id><published>2004-09-25T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T13:31:55.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoo hoo. went to the BLUE concert yesterday !! was so NICE nice nice . they sang so many nice songs. although i didn't hear best in me and some songs i never even heard before it was damn good . the girl beside me was so excited then keep swinging her hands and keep hitting me. lolx. &lt;P&gt;the dancers ah. shake here shake there . lolx &lt;P&gt;during the concert was so fun but after the concert was even more err. exciting ? keane and i walked to macs. its like some very ulu way there . aiyah. he full of rubbish lar. then we like scaring each other about the trees but i think i was more scared. hmmm at macs guess who i saw ?? SAMUEL la la la . why is he not being scandalous but went out with all guys only. hmmph. nothing to tell chunlei about. can tell her how flirty he is. hahas. we just smile smile only lar. yupp think he looks nicer in uniform. tall and lanky people should wear long pants and polo shirt then look nice. hmmms . keane's friend so amusing. we thought he sent HIS GIRL home. [inside joke] but no. the both of them still come find us at macs when we finished eating already. so aiyah had to wait for them right. end up went to kfc and guess what they bought ? only one packet of fries. &lt;P&gt;yada yada. it was 1120 then had to go home already if not sure can't take bus already and i'm so not going to pay another 15 dollars to go home. then still must add midnight charge. all keane's fault ! hahas. and the best thing is samuel came to the same bus stop ok. hmmm lucky never take the same bus. if not that will be even more scary. yay 32 finally came then dudu take until some dunno where. then i change to 135. &lt;P&gt; the most spastic and stupid thing i could ever do was to take it in the WRONG DIRECTION. what the hell right. yah and i only realised it when i reached the end. stupid right *smacks head. yes . luckily daddy came to fetch me but he got lost too so i waited so long and reached home at 130. aiyah. shall never stay out late again in a place i'm not familiar with. hahas. luckily lijun was messaging me. then pei wo. but we kinda ran out of stuff to talk about.. hahas. so happy. lijun so nice ! &lt;P&gt;i have learnt my lesson already .. shall open my eyes on the bus. &lt;P&gt;eeks. trixie's mummy thinks that her and i are lesbians. omg ! all her fault for pulling me xia shui. messaging her tutor then go say she's messaging me. her mother wanted to see the message then she go off her phone eh. aargh. now her mother won't like me anymore. hahas .. waah this is such a long entry in such a long time. exams coming already. stress. need to mug but like not much mood cos only have like one week plus. then i still have a bio test on tueday. stupid thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109609031565524017?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109609031565524017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109609031565524017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109609031565524017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109609031565524017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/09/whoo-hoo.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109568326702008955</id><published>2004-09-20T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T20:27:47.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoo yeah. my com is fiannly 100% working. apart from not being able to properly upload stuff and receive files as well as use the A drive, i'm pretty much happy with what it can do now. compared to like a month ago ? whoo. my fingers are itchy. haven't blogged in a long time. yupp. i promised myself only to come online on wedensday after all those tests but i realised i couldn't resist the temptation of having an already on-ned computer staring at my face when i eat dinner. so la la la i'm here again.&lt;P&gt;lets see. the past few weeks have been kinda boring. ya da ya da yada. tuition is like ... bleah. and exams are coming. what a stink ! eww and there's like so NO TIME TO STUDY. damn the timetable. hmmms . el says derrick joined sunday chem classs. phew i didn't go for make up lesson this week. lolx.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109568326702008955?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109568326702008955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109568326702008955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109568326702008955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109568326702008955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/09/whoo-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109464439616139207</id><published>2004-09-08T19:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T19:53:16.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay !! the com is working now . played quite ok today but not as well as i can or as well as i expected to play . but hey. i finished my a.maths past year paper in band today. hmmms. saturday open house. whee. can go play. but i rather slack in band than go bring all those people around the school . yupp. i found this pants in my cupboard. its nice nice ! and i have a dental appointment on friday. wow its like the first time i'm going to a private dentist. she's quite nice and rolly polly and jolly// &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109464439616139207?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109464439616139207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109464439616139207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109464439616139207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109464439616139207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/09/yay-com-is-working-now_08.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109464432552934494</id><published>2004-09-08T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T19:52:05.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay !! the com is working now . played quite ok today but not as well as i can or as well as i expected to play . but hey. i finished my a.maths past year paper in band today. hmmms. saturday open house. whee. can go play. but i rather slack in band than go bring all those people around the school . yupp. i found this pants in my cupboard. its nice nice ! and i have a dental appointment on friday. wow its like the first time i'm going to a private dentist. she's quite nice and rolly polly and jolly// &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109464432552934494?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109464432552934494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109464432552934494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109464432552934494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109464432552934494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/09/yay-com-is-working-now.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109454157299775241</id><published>2004-09-07T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T15:19:32.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this com is seriously screwed again. darn ! i hate this life. i wanna rit and crumble into little thousand itsy bitsies ! i wanna blast this whole place apart till i'm the only one left standing ! can that ever happen. &lt;p&gt;i was thinking last night that if i died in a car crash. i'd just fall asleep and never wake up so that it'd be easier. hahas. yupp that would be nice. &lt;p&gt;watched this old show called "WICKED" today. i don't know whats so wicked about it. julia stiles was the lead but that was when she was really really young. and the girl who acted as ALEX MACK. remember that show ? acted as her younger sister. everything was so confusing. either the show was just crap or my mind is so jumbled up i can't think straight. i think i need chocolates . just a few. not too many. just a few chocs to make me feel better. &lt;p&gt;death is not an option, it is not a way to make problems go away. don't anyone ever think of it as one. yupp and whatever happens in your life, its cos U CHOSE IT. get that clear. never say you're poor. only broke cos broke is temporary and poor is ETERNAL. trust me. everything you wanted to change in your life is UP TO YOU ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109454157299775241?l=tattered-shoe.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-6585474.post-109453972757638171</id><published>2004-09-07T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T14:48:47.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow !! this old com has got it going on. yays ! its finally cured by my sister ! claps for her. anyway i've been bigging her a long time to get it cured. sigh got so so cheated. supposed to go obs and i got so excited about it then mrs lim comes along and says i have to go for the NCO pre camp thing. so i went to look for ms tan and toldher her i couldn't go for obs anymore. depressing. well i went and tried to make myself excited about not going for obs. yupp &lt;p&gt;the biggest surprise was that when nan and i were at that cca branch place i realised i didn't need to go or rather the irritating man told me i didn't need to go. so there. i made a complete fool of myself and wasted my chance to go obs. blah . this is bloody irritating but what can i do. dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;watched the stepford wives with my sis instead on monday cos it was too depressing to stay at home. it was OK... but not that great. don't really understand the whole thing but erisca made it seem SO SO SO nice. bleh. i'm so gonna kill her. yes and she didn't bring me to INDO to play ! hah. bet she's having tons of fun there. hope she buys us nice new stickers !! hmmm. was gonna call lijun yesterday and she. aiyaii. phone still isn't repaired i think so i couldn't get through. bleh. shall try calling her tonight. &lt;p&gt;still have to go for band tomorrow. thought i could skip it cos i would be at the pre camp thing. but apparently not. so guess i'll go and do my homework and stuff. everything feels not right now. like my muscles are tensed up . eck tried sleeping but they still feel funny. how how how ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109453972757638171?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109453972757638171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109453972757638171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109453972757638171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109453972757638171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/09/wow-this-old-com-has-got-it-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109335413509336432</id><published>2004-08-24T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T21:28:55.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today started out as a TOTALLY depressing day. i only wished i didn't have to think about it. the tests, the rest of the shit. went for dental and it was quite shitty. and felt like crap after that. one thing i looked forward to was going out with lijunners. yupp bio just totally sucked. i wanted to sleep throughout the test. but whatever i didn't. probably going to fail anyway. &lt;p&gt;went out with lijunners. feeling wuite bad not staying back to do the ranking thing./ sigh but i already planned things. and i bought claire and shar pervert's presents. i dunno what else to buy for shar eh. i bought something cute . was feeling quite depressed and me and lijun couldn't decide what to eat for lunch. she ate creamy chicken and i ate lasagne. hmmms her creamy chicken was totally CREAMY . i ate two strips and i felt like puking and she managed to eat half of it. *claps claps. &lt;p&gt;left my wallet on the bus today. what an idiot. how even more depressing. then i had to go all the way to outram park near lijun's house to collect it. yupp. at least i got it back. then i just called the woman who picked my wallet to thank her. hah she sounded really nice ! yay i think nice and honest people just make singapore such a nice place to live in . and horrible rollie pollie eyeball freakin shits should just go away. &lt;p&gt;dammit. life is starting to get sick and boring ! i really never thought i'd get sick of life. living life is the best thing in the world. and i used to think friends were the most important stuff. well friends nowadays are highly unlike what i used to think they were. but all the friends i took for granted for a long time are still there for me . i treasure all of them now . &lt;p&gt;tomorrow gonna key in all the CCA records. aargh . can play with nanthini again ! whee. can go visit other people's blogs !! yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109335413509336432?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109335413509336432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109335413509336432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109335413509336432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109335413509336432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/08/today-started-out-as-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109301559707368710</id><published>2004-08-20T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T23:26:37.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee. i'm a very happy girl today. and i will continue to be for the next hour or so till it becomes tomorrow. we did a really fantastic thing today. i'm not supposed to tell anyone else. so shhh... &lt;p&gt;watched ronald susilo's match that day. the thai was real good with his back hand stunts and falling all over the place. susilo was quite stinky but three thumbs up for the effort don't u agree. &lt;p&gt;and i watched li jiawei's match today with that china girl. wow. so pro ! maybe if she gets a GOLD for singapore , ronald and her can buy a new house, car and new pets and maids and stuff. haha&lt;p&gt;tomorrow we can go and admire our beautiful work of art and touch up on it. maybe by next week we can hang it up. *sheesh. hope no one got that great big hint. have tuition tomorrow. hahx. hope samuel comes so that we can make fun of chunlei again *oops. &lt;p&gt;i should work to become a more polite person ! yupp and mrs tan's back. so much better than &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;*ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;  yupp hope she feels tonnes better . listening to i believe now. and yes i believe we will get GOLD next year ! i must believe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585474.post-109283592008680861</id><published>2004-08-18T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T21:37:14.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. i think i make a damn bad leader. actually i wouldn't mind getting stripped of my post and let someone else do it. darn* &lt;p&gt;and the comments are just bloody&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;fuck you&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;damn.. like its not hard enough admitting to myself i made a mistake. u just have to rub it in and pull everyone into it. its my fault lar ok HAPPY ?? i really get so pissed at you. it was a bad idea to give u a chance. it was a bad idea to try to give u some responsibilities and all the more it was a bad idea even trying to think u were my friend. because you're just biased and freaked. and i don't trust u anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;everyone else at least understands a bit. everyone makes mistakes once in a while. one day when u make a BIG BOMBASTIC JI BA BOOM mistake, i will laugh at you till u roll on the floor &lt;p&gt;and for those who love to roll their eye balls. just continue rolling them ok.. because i don't really care about you anymore. i have other people to turn to now. i don't have to look at your dirty face. why don't u just roll them real quickly till they roll out of your sockets, onto the floor and till u can't find them anymore. muah haha. i sound really violent and scary but thats what i'm feeling now. i feel like killing a bunny . hahas . &lt;bunny&gt;&gt;-&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585474.post-109241458357435923</id><published>2004-08-14T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T00:29:43.