<?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-24463525</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:55:42.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whee(:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114924063132159779</id><published>2006-06-02T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T02:30:31.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay i have now moved to &lt;a href="http://demurred.us.to"&gt;http://demurred.us.to&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. now i can pwprotect posts!:D &lt;3 ahhh. so happy la :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ZEWEI! xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114924063132159779?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114924063132159779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114924063132159779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114924063132159779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114924063132159779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/06/yay-i-have-now-moved-to-httpdemurred.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114923816950377157</id><published>2006-06-02T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T01:49:29.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>koped from chloe's blog! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each [ ] you check counts for 2 points so if you put an x in 20 boxes you are 40% guyish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own a jersey&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like being sweaty&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you love mud&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you play more than 1 sport for fun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you hate pink.. (HOW CAN.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you love hoodies and jeans&lt;br /&gt;[x] pranks are fun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dogs are better than cats&lt;br /&gt;[x] its funny when people get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Total = 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] shopping is torture&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pulling heads off dolls isnt creepy.. its fun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you dont cry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sad movies suck&lt;br /&gt;[ ] girl drama is stupid...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] painting your nails is weird/stupid...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own a ps2&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own an xbox&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own a gamecube/gba micro/nintendo!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] at some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own a psp&lt;br /&gt;Total = 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you used to be obsessed with power rangers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you watch sports center&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gorey movies are the best&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you arent scared of anything&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you take part in "male bonding"&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you only go to your dad for advice&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own like a trillion baseball caps&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you aren't sensitive&lt;br /&gt;[ ] no pain no gain&lt;br /&gt;Total = 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like going to basketball games&lt;br /&gt;[ ] night games rock&lt;br /&gt;[ ] spiders and bugs are cool (WHAT THE HELL?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like to freak out your sister or brother&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you used to or do collect baseball cards&lt;br /&gt;[ ] saggy pants are cool&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you get sports illustrated/other sports magazine&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fire is cool&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you don't babysit&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you're immature&lt;br /&gt;Total = 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] its kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch&lt;br /&gt;of people (NO WAY. cliquechalet!&lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] green/ black/ red or blue are your favorite color(s)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] romantic comedies are boring&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you dont care about watching your weight&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you hate dressing up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you dont care about your hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you love to go crazy and not care what people&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you're the one who asks a guy/girl out not the&lt;br /&gt;other way around&lt;br /&gt;[ ] climbing is fun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] contact sports like football or basketball&lt;br /&gt;are fun&lt;br /&gt;Total: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand total: 8%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeek. thats so much less than chlo heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever im going back to my new batch of cookies now!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cookies are love&lt;3 i will honestly be surprised if i'll have any voice left by when school reopens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114923816950377157?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114923816950377157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114923816950377157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114923816950377157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114923816950377157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/06/koped-from-chloes-blog-each-you-check.