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are no eternal friends, only common interest. thanks to all my friends who have brought color into the times i felt everything had gone into black and white. i never know when i might lose more of them, i never know when they'll backstab me. i also never know if they'll hate me for nothing. i just feel like thanking everyone for ever having been there. u helped me hold back the tears i ever felt like shedding when i felt hopeless and useless. i KNOW i'm not. and i'm not afraid of ANYTHING. i guess when u believe in your true friends, they'll bring wonders into your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6585474.post-109241426577507249</id><published>2004-08-14T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T00:24:25.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;i never knew things wouldn't turn out as i expected. i always thought that friendships lasted a lifetime. no matter through rain or shine, we'd always be together. like CLOUDS. whether or not it rained they are still in the sky. i guess its true when they say there are no eternal friends, only common interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;i wanna take off people's masks. they say one thing, they do another and the cycle repeats itself. over and over like the water cycle. never ending, a life long process. i find myself walking aimlessly down corridoors, through doors, and passing people by. i don't feel like saying hi. i don't feel like saying anything at all. i just want to pretend you don't exist, that you are just part of a dream, and you will disappear when i wake up.  the hurt. the pain i feel whenever you make me feel hurt. you don't even have to say anything, i feel it inside, like a silent msg u pass to me through unnoticeable waves that flow from you to me. why can't things go back to the way it was before ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;today we learnt to be more resilient, and it somehow connected with me, everything the woman said. sometimes i can't help it but cry, i feel everything has changed too quickly, too drastically. i was forced to change. forced to step out of who i was and become someone quite different although i was still the same. i changed from the noisy senseless me to someone who had to be responsible. it isn't easy, having to keep nothing from going wrong, making decisions sacrificing stuff i loved. yet it hurts when you all don't understand it actually isn't that glamorous being me after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;if i could, i'd put a padlock on time and never let things change again, i'd make things remain as they were before. i'd understand . i'd make sense of everyone's nonsense. i'd understand why they do the things they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;say i'm naive say i'm nice. say whatever u like. i don't hate any of you. but there's that stinging feeling down somewhere in there that tells me i can't make it through any of this. i must pull through. i must. and i will no matter what u say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;nothing ever went smoothly in this life. i know other people face problems too. yupp i'm not alone and i'm not the only one suffering in silence. they are just like me, keeping the pain hidden behind smiles and laughter. hiding from the world and ensuring no one finds out the stab we've endured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;the world may be unfair but at least GOD isn't blind, he blessed me with friends who care. who have faith in me. these people brought me all the courage i need. they brightened my life and made it a more exciting place to live in.&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/6585474-109241426577507249?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109241426577507249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109241426577507249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109241426577507249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109241426577507249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-never-knew-things-wouldnt-turn-out.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109222945093268571</id><published>2004-08-11T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T21:04:10.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man. haven't come online in a long time. singapore idol is totally hilarious. wow pam got this new watch for her birthday. the face is really nice like there are waves and all but i think it would look nicer if the strap was thicker. anyway.... been feeling quite stressed lately and i don't know why. sigh* things just never turn out the way i want them to. &lt;p&gt;i'm free saturday ! so chunlei ! we must go out !! whoo... and u can ask samuel to join us if u like. lolx contact me k if u see this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109222945093268571?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109222945093268571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109222945093268571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109222945093268571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109222945093268571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/08/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109171922606733493</id><published>2004-08-05T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T23:20:26.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee. i'm so excited about tomorrow . and there's spirited away later. i wanna watch. today anna lijun sindhu and i were pon-ning jogging. but me and lijun felt kinda guilty and we didn't wanna get tattle-taled on by our classmates s0 we went to jog the rest of the round lar. dumb right. i should be a good role model anyway. i'm never ever pon-ning again. and the fanatics saw me. haha&lt;P&gt;oh hoh. i got 21 for oral. what a miracle. and yu lao shi was announcing the chinese test marks. waah i got 55/60. dunno if i was dreaming or something. hahas . and erisca got 52 . whee&lt;P&gt;i'm so jealous lijun and erisca have tamagotchi !! who is gonna buy me ONE !! haha. &lt;P&gt;erisca has a dirty mind ! keep polluting us today on the way out of school. she seems so sweet and innocent in class. always have mags for us to read and sweets and stuff. but i never knew her mind was corrupted. she made my mind dirty today . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109171922606733493?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109171922606733493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109171922606733493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109171922606733493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109171922606733493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/08/whee_05.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109145849883123754</id><published>2004-08-02T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:54:58.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow! did so many quizzes. going crazy !&lt;p&gt;tsk* i wanna be popam too. hahas. i just invented that. hoho should i go that SJI thing ? i don't even know whats going on. shall ask el to come my house and pig out with us first then decide whether or not to go meet her wenning. lolx shall ask her more tomorrow and pester her bout that weiloong ! hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109145849883123754?l=tattered-shoe.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-6585474.post-109145836092677198</id><published>2004-08-02T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:52:40.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/coolcatcatherine/1059512927_deringeyes.jpg" border="0" alt="Your: Wondering eyes. Your not quite focused and your quite the day dreamer. Your a bit odd and as many say "Your head is in the clouds." "&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your: Wondering eyes. Your not quite focused and&lt;br&gt;your quite the day dreamer. Your a bit odd and&lt;br&gt;as many say "Your head is in the&lt;br&gt;clouds." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/coolcatcatherine/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20eyes%20do%20you%20have%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What type of eyes do you have?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109145836092677198?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109145836092677198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109145836092677198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109145836092677198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109145836092677198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/08/your-wondering-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109145790797727114</id><published>2004-08-02T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:45:07.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Punk! My kind of friend. You could care less what&lt;br /&gt;other ppl think of you. You want friends who&lt;br /&gt;like you for who you are and not what you have.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, sure, sometimes you stick fries up your&lt;br /&gt;nose, but thats ok. People love you because you&lt;br /&gt;crack them up immensly! Your amoung friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/prettyNpunk31636/quizzes/Are%20you%20one%20of%20the%20three%20P"&gt;Are you one of the three P's? (Punk/Prep/Poser)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&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/6585474-109145790797727114?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109145790797727114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109145790797727114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109145790797727114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109145790797727114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/08/punk-my-kind-of-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109145720288089835</id><published>2004-08-02T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:36:33.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> You're addicted to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crack!&lt;br /&gt;People addicted to crack tend to be a little more&lt;br /&gt;hyper then everyone else, not to mention broke&lt;br /&gt;too. But once your addicted to it, its hard to&lt;br /&gt;stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/m3rCuRy/quizzes/What%20are%20you%20addicted%20to?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What are you addicted to? (pics!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&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/6585474-109145720288089835?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109145720288089835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109145720288089835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109145720288089835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109145720288089835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/08/youre-addicted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109145717890838688</id><published>2004-08-02T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:32:58.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="You're Perfect ^^" src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1041991326_fPerfectGF.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which&lt;br /&gt;means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're&lt;br /&gt;the kind of chick that can hang out with your&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't&lt;br /&gt;care about presents or about going to fancy&lt;br /&gt;placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy&lt;br /&gt;being around your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&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/6585474-109145717890838688?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109145717890838688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109145717890838688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109145717890838688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109145717890838688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/08/perfect-youre-perfect-girlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109145692934677147</id><published>2004-08-02T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:28:49.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="HASH(0x8898e7c)" src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/ponygirl2008/1075256541_icsfp00012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congradulations! you are going to marry freddie&lt;br /&gt;prinze jr.!! Hes cute, loyal, funny, sweet...&lt;br /&gt;what more could you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ponygirl2008/quizzes/Which%20male%20celebrity%20are%20you%20going%20to%20marry?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Which male celebrity are you going to marry? (14 choices now!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&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/6585474-109145692934677147?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109145692934677147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109145692934677147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109145692934677147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109145692934677147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/08/congradulations-you-are-going-to-marry.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109144757355819554</id><published>2004-08-02T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T19:52:53.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho i feel damn evil. i should go and cleanse my soul later.  wash away all those sins but i can't tell anyone what bad stuff i did. no it shall remain a secret with me and the other leaders. anyway. i seriously think i have a bad personality. *tsk. &lt;p&gt;went to the kingswear place today to order band shirts. whoo ! we are officially like gonna change them to polo shirts but almost the same designs. cos she doesn't have any more stock for the colors we want and the rest are kind of *gross.  its just real exciting !! i can't wait to inform them on wednesday. yupp we're gonna INFORM the teachers not ask them for permission . basically, we have no choice but to do so because there IS no choice in the first place. have chinese test tomorrow and i already finished studying for it yesterday !! &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:yellow;"&gt;yesterday !! yesterday ok !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;yupp gonna go eat my FISHBALLS Now !! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109144757355819554?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109144757355819554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109144757355819554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109144757355819554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109144757355819554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/08/hoho-i-feel-damn-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109137414472545582</id><published>2004-08-01T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:29:04.