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114923552930472077</id><published>2006-06-02T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T01:05:29.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back from chinese pt outing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh we went to katong to take photos of the food there. then mel and i decided to eat katong laksa, and becky and zhenyi didnt like it so they went off to find chicken rice to eat. so mel and i were eating and chatting la, and then i noticed this weird old guy sitting at the table behind us, facing me, who looked like he was in his late forties. and he was staring at me and smiling in this cheekopek way and nodding. then i was like ERH. so weird. and i told mel, and yeah we thought he was really weird and stuff. and he continued staring and smiling and nodding. i averted his gaze, of course but he KEPT STARING. mel and i were so freaked out we called becky and zhen and asked 'ARE YOU SAFE?' just in case the same kind of thing was happening to them. so we quickly finished our laksa (SEE LA STUPID GUY MAKE US CANNOT ENJOY OUR FOOD! pfft) and got up. then HE got up too. then we started walking and he walked behind us, calling 'xiaojie!' then i said in a low tone to mel 'is he following us?' and mel was like 'just keep walking.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he suddenly shouted out XIAOJIE! super loud and we turned around. then he grinned in this super perverse way and stretched out his hand, containing a crumpled piece of paper with a phone number, name and address on it. and he said 'xiaojie, (something something) yao ren shi ren shi ni, he you shi qing jiao ni yi xia!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was uh super shocked and just standing there, freaked out, but mel came to my rescue and pushed his hand away and said 'uh sorry, bu yao.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we turned the other way and walked. SO FREAKY CAN. okay then the guy just continued walking on yeah. and then we called becky and zhen who told us to go find them at some fivestar chicken rice stall. then we walked in that direction, which also happened to be the direction that cheekopek walked in. then as we were crossing the road we saw him AGAIN. he was sitting at a coffeeshop talking to another fellow cheekopek, i presumed. then when he saw us, HE GOT UP AND STRETCHED OUT HIS HAND AND SAID 'XIAOJIE!' and we were super super freaked out and i said to mel 'WALK FASTERR!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he uh followed us for a while, then he got lost in the crowd somewhere. HENG MAN. like SHIT SO SCARY. ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NO, tankailin its not coz i was dressed like a hooker or whatever OKAY. i was decently dressed, for your informatiooon. mel and i were in tshirts and jeans. and another freaky thing about it was that there were other women in sleeveless skimpy shirts and miniskirts, but NOO. the cheekopek HAD to be a paedophile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. so freakyD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay chill. -TAKES DEEP BREATH- ahh. okay. wahlao i still feel very freaked can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. then mel had to leave for training so becky zhen and i went to tampines mall to shop(: and take photos okay, we are guai la!:D yup and zhen and i went shoe-shopping! haha so fun. zhenyi was sitting there like a taitai, and i was picking out cool-looking shoes(: we didnt buy anything, though. all too ex la. they were like fortybucks each for a pair of slippers? siao. and they werent even any that we liked alot alot la. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to do colour art! so fun. even though the chairs were too small and becky got stuck in her hair, and we looked totally out in the small little place, and we were like three big teens squeezing over one small piece of art meant for one little preschool kid- it was still fun!(x but the colours kept overlapping each other ahh &gt;&lt; we did a picture of two ladybugs. and we totally screwed up the colours heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and before we came, the whole place was empty. but shortly after we came, some more small little kids came too and the whole place suddenly became super crowded. haha WE ARE GOOD PUBLICITY CAN. i can so imagine the little kids la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 year old: mommy! look at those jiejies squeezing over that piece of art!&lt;br /&gt;mommy: aiyoh. so childish, they all.&lt;br /&gt;3 year old: MOMMY I ALSO WANNT!&lt;br /&gt;mommy: but its so expensive..&lt;br /&gt;3 year old: you can go shop and i'll stay here! see got jiejies protecting me, yknow!&lt;br /&gt;mommy: oh good idea! (happily leaves kids there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats what happened okay. all these parents came and dropped off their kids and ran off to shop or do god knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh okay i shall go play this cool new game chloe introduced to me now(: bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114923552930472077?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114923552930472077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114923552930472077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114923552930472077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114923552930472077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back-from-chinese-pt-outing-ahh-we.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114914188557611601</id><published>2006-05-31T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T03:37:05.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee hello!:D im just back from collecting results slip yeahs(: i didnt do too shabbily. okay fine i scored damn well. except for chinese, of course, but i NEVER score well in chinese. i got 3.43 overall gpa. which breaks down into 3 4.0s, 2 3.6s, 1 2.8 and 1 2.0. yup not bad right!