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="goof" src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/ewanspaz/1070247557_ationsgoof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goof Off - Your ideal guy is the silly and wacky&lt;br /&gt;goof off. He's simply adorable in everything he&lt;br /&gt;does, wether it be cheesy pranks, stupid jokes,&lt;br /&gt;or just smiling. He holds an innocent and naive&lt;br /&gt;outlook on life.&lt;br /&gt;Turn ons: He's always upbeat so you'll never have&lt;br /&gt;to pick up the broken pieces of his heart.&lt;br /&gt;Turn offs: He doesn't know when to turn OFF the&lt;br /&gt;funny and can embarrass you or not understand&lt;br /&gt;when you need to seriously talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ewanspaz/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20ideal%20type%20of%20guy?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What is your ideal type of guy? (With Pictures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&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/6585474-109137414472545582?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109137414472545582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109137414472545582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109137414472545582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109137414472545582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/08/goof-off-your-ideal-guy-is-silly-and.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109137352179363645</id><published>2004-08-01T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:18:41.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh i remember what i wanna blog about ! i was gonna say that diana's song is so so so nice. i can't think of the word i was gonna use. yah was hearing the repeat of the top 20 countdown just now. yah i was listening out for DREAMS ok. tsk and it wasn't on the chart. pathetic*&lt;p&gt;yah i really think i'm very lucky yet i take everything around me for granted. i take my parents for granted. i take my belongings for granted. there are so many cases of sad kids out there. people's parents getting a divorce, getting abused. peer pressure till they smoke, take drugs and stuff. i'm fortunate to be with good friends who don't do stupid things that ruin their life. and my parents are great and my sis loves me a lot. so i should count my blessing every morning that i was given the chance to WAKE Up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109137352179363645?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109137352179363645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109137352179363645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109137352179363645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109137352179363645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/08/oh-i-remember-what-i-wanna-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109137286380895044</id><published>2004-08-01T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:07:43.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee. i added the songs part. studied my chinese today and the test is on tuesday ! pro right . anyway .. went to taka just now. wheex. was quite funny cos i was with my dad and mum. anyway ... &lt;p&gt;i wanna join ACS .. hehx. and tomorrow we shall continue with our gossips and planning "what to talk back" as quoted from some people .. haha. i'm evil but anyway. stupid tagboard has problem. hope it comes back soon. cos nicholas's tagboard also has prob. their whole page thing is just down lar. i don't wanna use that other one. .looks spastic. at least with tagboard i can choose the colors. hmmm. sucks. and there's this person what LOW wanna make friends with me on friendster. maybe i should change my picture. so many people wanting to be friends. &lt;p&gt;sigh why other people so popular ah. i'm like totally jealous. its quite unfair right. i can be pretty too !! yah and i think that FandS johnathon joined a.maths class. what he came out in seventeen. naah he looks the same as last time lar. totally not him in the mag. &lt;p&gt;i think people should not be so hypocritical. and why do some people like to pretend they like you when they 100% do not. i'm not that dumb so don't take me for a fool cos i take three sciences and thats mind boggling enuff. i don't need people wasting my time playing mind games. i'm smart enough to figure out that it was samuel's friend who was msg-ing me .. just sucks lar. the way everyone else is so niao' and is so fake &lt;b&gt;i'll take off your mask and wipe away your makeup to show the rest of the world what a bitch you are.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;blog and the world blogs with you. don't be such a bunch of sour grapes lar. cos we all really really wish u won't become anything. that you will shrink into an ant and i can squish you. hmms. &lt;p&gt;&lt;allign=centre&gt;be popular. see if i care. &lt;/b&gt; what ever lar. i just wanna be who i wanna be whether u like it or not. co stop being so &lt;s&gt;cynical&lt;/s&gt; and just live life&lt;p&gt;whoo. pearl and wanling are coming to pig out on friday. maybe we'll rent a VCD and just slack around. i'm so going to force them to wear red and white to my house. muah haha ! then we can sing national day songs too. lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109137286380895044?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109137286380895044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109137286380895044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109137286380895044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109137286380895044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/08/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109129398077016729</id><published>2004-08-01T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T01:13:00.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah did lots of updates to my blog. gonna include a family tree soon ! yeah .. hahas . anyway this is fun and its so late already ! i better go sleep have golf prac at 9 tomorrow in sentosa ! so exciting .. i can't wait to do my family tree. but i have to study ! aargh have chinese test on tuesday and have to do the cip stuff by wednesday and have emaths and chem common test on wednesday too. eekx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109129398077016729?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109129398077016729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109129398077016729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109129398077016729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109129398077016729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/08/yeah-did-lots-of-updates-to-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109120137078706858</id><published>2004-07-30T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T23:29:30.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoo hoo. so sorry meinu. but actually u should thank me. if not for me u wouldn't have been able to add kahwei u wouldn't have been able to chat with kahwei and wouldn't have been able to ask him for help and you wouldn't have got samuel to add u and you wouldn't have been able to know him better and so on and so on. so at least now we know he's not stinky and he doesn't have a stinky nick &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt; because,, stinky nick=stinky personality&lt;/span&gt; thanks god he's not . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109120137078706858?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109120137078706858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109120137078706858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109120137078706858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109120137078706858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/07/whoo-hoo.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109120108370856878</id><published>2004-07-30T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T23:24:43.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmms .. where shall i start ! its been so long since i blogged. been ? one week?! omg. i wanted to type entries so many times but was always too tired.&lt;p&gt;wednesday ! &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;had national track and field and the nat stadium. chs go steal our place ok. bleahx dumb samuel and gang .. anyway we were all cheering like crazy and stuff. me and jasimah kept booing their school. well, yuqin sasha aprie jasimah and fatima and i went to have lunch . lolx . so stupid we reached PS at one forty five so had to rush and rush. ended up buying long john take away. heh so stupid we sat at the road side opp. singapore recreation club to eat our lunch on the floor. waah some policemen in their car kept staring at us. hmmms . then ftm =) and i decided to go toilet . we had to walk down this long flight of glass steps to city link to the toilet was so freaky. i was so afreaid it would crack and we will smash to the ground and die. ftm was so afraid she will miss her step .. dum dum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;going back up was even worse! like we could see through the holes. eek! i so never wanna walk that way again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;we left like 215 tried to get cab to reach there by 230 cos we were supposed to be early lar. stupid at city hall how to get cab. by the time we reached the place was 240. whoops. like 3/4 the school was already there. tsk* &lt;p&gt;should have just eaten in the cab !.&lt;p&gt;wow me and jasimah were like cheering with all our lungs ! then our thoats were damn pain. we were going ard all the groups of people forcing them to cheer,&lt;p&gt;whee. then i saw hongwei waving flag at the side there. but didn't wanna say hi lar. cos jasimah with me. then she quite pissed with the SHORTS people .. lolx .&lt;p&gt;yeah still spray the hair yellow and gold.&lt;p&gt;woah the best thing that had to happen was that it RAINED.. aargh. got all wet and my shoes were soggy. eeks right . &lt;p&gt;whoo hoo. i almost lost my bag ! some dumb person go pass to someone. lucky was my small eyes lost teeth junior. heng sia and she waited so long to tell me . dum dum .. whee. went to eat dinner with trix and was like so smelly and dirty.luckily the rain washed our stickiness away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109120108370856878?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109120108370856878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109120108370856878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109120108370856878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109120108370856878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/07/hmmms.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109058182464111638</id><published>2004-07-23T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T19:23:44.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. i know lotsa people kinda hate me now. and i kinda know the reasons/ but some stuff just aren't controlled by me !! maybe no one will ever understand what it feels to be me. there's no point trying to explain it anyway. i wish i can be vindicated by you all. cos&amp;nbsp; i never did anything wrong to you in the first place. why can't people try to understand ? really !! i never meant for anything like this to happen. its a very dumb system i know. but what can i do ? if i were given the choice, i'd gladly not be in this position now. it hurts. like a million ant bites on one finger. that numbing feeling that will go away. but not yet. &lt;p&gt;anyway. think i'm a loser dm lar. think i'm too playful. i'm so disorganised. i forget stuff.. i'm like the worse cedar band has ever had. maybe it was all wrong lar. it should be someone else. anyone else but me. i try but its not my fault if others aren't cooperating right. what should i do ?! &lt;p&gt;this is stupid lar. today went to watch spiderman with shar FINALLY ! hahas. been planning to go for like the past month and we finally settled being free today ! yes. it was quite long. and the show was kinda like LOTR. and now we know whats gonna happen in movie three. or most probably guessed it lar. dumb pearl go draw SPIDER-MEIN on my hand . can't even spell properly ok . hahas .. then i had to cover my hand or hide it under the table or turn it palm face up during the english timed assignment and A.maths test. stupid. then "SIR SURESH" was like trying to see what i was covering on my hand .. tsk* i shall get back at her during bio lesson some day !! &lt;p&gt;went to help out at the lower sec cheering session. thought claire and i were the only enthu ones who wanted to go help out, but apparently everyone else was just as excited. practically everyone turned up. the biggest surprise was tracy and angela ! i was so shocked to see them there. they're like the slackiest people./ hahas. but tracy ah sure cheer one of the most enthu on wednesday one ! whee. i can't wait ... and the new cheer is so SO nice ! &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;we come from the greatest school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;we come from cedar girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;we come as a member of a great great school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;we fight for the glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;we fight for the victory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;we fight with the spirit never seen before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;up for cedar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;go for the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;cedar girls cedar girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;YEAH ! &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/6585474-109058182464111638?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109058182464111638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109058182464111638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109058182464111638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109058182464111638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/07/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109032460368191130</id><published>2004-07-20T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T19:56:43.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waah. so tired&amp;nbsp; !! i cleared up two whole cupboards in the conference room. one full of stationery which we threw away most of and this cupboard of all the old information. made three big stacks of paper to recycle. so pro. but i feel very bad for throwing away all those people's passport photos. like they die or something/ &lt;p&gt;now its all clean !! yeah and TIDY and NEAT. just like ME !! hehx. saturday not so screwed up le. end up that samuel must give the ticket to his bro's friend . aiyaii.. so i still have to go for tuition. and anyway i can't make it for the makeup class. have national track and field ! yeah very exciting. pearl el shar and i still can't decide where to go for lunch. but think its confirmed i will be going home with shalini. can help the prefects take down the banners again... just like last year... ah i miss the old times . lolx // it was very fun eh ... kk i'm hungry tired and smelly. better go bathe. &lt;p&gt;and sharlene !! i will keep your secret ok. i won't tell that &lt;b&gt;PERSON&lt;/b&gt; anything/ SMILE .. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109032460368191130?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109032460368191130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109032460368191130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109032460368191130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109032460368191130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/07/waah.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-109016013234323664</id><published>2004-07-18T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T22:15:32.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahas.. today woke up at like eight to go for golf. have improvement ! yeah. &lt;p&gt;then pia homework from twelve till four. then i met yangyang to go tuition. hehx. she was late ! first time i was early ok/ aiyaii. those girls are not as bimbo as everyone says they are. they are just different... in a *special way *winks. lolx .. was quite funny though the way they laugh at everything. like totally~` hahas.. then the class actually quite screwed up. so noisy like some special type of fish market with no fish. *bursts out laughing &lt;p&gt;the guys making noise and dunno doing stuff that me and yang seriously don't understand. and the girls all wearing the kind of same pattern-ed skirts. all acting pretty. i mean whats the point. you are either pretty or you're not. hmm so lets just hope none of them read this but who cares.&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;whee. went to watch king arthur yesterday with homgwei. damn shit lar the show.. quite cliched. and the story is abit funny. we didn't really get what was happening though that bear is christian .. hahas .. we sat all the way in front los. stupid then we got those weird double seats where its just the two of us . quite weird lar. but also means we can stretch out our legs as far as we want and throw our stuff all over the place. dumb right. but the parts where the were fighting really felt like we were there in the movie. was so close to us. and keira knightley is so pretty . although her part was quite stupid in the movie. eek the grossest thing was we could see this couple on the other side of the aisle doing some icky hanky panky .. *tsk tsk.. and hongwei is cheeky i keep telling him that little children should close their eyes at the kissing scenes. he purposely go open his eyes wide and watch .. naughty naughty. aiyaii. why all guys like to treat girls to movie ah ?? very gentlemanly mehx ?? well i like to pay for my own stuff thank you .. lolx .. and bear owes me five bucks .. or something like that . dunno . shall go out with him and peter next time then can see how yandao&amp;nbsp;pete looks in polo shirts .. whee buy i shall walk on stilts or something cos he's so TALL. idiot ! whee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-109016013234323664?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/109016013234323664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=109016013234323664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109016013234323664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/109016013234323664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/07/hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108999356777228625</id><published>2004-07-16T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T00:02:47.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/app/&lt;a%20href=" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108999356777228625?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108999356777228625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108999356777228625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108999356777228625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108999356777228625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/07/img-srchttpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108999316318573138</id><published>2004-07-16T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T23:52:43.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pah i have decided that friday will officially be "computer night" .. being dm is kinda tough not in the tough way but in the fun way. aiyaii.. what am i saying. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmph. i wanna sleep more. i wanna grow more(taller) ..&amp;nbsp; need to study. need to golf. need to band . need to play. darn ! i'm such a busy person. need to do so many things. need to make more new friends. need to think stuff through. need to be a better person. need to do so many and many other things ! . hahas. this is kinda rubbish. played sicc open yest. wow i totally screwed up and i got tenth prize. heh $150 pan -west voucher cool. now can buy new stuff lolx seriously dunno what to blog about. &lt;p&gt;my life is kinda BORING !! .. nut gonna watch spiderman with sally cheena pervert on tuesday. finally gonna go watch after youth day man. thats like three weeks ago ?? lolx . that time i gave her the left over bao mi hua articles to do her hol hw. so now she owes me a box of popcorn. then cos i am forever giving her articles from my chinese newspaper so she owes me a whole combo altogether. lolx ... geddit !!?? bao mi hua=popcorn!&amp;nbsp; haha . yeah we're gonna have fun . wednesday is racial harmony. aiyaii who shall i borrow costume from !! lolx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108999316318573138?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108999316318573138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108999316318573138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108999316318573138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108999316318573138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/07/pah-i-have-decided-that-friday-will.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108955619139060304</id><published>2004-07-11T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T22:29:51.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahs .. ok colleen actually read my whole entry ok. whee. she's so nice. yeah i finally cured the tag board so everyone should just tag and tag non stop.&lt;P&gt;today had golf lesson. i improved my stance ! yeah. thats quite an achievement. thursday gonna leave school early cos i'm playing the sicc ladies open. yupp. after golf lesson me and daddy flew to botanic gardens so i could watch that band fiesta thing. i found out it was actually a competition called "grooviest in the gardens" quite lame right. ok it started at five and i reached at 545 but not too bad lar. st patricks was playing their second last song. &lt;P&gt;damn funny lar that samuel. i messaged him when i reached and he didn't know i was even there also. he thought i was in some other part of singapore. he damn blur lar. dumb woman. after the whole thing then he realised i was there too. then i thought he was busy or something then didn't ask me where i was lolx. but i saw farhanis eh. then she was leaving already so i thought he left with her, aiyaii a super confusing and complicating thing lar. mad day .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108955619139060304?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108955619139060304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108955619139060304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108955619139060304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108955619139060304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/07/hahs.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108878386519705554</id><published>2004-07-02T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T23:57:45.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was so exciting !! have lotsa stuff to talk about. whee` so if indra is reading this. good luck to you !! heex. was chatting with like five people just now. yuqin.peter.*evil demonic monster*anna.*dear dear*ching hong.shuyu. hee.. then that mad crazy peyer go offline cos his degree is like HIGH ENUFF&gt; lolx. yeah then anna and yuqin's convos suddenly were silence. lolx . ok . &lt;P&gt;my left arm has like two super BIG blueblacks ok. so ugly. like mega ugly. even worse than a big pimple on my face. yupps. give people the impression that i am abused by my parents which i am not. that evil demonic monster anna ! heex. but i don't blame her. firstly because i'm such a nice friend and a perfect everything fairy. and secondly, i started pinching her first. &lt;P&gt;i shall try to write my entry in proper english because i have to improve my english and because the o'levels are next year. its too soon ! . lolx . &lt;P&gt;this morning i went to look for trixie in her class and was reminded of jiamin's birthday. heex. i shall make it a point to buy her a present because we used to be such good friends. hee. and jieming was so funny. she exposed me. cos i tricked trixie yesterday when we went for break at the kopitiam with colleen and cherilyn that vivian exchanged bags with her last year because vivian liked her. *grins. and when i asked xueling to confirm it. she just blur blur say yah . cos we used to be in the same class what.&lt;P&gt;ok i shall try to write the rest of my entry in proper sentences. the phone is ringing and i know its not my call. i should pick it up but i don't care. trix and i left school at two fifteen today and we realised that the bus ride to SJI takes only about fifteen minutes. i didn't get to try her quiche because i was too filled with my burger. i think i'm silly. i didn't know that SCGS was only a bus stop away. at SJI, we saw these two upper secondary school guys in long pants who were trying to tuck their pants into their socks. if they were trying to act like total idiots in front of people, they were doing a very good job of it. this world is such a small place. or rather, singapore is a very small island. to think i actually met theodore at the bus stop outside sji.heex. he was going to a friend's house. and i think he was wearing that same black shirt and pants because they looked like the outfit her wore on the last day of SLC. i can't remember.&lt;P&gt;we waited for about ten years before our bus(700) arrived. we got off outside scgs and saw this bung. imagine wearing a dress and spiking up your hair till you look like a boy !? to think colleen and cherilyn were still in their class. so we called them to rush them. guess who i saw next who is from scgs ?? pam !! and i'm playing golf with her tomorrow !! was so exciting. she kept whining that i was a buaya lolx. we took the same bus and were crapping like crazy. and i helped her make more friends. now she know colleen and cherilyn and trixie too !!&lt;P&gt;we went to eat at BK in far east . we were trying to eat as quickly as we could as trix's mom kept rushing her not to be late for her optical appointment, darn. so we rushed through our nice lunch. our neoprint and our walking. heex. cherilyn eats all the bread in her burger first before eating the fish in her BK big fish and colleen laughs very funnily. imagine laughing like damn loud and scarily in the place. i bet she scared off half their customers. hahas . joking ! anyway there was this little boy and girl staring at us through the glass at the top. me and colleen were so freaked out. maybe he was jealous that we had more hair than him.&lt;P&gt;we went to take neo prints !! whee. it was really really fun !! we were making lots of noise and irritating others! then this guy was waiting with his friends to take after us, he held the curtain open for us to come out, such a gentleman!! lolx . yeah . after thet we walked trix to paragon where she met her mum and we finally got to see her gigantic sister. we all thought she was really gonna be like humungous . but she's not that fat. she looks older than us though. eighteen or something. and she's even taller than me when she's only primary four ? &lt;P&gt;we went to eat that bravissimo ice cream which cherilyn claims is about 94% fat free, then colleen said maybe it was free fat not fat free. and i concluded that if it was free fat, we'd be paying $5.40 for the ice cream and nothing for the fat ? lolx . lame lar. we ate three flavours... chocolate-green tea-green mint- so cool right. then there wasn't anywhere we could sit down to enjoy our ice cream so we sat on the floor outside that marketplace to share our ice cream. today is indeed a very exciting day !! &lt;P&gt;now i shall tell u what stuff we learnt today from assembly . &lt;P&gt;we learnt five learning concepts: &lt;P&gt;1.sit in the front row of your life.participate&lt;P&gt;2.when you make a mistake say "How Fascinating" &lt;P&gt;3.quiet the voice in your head&lt;P&gt;4.live in radiating possibility.be part of the song &lt;p&gt;5.invent a new game. i am a contribution&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108878386519705554?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108878386519705554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108878386519705554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108878386519705554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108878386519705554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/07/today-was-so-exciting-have-lotsa-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108861174319451071</id><published>2004-06-30T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T00:09:03.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaah. today we had this interview thing. didn't expect that there will be other interviews too. kate said that the maams will interview then we're getting one from the teachers on tuesday or something.&lt;P&gt;well it wasn't aas bad as i thought it would be. i had to make some pretty tough decisions. but oh well. i shall not dwell on it. &lt;P&gt;am i really very PLAYFUl . thats the subject of the day. i'm getting disturbed by this ok. i went around asking everyone and dammit pearl said she should keep her comments to herself. hmmms .  i dunno . so funnie.. tomorrow i'm gonna have dinner with sara and twix and ..... CHERILYN . da mei nu wor ! yeah. bet she'll be like super pretty among all of us . yupp. we're gonna eat mos burger. just hope we're not damn late as always lar. ...&lt;P&gt;did u know that ... &lt;font color=red&gt;Did you know that the three most difficult things to say are : I love you,Sorry and help me The people who say these are those that actually need them or really feel them, and they are the ones you really need to treasure, because they have said them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;P&gt;whoo.. so interesting right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108861174319451071?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108861174319451071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108861174319451071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108861174319451071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108861174319451071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/06/aaah.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108852544488043219</id><published>2004-06-30T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T00:10:44.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aw man. first i cut my hair and i'm still moping about it ok. darn. then now we changed seating positions. i'm like so far away from civilisation. sitting near the dorr isn't very fun you see. monday i sat with sara which i knew was temporary lar. and pearl and reg and crystal and claire were at the other end of the world. but i was close to daddie and marmee and *ahem pretty lijun fairy and sara . but well. we all have to make way for change and accept and embrace it with open arms . aaargh. but so *shudders ... and now i'm the new level coordinator for psls. hahx. gonna be fun i think going around for the rest of the week collecting the results from everyone. whee' but kinda sianded also. &lt;P&gt;tomorrow i have to go for band and we're gona get a interview like with the leaders and evrything. hope it won't turn our ugly lar. &lt;P&gt;anyway. i need to tell trixie everything i told sara today lar . hahax . k my sis is back from the doc. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108852544488043219?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108852544488043219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108852544488043219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108852544488043219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108852544488043219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/06/aw-man.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108843786856233554</id><published>2004-06-28T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T23:51:08.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaah haha . i just cut my hair . its like so short now ! oh man. look like some funky mushroom. anyway. must photocopy results to give the psls wor. at least my results this year isn't that bad. hahs. and the past two years they never even check. i think checking results is a good idea lar. make sure we cont jiayou-ing. &lt;P&gt;well. i went to this super auntie salon to cut. man she cute till damn short. like little kid. but litttle kid=me=cute !! so me=cute *yeah ! hahas. &lt;P&gt;saturday went for flag selling. i met manel's mummy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108843786856233554?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108843786856233554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108843786856233554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108843786856233554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108843786856233554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/06/aaah-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108809424948216551</id><published>2004-06-25T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T00:24:09.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/donarepa/1066765692_urningquiz.JPG" border="0" alt="burning"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your soul is bound to the &lt;b&gt;Burning Rose&lt;/b&gt;: The&lt;br&gt;Rapture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I go where my heart beckons me, and I go&lt;br&gt;with my head high.  But sometimes, I get a need&lt;br&gt;until I bleed so my heart swims above my&lt;br&gt;head."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Burning Rose is associated with passion,&lt;br&gt;intensity, and desire.  It is governed by the&lt;br&gt;god Eros and its sign is The Flame, or Physical&lt;br&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Burning Rose, you can get lost in the moment&lt;br&gt;if you let yourself.  You are a very physical&lt;br&gt;person, be it in relationships, work, or play.&lt;br&gt;You may be driven by your hormones sometimes,&lt;br&gt;but you know it's because you have to follow&lt;br&gt;your instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/donarepa/quizzes/What%20Rose%20Is%20Your%20Soul%20Bound%20To%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;wow. this burning rose thing seems so fake man. u sure a rose can be burnt. haix. i'm confused bout everything lar. about friendships about my life. about peeople and how the world moves too fast. and i'm beginning to wonder. sigh. why my whole life is so forever screwed. i seem so helpless. so friendless. so hopeless. damn why do i sometimes get this feeling for no apparent reason. why don't i like have a group of friends i can count on. why do i not have a life where i don't have to think too much. wHY WHY WHY . there's so damn many Y's now in my head swimming around that my head is going crooked. i might keel over sideways. the more i think the more i dpn't understand myself. stinks man. and istill haven't finished my homework . shit lar . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108809424948216551?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108809424948216551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108809424948216551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108809424948216551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108809424948216551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/06/your-soul-is-bound-to-burning-rose.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108809275078893570</id><published>2004-06-24T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:59:10.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1060851094_gel_youth2.jpg" border="0" alt="Angel_Youth"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Angel%20Or%20Demon%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Angel Or Demon Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108809275078893570?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108809275078893570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108809275078893570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108809275078893570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108809275078893570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/06/youth-which-angel-or-demon-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108809262843763004</id><published>2004-06-24T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:57:08.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061308202_pmermaid22.jpg" border="0" alt="mermaid"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Creature%20Of%20The%20Sea%20Are%20You%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Creature Of The Sea Are You??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108809262843763004?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108809262843763004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108809262843763004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108809262843763004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108809262843763004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/06/mermaid-which-creature-of-sea-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108772994712105347</id><published>2004-06-20T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T22:19:44.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108772994712105347?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108772994712105347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108772994712105347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108772994712105347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108772994712105347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108772505780379346</id><published>2004-06-20T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T17:50:57.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>\whex. happy father's day daddie !! just now we went for golf prac then went for lunch. hahs . brought them to go the j8 food court. the food so super duper uper cheap. quite lar. hahas. its quite good too. yupp but the most important thing is that we received a free COKE SHOWER&gt; is that stupid or what . not like we got tons of free coke. i mean we did lar but it was so damn unexpected.&lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=red size=3&gt;&lt;i&gt;my coke shower&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; some woman in yellow shirt was carrying a can of coke then it wasn't opened yet. she dropped it on the floor and the can EXPLODED. like ji ba boom exploded. and we all received a free grafitti natural looking coke shower. lucky i wasn't wearing a white shirt or something. THANK GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108772505780379346?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108772505780379346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108772505780379346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108772505780379346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108772505780379346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/06/whex.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108653399806408890</id><published>2004-06-06T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T22:59:58.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;[*]what you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;miss: my jay cd. WHERE ARE YOU !!?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;hope: Hoping is for the hopeless. i make it happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;need: to go shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;want: to finish my holiday homework ASAP and improve my golf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;thinking of: tuesday's ice skating date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;[*]who you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;miss: my sister.be safe in europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;want: tom felton. a.k.a draco malfoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;need: my teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;have a crush on: that cute guy ("who is he anyway")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;love: Myself. i just lurve that reflection in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[*]when was the last time you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;feel truly happy: i can't remember. i've been pretty cynical about life lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;cried: when i lost to the old woman in that competition and felt so horrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;got angry: i hardly get angry do i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURRENTLY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;[*]what is your/are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;mood: confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;feeling: horrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;doing: watching practical magic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;listening to: my new SMASHMOUTH cd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;looking at: The computer and the telly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;thinking about: lotsa stuff. people.things. yah the usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;LATER&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[*]do you think you will*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;laugh: practical magic will make me luff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;be doing: nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;make a new friend: I don't think so. it will be tomorrow soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;-&gt;quarrel with someone: Who knows?? i'll try not to&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/6585474-108653399806408890?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108653399806408890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108653399806408890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108653399806408890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108653399806408890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108634272503645752</id><published>2004-06-04T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T17:52:05.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;allign=centre&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;&lt;i&gt;-did you rise the sun for me?&lt;/allign&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;allign=centre&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;&lt;i&gt;or paint a million stars that i might know your majesty??&lt;/allign&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;allign=centre&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;&lt;i&gt;is your voice upon the wind??&lt;/allign&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;allign=centre&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;&lt;i&gt;is everything i've known marked with my maker's fingerprints??&lt;/allign&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;allign=centre&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;&lt;i&gt;can i feel you in the rain??&lt;/allign&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;allign=centre&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;&lt;i&gt;abandon all i am to have you capture me again.&lt;/allign&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;allign=centre&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;&lt;i&gt;let the earth resound with praise.&lt;/allign&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;allign=centre&gt;&lt;font color=green&gt;&lt;i&gt;-can you hear as all creation lives to glorify one name?-&lt;/allign&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108634272503645752?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-6585474.post-108624725300218505</id><published>2004-06-03T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T15:20:53.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lolx . monkey is evil ! she go pull the chair and i plop on the floor. is that evil or what. and i was so good to let her type too . wheex. we gonna rest till 330. then cont. typing. gonna finish typing soon ! yeah !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108624725300218505?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108624725300218505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108624725300218505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108624725300218505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108624725300218505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/06/lolx.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108623933526053721</id><published>2004-06-03T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T13:08:55.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahx. in the com lab now. having the IT course. woah the primary four people did such a great job man . so cool. yupp and the teacher is getting pissed man cos everyone keeps talking. woah. i know how to make links too . hehx. i know how to put pictures too ok . lolx . wheex. see the baby so cute &lt;img src="http://delivery.gettyimages.com/comp/brxbxp61567.jpg?x=x&amp;dasite=GETTYIMAGES&amp;ef=1&amp;ev=1&amp;dareq=4C23212B5C03010B12190345415445445C534D"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108623933526053721?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108623933526053721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108623933526053721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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her sitting beside me watching friends. and laughing at all the spastic things.&lt;P&gt;i miss eating potato chips with her&lt;P&gt;i miss her stealing my chocolates&lt;P&gt;i miss her always poking her nose into everything i do&lt;P&gt;i miss her always trying to wake me up to go eat breakfast.&lt;P&gt;i miss her not getting the stupid jokes i crack&lt;P&gt;i miss her criticising the clothes i wanna buy&lt;P&gt; aaargh i'll just miss everything about her. i hope she's safe. i never really like bothered about her before. but after she left to board her plane and i hugged her for the last time i finally realised how much i was gonna miss her. no one to bug me to get off the com and go to sleep. no one to go to 7-11 with me in the middle of the night just to look at the food. &lt;P&gt;haix. three weeks is such a long time. her room will be so empty. i don't even feel like stealing her clothes anymore.