(: an improvement from last year's 3.33 overall, with 6 3.6s and 1 2.0, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. im so jealous of steffi man. she gets EXEMPTED from chinese. without chinese, my gpa would be 3.67! not bad rightt(: and without chinese AND graphs (which means, taking only my 1st term math marks instead of both 1st and 2nd term) i'd get a 3.87! HOW PRO IS THAT PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay but actually right. if i show my marks to some neighbourhood school student i'd probably get responses like 'huh! rgs student score so low?!' like hello you know what i just heard on the bus? two girls from the neighbourhood school near my house were sitting behind me, and talking about their (and i quote) 'damn hard english comprehension la!' and also, how much 'IT SUCKKKKED.' and apparently about how one of them peeked at the marks, and saw that a classmate had gotten '8, 10, 7'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO? 25/30 for a 'damn hard sucky test'? fyi, thats a 4.0. and THAT would make me HAPPY. and the girl was worried about it pulling down her grade. wth la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one of my mainstream friends recently told me that she did just so-so on a math test, just slightly above average. when i asked her for her exact mark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*)($&amp;#*($^#!$&amp;amp; i havent gotten anything above 90 for the past 5 years, mind you. except for psle, but thats out of the point. psle was ridiculously easy. i bet i'd have scored really well la if not for chinese, dammit. but because of chinese, i got 260. thats damn low, i know. i wouldnt even have gotten into rg if not for my lastminute dsa interview, and my advantage as a geper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont even think i deserve that advantage. as in i seriously think that i got into gep by luck. honestly. back in my lower primary days i never topped my class. couldnt even get into the top 3. i was ranked 23rd out of the 40 people in my p3 class. aka the year i got into gep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think anyone expected me to get into gep. the only subject i was remotely good at was english. and one of my best friends back then, wenxin, was constantly second in class. she said that the gep test was damn hard. i personally thought it was okay yeahs, but i really didnt expect to get anything. and i remember that when i said it was okay she laughed. pffft so supportive right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay. nevermind. yup and when i found out that i got into gep, my friends were pretty shocked. and i was kinda scared too, yknow. coz the only other girl in the whole school who got in was zeph. at that time, i didnt even know zeph very well. she wasnt in my clique and stuff. so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i remember there was this girl. that i wasnt really that close to, just yknow, a nice classmate. but not really like my clique la. she cried and asked me not to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay AT FIRST, i was feeling so AWW. im gonna be missed! and i felt good!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. well, EGO CHECK. she probably was crying coz she wanted really badly to go herself. since she mostly scored better than me and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for being missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. I DIGRESS. back to the topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear people complain about getting stuff like Cs. a C is what, a 2.8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW HOW I'D KILL TO GET A 2.8 FOR CHINESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well actually i shouldnt be complaining. at all. since i know i scored better than alot of people. not trying to show off here, yeahs. so i have absolutely no reason to complain. im personally very thankful, as a disclaimer. and its not that im unsatisfied. so why am i even saying this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just find it weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-by the way, this was written at around 12plus. i just posted it so late coz my sis was staring over my shoulder and i dont like blogging when people are looking at me, so i minimised it. so basically ive taken 6 hours to write the last 5 words in the previous paragraphs, so kindly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114914188557611601?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114914188557611601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114914188557611601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114914188557611601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114914188557611601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/whee-hellod-im-just-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114908676153749965</id><published>2006-05-31T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T07:46:01.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from my malaysian cousin(: i know there are alot of hideous grammar errors eek &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] talk back to teachers&lt;br /&gt;[x] never do their homework&lt;br /&gt;[x] curse them out&lt;br /&gt;[x] call them names behind their back&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] eat in class&lt;br /&gt;[x] rip the notices/ worksheet they give you (ACCIDENTT.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] cut class&lt;br /&gt;[x] dont listen to what they say&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] write them mean notes&lt;br /&gt;[x] never return anything&lt;br /&gt;[x] listen to music in their class &lt;br /&gt;[x]always talk and not listen to most stuff they're saying&lt;br /&gt;[ ]when they call you, you act like noones calling you&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] never bring anything to class&lt;br /&gt;[x] playing behind their backs&lt;br /&gt;[x]steal something from their desks&lt;br /&gt;[x] hide in the toilet to cut class&lt;br /&gt;[x] wear low belt&lt;br /&gt;[x] wear low socks&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] do other things in class&lt;br /&gt;[x] write notes in class even though they tell you to stop&lt;br /&gt;[x] never bring back signed tests&lt;br /&gt;[x] sms&lt;br /&gt;[x]sleep in class&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SCORE: 20/21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it was originally upon 28 but i cut out the gum segment coz its irrelevant yeahs &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114908676153749965?