&lt;P&gt;just now we went to coffee bean and itchy mouth me went and tried this morrocan mint latte thing. it tasted HORRIBLE. lucky i didn't let daddy drink if not he will get more diarrhoea. hahas &lt;P&gt;anyway sara asked me to go with her and her MANY COUSINS to watch the day after tomorrow. but mummy says she's finally bringing me shopping. won't there be so many many people. *TSK. i have this strong feeling she's gonna cheat my feelings lar . dunno why . but this way its not that bad what. cos i will have new clothes to wear if sara asks me to go with her and her many cousins to watch movie . lolx. &lt;P&gt;i still miss her .... please be safe. i can't wait to get her postcards. she promised she would write ok . she better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108610412577576717?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108610412577576717/comments/default' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a super duper lame lame DAY. like *tra lala ! its lame man. i actuallie woke up at 1230 when band starts at two. well i have to go earlier . so it was really late by the time i left home. but dunno miraculously i wasn't late for band. yupp that horn tuner is STILL MISSING. hmmm. so pisssed ok today. made us move the instruments here and there/ super cheating my feelings. stupid dumdums. &lt;P&gt;hmmms. better stop feeling angry. later have wrinkles or something. made lotsa fun of tracy. hehx. she's so funny. and she can never beat me. wheex. yupp. i brought my neoprints book for them all to see. then when they saw the neoprint with dragg and ryan inside. they were all so EXCITED. tracy actually thinks dragg is cute ?? hahas . ok maybe see if he free on sunday. then ask him come find us or something !! wheex. then maybe tracy might change her mind about him &lt;P&gt;ok then went to macs with crystal valerie and lingerie nanthini and kate . hehx . we crapped a whole lot man . so funny and crystal was mixing the chilli sauce with the tartar sauce. so gross man . i mean everyone agrees the color looks yucky ok .. hahas. i planned to leave at like 715. but they all ah eat so slow. so i just sat there and wait for them. and continued crappping/. although i was kinda quiet. enjoying my apple pie lar .. hahas .. &lt;P&gt;when we finally left i waited so super long for the 163. irritating thing. and there was this very tall man sitting in front of me . tsk* people shouldn't be so tall . hmmmx .. have deep blue sea later. supposed to watch with pearl . dunno lar . later see how. never really talk to her after that day / hmms. but need to sleep early also. i'm confused. what should i do ? to watch pr not to watch ?! cos i need to be in school at like 730. meeting shalini and pearl at 630 at the bps bus stop. i think i might be late . &lt;P&gt;hmmm. guess what . it's just late fated lar that i must go ice skating with them all next tuesday. cos have no band and everything. then free on that day . omg/. &lt;P&gt;hey the floor feels kinda weird . like not balanced. and so slanted. might fall off my chair. wheex. listening to my new SMASHMOUTH cd . so nice . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108600905486920885?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108600905486920885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108600905486920885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108600905486920885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108600905486920885'/><link 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mind too. lolx . never really liked it before. but theres quite alot of it in my sister's com. BLAST BLAST** feeling touchy somehow. the slightest stuff make me wanna cry. maybe its just the period thingie. but i don't think so. hmmms .. maybe i'm mentally unstable too. i can't believe i got pissed so easily just now. whats wrong with me right. just what the hell*. history kinda likes repeating itself yeah. i never really thought about life as a real thing. i used to just live each day as it came. i think now the world isn't as easy as i thought it was. why must we all grow up. if only there was an easy way out. maybe i'm just an alien exiled to earth to suffer  the life of a human. if only it were true. my dreams just shouldn't affect my mind. somehow i'm not sure how to differentiate my dreams from reality. sometimes people tell me stuff. and sometimes i dream that people tell me stuff. have seriously no way to explain this feeling inside. something burnin. whatever. guess some stuff just have to be figured out by myself. some pain just can't be relieved by any great pal or soul . i don't think an angel will even enuff anyway.&lt;P&gt;sucks. anyway shall try to cheer myself up by writing about today. cos it was super lame. mainly went to town with sara .. who has officially became my [cherry][sar-y][ar-y] ... hehx. so cute right&lt;P&gt;ok yupp we played this mad tangle hand clap thing. smart me just had to go suggest the stripping thing if we clapped out of turn. hehx. end up i was the worst ok. took off both shoes. my tie. my right sock. and i had to do overall forfeit too ok. how much worse could it be ?? i had to tell mr liao. i had a boyfriend and that i like ** which i don't .. SO STUPID RIGHT .. *bleahx. hahas. well .. i should keep my big mouth closed next time. &lt;P&gt;ok. me and sara went to watch CONFESSIONS OF A TEENAGE DRAMA QUEEN lindsay lohan is so pretty. yesh. i think i'm so dumb and i don't open my eyes properly. cos i sctually didn't see jerilyn although she was smack sitting in front of me in pasta mania. me and sara ate chicken and shrooms i think if thats what its called. and also tuna and bacon. so full. yupp and our movie was 1235. yeah. i was so smart again . saw it as 1255. so i suggested we go hereen take neoprint cos it was only 12 when we finished. cine neoprint place wasn't even open ok. yupp and ended up. we finished at 1245. hehx. which was already late right. but i didn't know. thought we still had ten minutes. then i still slowly run and still can buy popcorn. reached inside at 1 los .. yupp only watched like one hour of the show. hmmmx . yeah. &lt;P&gt;after the movie which happened to finish at 2. we realised SIN-da-hu (sindhu) and nurul and their gang-ie were watching it too. then we were kind souls and helped this woman. she left her pink plastic handbag on the floor and forgot all about it lehx. can u believe it. forgetting her handbag. hmmmx . then sindhu's friend went to chase after the woman. she was so grateful! see i'm so kind . lucky she didn't get far&lt;P&gt;ok. me and sara went lame-ing around go look at stuff. which we had obviously no money . even the stuff on 80 percentdiscount u know. so we went look at all the branded stuff. then we saw and so decided we are gonna buy that skechers slippers and that pair of grey and pink nike shoes. so so so SUPER DUPER UPER nice&lt;P&gt;i finally bought my star-star bracelet. sar-y helped to choose it. must give her credit see. hmmm. then we just walked around. yah. we also tried the new starbucks caramel jelly frappuccinno thing. can't remember the name. short term memory. hehx. its so SWEET. and the jelly was so big. so straining to suck it up. me and sara had a fun time trying to suck them up one by one. and they kept popping at the back of our mouth !! so pain..&lt;P&gt;hehx. ok now's the time to make sara jealous if she happens to see this. i met five people at orchard. as in not from our school friends. hehx while she saw only all her very very nice JUNIORS.. hehx .  i saw sarah and yi xuan. if i didn't remember wrongly their names. hehx . then i also met jerilyn with her ncc friends. too bad jiayue wasn't with them. bet she went out with her cat yuani friend. i think. yeah/ three already right. then i saw charmaine. waah. looked kinda crappy lar. no offence but she like always wear until very chio go out that type u know. so don't blame me. and lastly i met SHARLENE WONG PEITING. still remember her in p.school we went to walk in the rain to take neoprint. lame right. and still eat sushi. hahas. now she's so chio know. wear her pe shirt or something and pe shorts lehx. so pretty. and quite pretty now. kinda matured alot right.. see sara ! i met five people . lolx . next time we go out i try not to see anyone kk. then u go see all your many cousins. then u win me . lolx . &lt;P&gt;today when we were leaving our movie thing. the whole of cine was polluted with ACSB people ok. sara says their school have post exam activity go watch TROY. so cool right. what three hours plus ? huh . so lucky not like us stuck in school clearing up the stuff. but i rather play lame games and strip in class than pay 25 bucks for post exam activities. but actually ours is more expensive right. paid 45 for the DNA thing. which i don't think i learnt much about lar.&lt;P&gt;woah. i scare myself. typed such a long thingie just over one day ?? yeah. god bless the people who read the whole thing. which won't be many people anyway . lolx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108575573769048186?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108575573769048186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108575573769048186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108575573769048186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108575573769048186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/05/sighs-ive-been-thinking-alot-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108566767080206642</id><published>2004-05-27T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T22:34:41.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh what crap man. can u believe FANTASIA won !!?? *aaargh seriously stinks man. whats wrong with everyone ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; anyway i found this which is so true man. i think everyone will agree with at least one of these &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;1. Falling in love.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;3. A hot shower.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;4. No lines at the supermarket&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;5. A special glance.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;6. Getting mail&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;8. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;11. Chocolate milkshake. (or vanilla or strawberry!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;12. A bubble bath.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;13. Giggling.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;14. A good conversation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;15. The beach.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;17. Laughing at yourself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;18. Hanging out with your girlfriends&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;19. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;20. Running through sprinklers.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;2. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;23. Laughing at an inside joke.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;24. Friends.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;25. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;26. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;7. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;28. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;29. Playing with a new puppy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;30. Having someone play with your hair.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;31. Sweet dreams.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;32. Hot chocolate.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;33. Road trips with friends.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;34. Swinging on swings.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;35. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;36. Making chocolate chip cookies.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;37. Having your friends send you homemade cookies.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;38. Holding hands with someone you care about.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;39. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;40. Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;41. Watching the sunrise.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;42. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;43. Knowing that somebody misses you.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;44. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;45. Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people think.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;wheex. all these made me smile man. so true true true .. u should seriously think through each one and analyse everything till you can see right through its skeleton ok yah . anyway not all really made me smile lar&lt;/font&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/6585474-108566767080206642?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108566767080206642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108566767080206642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108566767080206642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108566767080206642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/05/oh-what-crap-man.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108540609114990921</id><published>2004-05-24T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T21:41:31.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaah, kinda bored today. sara and pammie-la keep bullying me. and i do not blush ok . hahas. kk i better go do like hol homework ?? or watch FRIENDS ?? ok this com is kinda laggy so can't put that friends photo thing./ *aaargh. hmmms .. k maybe this cute forver friends bear will do. ok apparently i also dunno what to do with it. so nevermind lar . just have to make do with this dumb plain ol boring post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108540609114990921?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108540609114990921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108540609114990921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108540609114990921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108540609114990921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/05/aaah-kinda-bored-today.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108532131906697209</id><published>2004-05-23T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T22:08:39.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>muah haha.. haven't been online in such a long time. its my sisters b'dae today. yupp but it wasn't a very happy one. hmmms. anyway. i got cheated again today !! i thought we were going somewhere nice for lunch and made me wear something nice. end up we went to maxwell foodcourt. aaargh !! &lt;p&gt;yupp. got to fry my own ham ching pang today. the woman make so fun ok. then make me so stressed . later chaota how ?? hehx. but the ones i fried tasted especially nice !! lolx. then i couldn't go for chem today. *tsk. aiyaii. and pam has something to tell me. so secretive.&lt;P&gt;watched SHREK 2 yesterday !! was so corny and rubbish ok. can't believe they included such lame stuff. kinda cliche though. made me rush from tuition all the way to cine. hardly had time to catch my breathe even. yupp but i think it was worth it. so super crappy. hmmms. reached home like twelve plus luckily didn't miss the last bus. lolx .. and pong fell asleep already.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;just now went to buy dinner. guess who i saw ?? u wouldn't have guessed !! MR LIM . man he was so freaky yesterday ok. can't believe it. like some sorta STALKER ?? should i call it that ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;yupp. k anyway i feel sleepy again. wanna sleep early so hopefully i can grow a bit TALLER ?? maybe. yeah i hope so !! tomorrow have school .. WTH . aaargh wanna stay home and sleep. have some lame thingie to do in school i guess. and have band too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108532131906697209?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108532131906697209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108532131906697209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108532131906697209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108532131906697209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/05/muah-haha_23.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108480380964568675</id><published>2004-05-17T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T22:23:29.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheex. tomorrow got that dna thingie again/ what with pam man. what tag my board so much bout that mr wong. told her how many million times that i DON'T LIKE HIM !! aaah. then always say i blush .. &lt;font color=purple&gt;i do not blush&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;eh. dunno lar. feels funny. is it fun to use friends as a stepping stone ?? i don't think so .. then why people like to change friends like changing their underwear ? lolx. today we werre in the library playing this lame game. and me-thini &lt;nanthini&gt; kept trying to make us play HER WAY .. hahas. lolx. then we started saying perverted stuff !! dunno so lame. talking bout menses and everything. then tampons and some shit. and can u believe it ah. valerie thought that when u wearing tampons and go swimming it will drop out los. like as though u don't cover down below there!! aaahs.. madness rights. i shall add another testi for her. wheex. and i have five new testis !! so cool ! ... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108480380964568675?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108480380964568675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108480380964568675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108480380964568675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108480380964568675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/05/wheex_17.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108463286581862462</id><published>2004-05-15T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T22:54:25.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaah. ok yupp i feel terrible. one cos of the jigsaw//&lt;p&gt;two, about me. cos i feel so hot all over. like u know burn burn hot that kinda hot. yah. u understand lar. hmmms. dunno if i have a fever. or is it just that type of once in awhile feeling i dunno. felt so hot hot during tuition. and felt quite giddy too. like gonna faint that sorta feeling although i never fainted before. yep. dunno if its a fever or is it just sun burn. haix. whatever it is. i still feel terrible. and pam still kept on with the mr wong thing. aah. i never said i liked him what. lolx. anyway. just don't really care lar. guys are just rubbish. and boyfriends just bring trouble. yuppers. aix. maybe i should go sleep or something. still feeling terrible now. like wanna vomit too. gosh. whats happening to me. hmmms. this feeling stinkz. like super stinks. how ? &lt;p&gt; and i saw tanying today at orchard. and she was smiling smiling !! wheex. she just looks nice when she smiles !!yupp and went with pam to her eye check up thing. was quite ok lar. just that i wan't doing anything. &lt;p&gt;then maybe june first or second going to go ice skating. pearl and wanling going too. dunno regina coming not. but dunno why like not very close to her now. haix. the only world i knew is falling apart. hmmms. then what celebrate that pammie's friend's birthday. what yongsheng or something. think he added me on msn lehx. not very sure. waah but he sounds very tall ...... hmmms . later turn out like d.rick. lolx. unexpectedly err.. as quoted from regina. hahas. well think i should sleep soon. then maybe i won't feel so terrible .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108463286581862462?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108463286581862462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108463286581862462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108463286581862462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108463286581862462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/05/aaah.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108463191422908036</id><published>2004-05-15T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T22:38:34.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh fuck. with a double f double u double c and double k . the damn jigsaw and i mean damn damn damn stupid piece of shit jigsaw ji ba boom dropped on the floor cos of the wind. cos some spastic idiot decided to turn on the fan. aaargh. this is irritating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108463191422908036?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108463191422908036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108463191422908036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108463191422908036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108463191422908036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/05/oh-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108445466210210679</id><published>2004-05-13T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T21:24:22.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEEX. HERE I AM ONLINE AGAIN hehx, today was a mad and crappy day and guess what. tomorrow checking exam papers alreday !! aaah . english chinese and e.maths. damn. yucks . sure die lar. haix. just wonder how it will turn out. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108445466210210679?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108445466210210679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108445466210210679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108445466210210679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108445466210210679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/05/wheex.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108437154064121949</id><published>2004-05-12T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T22:19:00.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaah !! this sux man. the dumb jigsaw puzzle is driving me crazy. bananas. and monkeys know what/ yuck/ this is gross. all the brown parts seem the same to me. and yupp the worse is i have band tomorrow. way gross !! hmmms . if not pam and trix and sara would be coming my house to do the puzzle then we can all go tuition together. watching ami now !! lotoya rox !! yeah she rox me socks . wheex. today had a lame day . PC excursion as you would call it. at least i had my yuqin with me. and clara is naughty ! flirt with this yuqin. horhor/ i'm gonna scold evil little wife later ! hahas..&lt;P&gt;me and yuqin were the tourguides. hahas. six people share one regular earthquake! then we ordered the flavour of the month. was some TUTTI FRUITTI. and me and kate or rather witchy-kt were laughing our heads off at the name. cos it was so lame,. and it looked so childish with the orange and blue thing. yesh and back to the point. they didn't give us the flavour. the cute tutti fruitti. kate and i were so disappointed ok. we so looked forward to tasting it. cheated our money. only till we kinda screwed up the whole thing then we realised there was no tutti fruitti. and there was seriously no &lt;font color=blue&gt;BLUE&lt;/font&gt; in that whole thing . aaah ... feel so super damn &lt;i&gt;CHeated&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108437154064121949?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108437154064121949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108437154064121949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108437154064121949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108437154064121949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/05/aaah-this-sux-man.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108421484615631955</id><published>2004-05-11T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T02:47:26.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/coreina/1080319597_ilderaaaa3.jpg" border="0" alt="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;ROMANTIC ONE. The really most most most important&lt;br&gt;for you is that he is romantic. You love it&lt;br&gt;to get love letters, red roses and be in a&lt;br&gt;romantic atmosphere. He must make you think&lt;br&gt;that you are the most beautiful of all. When&lt;br&gt;he is romantic he has you got in his&lt;br&gt;hands. When he tells you all that he&lt;br&gt;feels for you ,you are devoted to him. At&lt;br&gt;this point you are easy to be tempt. Your heart&lt;br&gt;is soft and pure and you would never cheat as&lt;br&gt;long as you love your partner. But if he cheats&lt;br&gt;you, you are not hiding your feelings and show&lt;br&gt;how much he hurt you because you trusted in&lt;br&gt;him and never thought he could do this&lt;br&gt;to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/coreina/quizzes/%09~THE%20big%20LOVE%20TEST!!%20What%20do%20you%20need%3F%20With%20PICS!%20For%20girls%20and%20boys!~/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;	~THE big LOVE TEST!!~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108421484615631955?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108421484615631955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108421484615631955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108421484615631955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108421484615631955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/05/romantic-one.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108421452863292535</id><published>2004-05-11T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T02:42:08.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>muah haha.. i'm bored. stupid pam. what give me the email address. i'm so not gonna add man ! lolx . crazy woman for coming up with all that rubbish !! bleahx. waah haha. next thursday &lt;b&gt;NEXT THURSDAY !! one week and two days to next thursday !! hehx. i wanna cut off all my hair. keep getting inside my uniform ,. aaaargh. man . and i irritated my dad again. stupid me *slaps head ! hmmm. yupp and i have a new book to read !! its called some ..." dunno what... then life of bees" or something lar. dunno also&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108421452863292535?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108421452863292535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108421452863292535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108421452863292535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108421452863292535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/05/muah-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108421391964853855</id><published>2004-05-11T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T02:31:59.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheex !! so exciting exams over. can like slack now and next thursday we going ri concert !! hahas .. i'm gonna buy dan flowers !! hehx. then make him look girlie/ today finally bought jigsaw puzzle. waah just made abit. so complicated man . now i know never to listen to regina's advice on which puzzle to buy. yupp its nice lar. but everythying looks the same. oh man. how to finish. lolx . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108421391964853855?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108421391964853855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108421391964853855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108421391964853855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108421391964853855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/05/wheex-so-exciting-exams-over.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108161577943831310</id><published>2004-04-11T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T00:53:30.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MissAnthropy/1077072707_ystalheart.jpg" border="0" alt="crystal heart"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Heart of Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MissAnthropy/quizzes/What%20is%20Your%20Heart%20REALLY%20Made%20of%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is Your Heart REALLY Made of?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108161577943831310?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108161577943831310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108161577943831310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108161577943831310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108161577943831310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/04/heart-of-crystal-what-is-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108161506154836176</id><published>2004-04-11T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T00:41:32.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee .. investiture was so spastic !! aaah but so fun and got two yandaos came ok . cos our school all chio bu-s. *AHEM . unmistakebly ... ME lolx . well . our dance was like &lt;I&gt;e best&lt;/i&gt; loved it and now my name is uyn cos letters S .. h ... and A ... all cannot say . crazy rights . aiyoh today tuition quite boring .. everyone so noisy as usual. and that lalang damn farnie . i think he in VS ritex but guess what ? he use this acjc pencil box. omg. then no one in the class has scissors . LOUSY class .. haha . and this stupid dumb pam . at first so quiet so i decided to wait for her and walk to mrt station lar . cos i like took lift and she took escalator. whole lesson she like have pms or depression or something . but then came down saw me then saw that chao ta then waah so excited. then keep like "eh " "eh" .. idiot girl. but i don't mind lar . at least it made her SMILE !! hahas . but she better not keep up with that stupid  MRS WONG thing ok . cos i don't like him period and chun lei was the one who said it not me , and trix say her mum saw that new guy . who looks very MATURE to put it nicely. ok he doesn't look that bad lar . but anyway her mom said he vas v.v. shuaix . gosh. think yvette setriously better. and just found out today his name is samuel. hehx . now i know why everyone always say gals do better in school in secondary than guys. cos all the guys are too busy spiking their hair and looking chio- hahs . and yesterday those guys on the bus ? i saw them again in yoshi ok .. so freaky sia. and also kinda met d.rrick but like just saw only lar . then didn't think he saw me so i just kept quiet lar. me and trix were saying he wear until like going for gang fight or something .. hahas . lame lar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108161506154836176?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108161506154836176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108161506154836176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108161506154836176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108161506154836176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/04/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108073463895263227</id><published>2004-03-31T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T20:07:36.