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114908676153749965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114908676153749965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114908676153749965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114908676153749965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-my-malaysian-cousin-i-know-there.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114906328388381168</id><published>2006-05-31T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T01:15:47.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*$&amp;#!(*%^!#$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so irritating dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i have to keep censoring myself la. and i have to keep going back and deleting stuff from my previous posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may even decide to pwprotect my blog. rahhhhhhhhh. but pwprotecting is super irritating so i SHANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114906328388381168?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114906328388381168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114906328388381168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114906328388381168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114906328388381168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-so-irritating-dammit.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114898210195213154</id><published>2006-05-30T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T01:06:24.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay i finished baking my cookies!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they are super super nice la. you should all be jealous!(: except kailin, of course, whos getting a whole box on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and theres a new template! haha. its quite pretty right! except the scrollbar looks really screwed. bleahhs): and the tagboard looks abit off. yeah. aiyahh. dont care la. its based on unfaithful by rhianna, anyway. and it resembles my previous template quite a bit. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH i have a sore throat from eating too many cookies):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be doing just about everything except my chinese filing, which happened to be due on monday. blahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cliquechalet confirmed on 7thjune! yay. then we'll go to escape on 8thjune. and i'll go for lunch at swensens. and then come back to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmpf. waste precious escape time!): but no choice la. the stupid chalets were all totally booked except for 7th. there was 1stjune too, but kailin very nicely refused due to the fact that we have to collect results slip. and 4thjune, but theres psl interview on the 5th so cannot! yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's doing a song review on civil war by guns n roses for his social studies portfolio! haha i feel damn amused la. its a graded thing some more. and hes writing stuff about the beatles? lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114898210195213154?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114887827925049335</id><published>2006-05-28T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:51:19.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have decided that i will bake cookies tomorrow(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind thats a pretty random statement. AHH the holidays are here. yeah this is kind of a late realisation, anyway. but the weekend seemed pretty normal, yknow. it was just like a normal weekend, serious! friday- chionging uniform for ndp. saturday- more uniform chionging, and the actual ndp training. sunday- resting from ndp training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i officially have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway! yesterday was quite cool, actually. coz kailin's psl interview date got changed to 5thjune 8-11. so she smsed me asking me to change dates too so that we could go shopping after that together. just the two of us, yeah, to catch up on all those owed birthday presents &gt;&lt; then i replied that i didnt know the number, and she told me to ask geraldine ma'am. so i said that geraldine ma'am wasnt online, and RIGHT after i sent that sms-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geraldine ma'am logged in! haha. okay then uh i asked her, and she gave me the number of some person called tammy. so i called tammy, who told me to call ada chua and give ada my full name, original timeslot and to find a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like eeeeeek. must find replacement!D: so i smsed kailin again saying that i needed to find some replacement. and RIGHT after i sent that sms-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada chua called me and changed my date to 5th june, 8-11! HAHA. so cool man. im so lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe smsing kailin brings good luck. okay i shall sms her complaining that ive never struck lottery before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps right after i send that sms some guy holding a milliondollar check will knock on my door(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh okay whatever i shall stop dreaming now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sian la): i was planning to change my blogskin, but i cant find any ones that i particularly like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG HAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA im laughing at someone's photos!xDDD owww my stomach hurts from laughing too muchh. his photos are so amusing man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114887827925049335?