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm .. i'm so hot and sweating now man. as in literally dripping ! hmmms . yest so malu as in &lt;font color=pink&gt;kuku malu&lt;/font&gt; ok. was going home and decided to get off at toa payoh train station take 163 home. cos have air con u see. and i fell asleep on the bus lar. as always. hmmm. then when i opened my eyes again ... guess what ? i was at my stop and i saw el. then waah so excited. i grabbed my bag and ran down. then tap her shoulder from the back and shout "elliphunk" !! then i was like crapping some rubbish lar. then after like 5 minutes ? i asked why u take 162 and she told me she was with her mum. and i ERR&gt; then hurry up say bye bye !! oh man. her mom so scary los. look at me with that angry eyes. then i remembered bout the last time DENTIST incident. god ! so scary 0k/ freaked me out. then walking back. i suddenly stopped in my tracks and went shit ! lolx . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*crap lar. but hmmm silly anna banana ! go draw liquid paper on my hand. until today still cannot come out ok ! and she is still demanding a testi from me !! meanie .. whee~ have 7 friend requests !! and now i have like 200 over frenx/ so cool.. knda lame lar. but who cares... &lt;p&gt; today after the reearsal and band prac. el. pearl. reg. shuyu and me walked PP . and i suddenly felt so urgent to pee. then trying to control myself ok . and stupid dumb el came up with gross stuffs bout what to do when a guy is going to pee. god. she really corrupted my mind ok and still made so many shh... shhh... noises .. idert ! feel so slacky now. just now band, everyone keep talking results./ made me feel so out of place. hmmms . and really dunno why got quite pissed with whee~ . haix . dunno lars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; tomorrow must miss band for awhile ok . cos dumb investiture rehearsal. and then must go do the dance thing which i-abella says is quite spastic but the sec4s love it anyway . but we get to do STUPID CUPID !! whee. so fun and lame and crazziiee//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108073463895263227?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108073463895263227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108073463895263227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108073463895263227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108073463895263227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/03/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-108012735035004165</id><published>2004-03-24T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T19:25:57.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee , came online and update my blog . i think i grew fatter. i used to be FAT but i'm now fatter ok. exchanged back my blazer with tracy. and it was like smaller. and definitely SHORTER. yah cos i grew taller from sec one and then it was like tight ah . and the button popped out ok . guess it was alreday quite loose when tracy had it lar. but then.. still ..&lt;p&gt; so DEPRESSING . and i just figured out why my shoes seemed to be so B.I.G .. cos they are size 7 and they happen to be AMANDA'S SHOES .. gosh . haha . k my dinner awaits me . hiya REgina !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-108012735035004165?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/108012735035004165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=108012735035004165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108012735035004165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/108012735035004165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/03/whee-came-online-and-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-107970304589535720</id><published>2004-03-19T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T21:34:06.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee. i just finished typing testi for shuyu. hmmms . feel so accomplished. yups thats all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-107970304589535720?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/107970304589535720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=107970304589535720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/107970304589535720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/107970304589535720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/03/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-107970256329431320</id><published>2004-03-19T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T21:26:03.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee. so lame watched CAT IN THE HAT With my sister just now. NOt very nice..// i repeat its not very nice ! man . feel kinda cheated. and i'm being forced to write testi for my super lame lame shu sister . that shuyu ah . vomit blood . always so bhb . make me wan to die le . lolx . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-107970256329431320?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/107970256329431320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=107970256329431320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/107970256329431320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/107970256329431320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/03/whee_19.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-107962848256376419</id><published>2004-03-19T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T00:51:21.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man .. this stinks .. been talking to my bestest buddy pearl and regina for like three hours ?? and we are all so confused and i dunno why derrick now has become my son. he's my son d.rick hahs.. well .. and noe el and pearl also my children. can i not want EL to be my child. if not later the itch must also be my son in law . then die . i won't forget bout the belt ok .. damn! hmmms .. still got the blister on my ankle cos of that darned blades ok . so pain. couldn't even walk properly yest. and leon is damn funny. can't imagine him zoom again and splat on the ice in front of that robot guy yesterday. he really skates like some robot ok .. can die . i almost died luffing at him. lucky he never notice later he go get all his mad frens HoOt me sia . hmmm .. yes and there was this guy super look like ben can .. waah like some twin ok .. then i was like WOAH whats he doing here then i realised no. hahs .. hmmms .. and i have sore arms now . &lt;P&gt;today ? was quite fun. i went gunny sacks-ing with aprie and alicia and crysytal and vivian !! whee .. so mad and i actuallie forgot about them for like half an hour. gosh so forgetful lehs .. left them lying out in the sun for so long . then were all so hot when we were packing them back .. haha .. well .. &lt;font size=2 color=blue&gt;YUPpers&lt;/font&gt; and for pupils investiture the sec3s doing some dance and we got the least screwed up song. [stupid cupid] not bad right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;yes and big big notice !! our band having concert on 21 june 7pm i think and we'll be playing so many nice songs man.. u all must come u know and bring me FLOWERS !! whee. and next sunday we are playing at macritchie . can come support too !! love u all loads !! if wan tickets msg me or something kaes&lt;P&gt;yup and today so lame this idiot. think his name is darrell lar . wah lao . ask him wait i go do finish my proposal and he went offline ok .. PIG right ^00^ oink . haha . naah i can't be so mean lar .. lolx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-107962848256376419?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/107962848256376419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=107962848256376419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/107962848256376419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/107962848256376419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/03/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-107927948097841104</id><published>2004-03-14T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T23:54:34.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/waywardpixie/1078266322_ergyyellow.jpg" border="0" alt="Yellow Vibes"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Energy is Yellow.  You are generous, bright,&lt;br&gt;and expressive. An excellent communicator, you&lt;br&gt;keep your audience captivated with your&lt;br&gt;animated storytelling.  Sometimes you talk too&lt;br&gt;much, but when you learn to listen you will be&lt;br&gt;sought out for your talents to advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The communications field appeals to you as a&lt;br&gt;profession.  Public speaking, writing, radio,&lt;br&gt;acting or teaching would also be good career&lt;br&gt;choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/waywardpixie/quizzes/What%20color%20is%20your%20energy%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What color is your energy?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;from &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-107927948097841104?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/107927948097841104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=107927948097841104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/107927948097841104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/107927948097841104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/03/your-energy-is-yellow.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-107927849707688163</id><published>2004-03-14T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T23:38:10.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee !! today went round singapore wearing my new belt and my cheap BROWn pants! like regina says "&lt;i&gt;BROWN IS NATURAL AND EARTHLY&lt;/i&gt;" ok and me and my dad were looking at designs for my room.. so exciting right !! and we went to ikea. &lt;P&gt; and guess who i met there !!?? VAneSSa !! that primary school vanessa. yesh and she's quite pretty ah. hmmm. my father said:"look like some ah lian ah? you better not learn from her k " lolx ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and there was this boy he so freakin yucky go everywhere then shout so loudly say MUMMY I WANT THIS .. sux man. feel like teling him to shut up. and go away&lt;b&gt;his dressing sense is weirdd!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;W.e.i.r.d&gt; stands for [wearing] [extremely] [irritating] [red] [daggers] .. hehs.. as in on his necklace. he looks alright enough except for that damned necklace. spoiled everything ..&lt;P&gt;and tomorrow i need to go back to school. and today i was listening to 938 wif my dad and we heard interviews of people in cambodia. helping those poor children build houses.. and i was so surprised how come they are so helpful .. i mean &lt;i&gt;hello? singaporeans? helpful ? &lt;/i&gt;man. i think &lt;font color=yellow size=2&gt;in giving to others, they derive so much pleasure&lt;/font&gt; and yes .. i suddenly feel like hugging someone .. i believe that the human touch is a magical thing. i think that was what i thought of this morning .. yeps .. and i'm gonna pack my room later. now that i have the time&lt;P&gt;and before i forget!! thanks people for visiting my new blog !!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-107927849707688163?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/107927849707688163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=107927849707688163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/107927849707688163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/107927849707688163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/03/whee-today-went-round-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-107911688841963093</id><published>2004-03-13T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T02:44:39.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahx. this is an irresistable picture. but i really have no idea where to place it... so here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/archang3l/leaveme.jpg" width="394" height="235"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-107911688841963093?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/107911688841963093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=107911688841963093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/107911688841963093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/107911688841963093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/03/hahx.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-107911293012998345</id><published>2004-03-13T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T01:38:41.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmms. this blog is kinda plain yeah.&lt;br /&gt;should add a pic. hmm .. had a bad experience today with that "itCh" and my darling new belt. hahas&lt;br /&gt;and i got scolded twice for no reason with an added one from that crazy security guard who thought the four of us wanted to sneak into that S.H.E autograph session. no way . like i would queue under th hot sun just to shake their hand. well , maybe yvette might be free enuff to do that, i had much more fun watching haunted mansion. with el and pearl and ling and little eye peep. yes and with that " itCh". hmmm.. he looks lots like "&lt;b&gt;LEadEr YiQiN&lt;/b&gt;". hahas. pearl says she looks better tho. haix. still kinda depressed bout my new new belt. darn ! but its kinda memorable lar. its weird. hmmms. i shall find some way and put some small picture at the top. i think that ME word is sweet and so is the song i chose and the words scrolling along at the bottom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-107911293012998345?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/107911293012998345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=107911293012998345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/107911293012998345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/107911293012998345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/03/hmmms.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-107910717026235038</id><published>2004-03-12T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T00:02:41.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yippee !! ok theres no spongebob YET !! hahas .. i'm finally done, gonna go watch the telly now . see ya !! leave me lotsa tags aliens !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-107910717026235038?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/107910717026235038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=107910717026235038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/107910717026235038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/107910717026235038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/03/yippee-ok-theres-no-spongebob-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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-6585474.post-107865889215992934</id><published>2004-03-07T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T21:37:36.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heex. here's my new blog . has spongebob on it . i'm addicted to spongebob now . wonder why !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6585474-107865889215992934?l=tattered-shoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/feeds/107865889215992934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6585474&amp;postID=107865889215992934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/107865889215992934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6585474/posts/default/107865889215992934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tattered-shoe.blogspot.com/2004/03/heex.html' title=''/><author><name>shoE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09076652791245082385</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>