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114887827925049335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114887827925049335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114887827925049335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114887827925049335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-decided-that-i-will-bake.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114882324600712151</id><published>2006-05-28T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T19:44:05.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(post deleted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh. dont mind me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114882324600712151?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114882324600712151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114882324600712151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114882324600712151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114882324600712151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/post-deleted-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114880915076222207</id><published>2006-05-28T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T02:39:10.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh. im too lazyy to sent this, who emailed it to me. so i shall just do it here yeah(: even though i think i did it before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Here is what you have to do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Highlight the whole e-mail. &lt;br /&gt;2. Copy and past into a new e-mail. &lt;br /&gt;3. Change all the answers so that they apply to you. &lt;br /&gt;4. Send this to a whole bunch of people you know including the person &lt;br /&gt;who &lt;br /&gt;sent it to you. &lt;br /&gt;The theory is that you will learn a lot of little known facts about &lt;br /&gt;your &lt;br /&gt;friends. BE HONEST and have some fun today! &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take long. So please please, please reply. Please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read it all. its kinda cool. fun. yea. &lt;br /&gt;________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Starting Time: 1718 (haha cool right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Full Name: ong pei wen joyce(too bothered to type jap and chinese name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Best Friend(s): kailin pheb gayle stella chloe fiona pippy abby anna&lt;br /&gt;4.Sexiest Friend: hm. kailin la (;&lt;br /&gt;5. Funniest Friend(s): STELLAAAA. animalherding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Smartest friends: uh. crystal and charisse.&lt;br /&gt;7. Dumbest Person: kailin AHEM no la. anna since shes the most inexperienced!:D&lt;br /&gt;8. Shyest Friend: nickyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Most boring person: please man we're all such fascinating people. ohwait that sounds like aliens &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who Do you get advice from: kailin.&lt;br /&gt;11. Height : 167.5 (YEOJIAXUAN IF YOU ARE SHORT RIGHT, KAILIN IS A SMURFF.)&lt;br /&gt;12. DOB: 280792 i dont know bout the time!&lt;br /&gt;13. Righty / Lefty : righthanded!&lt;br /&gt;15. Shoe Size :7&lt;br /&gt;16. Shoe Brand: dontknow. &lt;br /&gt;17. Do you Crack any Body Parts: huh? im all in one piece. althought i know someone who has ARTHRITIS ahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;19. Siblings: younger brother and sister&lt;br /&gt;20. Email Address: babyprincess12329@hotmail.com. i never check my gmail one, but its babyprincessster@gmail.com yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Boy Friend/Girl Friend: nope.&lt;br /&gt;22. Crush: aiyohh how to say here la.&lt;br /&gt;23. Liked a Teacher: uh. yeah. kind of. the computer teacher back in taonan(x&lt;br /&gt;25. Hope the person you send this to would reply: not sending.&lt;br /&gt;26. Ate a Tub of Ice Cream: hehh. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;27. Ran Into a Glass Door : yes &gt;&lt; AND IT HURT, THANKYOUVERYMUCHH.&lt;br /&gt;29. Gone Skinny Dipping: nope.&lt;br /&gt;30. Nearly hit by a car: aiyah alot of times la. &lt;br /&gt;31. Ran into a parked car: yeah when the owner was inside some more! that woman scolded me for a full twentyminutes &gt;&lt; HELLO, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT? LIKE SORRY LAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls Fill Out About Guys &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Boxers or Briefs:dontcare.&lt;br /&gt;36. Tall or Short : taller than me! &lt;br /&gt;37. Does size matter: no la.&lt;br /&gt;38. Six-pack or Muscular Arms: muscular arms!:D &lt;br /&gt;39. Body or Personality: body!&lt;br /&gt;40. Ear Pierced or Not: one ear only.&lt;br /&gt;41. Sporty or Outdoorsy: anything&lt;br /&gt;42. Good or Bad guy: bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys Fill Out on girls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. G or hipster undies:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Tall or Short :  &lt;br /&gt;49. Long Hair or &lt;br /&gt;Short : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.Dark or Light Eyes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Light/Dark Hair: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Body or Personality: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Ears Pierced or Not: &lt;br /&gt;55. Good Girl/Bad Girl: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.Hair Up or Down : &lt;br /&gt;57. Sporty or Classy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Chicken or Not Afraid :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;Which One is Better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Coke or pepsi: COKE!&lt;br /&gt;60. K.F.C or Mcdonalds: kfc!&lt;br /&gt;61. Cats or Dogs : i love those white fluffy poodles SO CUTE LA.&lt;br /&gt;62. Coffee or Tea : mocha latte&lt;3 yay!&lt;br /&gt;63. Eastside or westside: no idea what that is. &lt;br /&gt;64. Vanilla or chocolate: CHOCOLATEEE. &lt;br /&gt;65. Cake or Cookies: tiramisu!&lt;br /&gt;66.Purple striped Lime socks or white socks: purplestripedlime!&lt;br /&gt;67. Sunset or Sunrise: i think sunsets are nicer.&lt;br /&gt;68. Day or Night: night.&lt;br /&gt;69. Lights on or off : off.&lt;br /&gt;70. Summer or Winter: winter! SNOWWW. &lt;br /&gt;71. Food: whatever kind.&lt;br /&gt;73. Holiday destination: japan! SUSHI&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;74. Radio Station: &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;987!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Place: hm. singapore la I VERY PATRIOTIC OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The Future &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Will you believe in God: buddha!&lt;br /&gt;77. What you want to be when you grow up: president :D&lt;br /&gt;78. Define Love: real love isnt fueled by whatever purposes, eg career, material gains, lust etc.&lt;br /&gt;80. Favourite Place: japan? ohwait. SINGAPORE LA. (must follow the ndp song! HAHAHHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Favourite day(s) of the week: saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;82. Bedtime: 1000-1030 on normal days, 1200 on holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Who Is Least Likely To Send This Back: no one?&lt;br /&gt;84.Satan or God or atheist: huh? not christian&lt;br /&gt;More questions &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you love someone right now: not boygirl love la. family, friends yeah.&lt;br /&gt;86. Do you care about someone: yup.&lt;br /&gt;87. Do you think of someone everyday: i think of lots of people daily:D&lt;br /&gt;89. Do you think someone is special in any way: of course la!&lt;br /&gt;90. &lt;br /&gt;Finishing time: 1736 &lt;br /&gt;91. Date: 280506&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala okay BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114880915076222207?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114880915076222207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114880915076222207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114880915076222207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114880915076222207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114874599781813461</id><published>2006-05-27T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T01:07:08.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>twinkle twinkle little star&lt;br /&gt;how i wonder where you are&lt;br /&gt;up above the world so high&lt;br /&gt;like a diamond in the sky&lt;br /&gt;twinkle twinkle little star&lt;br /&gt;how i wonder where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH. thats so random. heh. SORRY(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmpf. i dont understand why people (namely, CHLOELIM!) keep asking me to blog. i blog quite alot what. around once a day. how many times do you expect me to blog man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oww. im having leg cramps from ndp. and my dad told me something about elevating your legs being good for leg cramps coz you dilute the acid or whatver so my legs are currently propped up on the back of a chair, which is probably more uncomfortable than the muscle ache itself anyway, while im sitting on a chair sideways attempting to peer at the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to get a lazy eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway while im looking at the comp with my right eye, my left eye is staring straight at my earliest birthday present this year! oh erh sorry make that second earliest. kailin bought me the clickfive cd in like march haha so this is the second one! my cousin gave it to me(: she dropped it off at my house while i was away at ndp. so i didnt get to see her at all): hmpf. her present is so SWEEET la its this funky looking HOTPINK wallet with an adjustable chain so it can become a handbag too. haha its way too big to fit into my pocket though so i dont think i'll be bringing it to school. although im highly tempted to. ahh but its so pretty. theres pretty glitter over the picture of a taitai there too. and the whole wallet is super super nice except that the taitai's nose and lip have blue highlights instead of white on them. but nevermind it still looks fab :D i &lt;3 it so muchh. my other cousin got me a present too. he got me a black and limegreen denim bag :D which would be so so cool if it didnt have this funny extra bead design sticking out of the middle. nevermind i shall try unpicking that and TADAHHH perfecto! i &lt;3 my cousins(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were these guys next to the water cooler. they was uh standing there watch us fill up our water bottles, then this guy came over and started talking to us (i say us because he was just standing there talking while we lined up and few people were actually paying much attention to him) then he saw this guy in front of me and kitman, who was a sergeant. then he was saying something about sergeants being pro and whatever (yes, i wasnt one of the few paying much attention. so sue me.) and then he looked at kitman's rank and said 'orh. corporal. not bad.' then he looked at me and was like 'YOU?' and i was like 'yahlah yahlah i lance only.' and he said 'zhe ye, bu nu li! FAIL ALL YOUR EXAMS RIGHT. haiyoh!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. like whatever mann. \/\/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh. i cant remember what i wanted to say anymore coz im smsing kailin now heh. so uh byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sugar we're going down swinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT FALL OUT BOY'S CD LA. hmpf. im going to be broke. like how many presents do i owe man. gayle, xinxuan, pheb, my ndp mortal- oh wait thats not owe la. but still must get that by wed! yup. its latee now. 0003 to be exact(: so cool. haha okay WHATEVER bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114874599781813461?l=demurred.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-24463525.post-114865616417098409</id><published>2006-05-26T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T08:09:24.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! haha dont worry im not uh sad or anything anymore. thanks for all those comments&lt;3 yeah sorry i didnt reply )x scared blogger/cbox's gonna screw up on me again, anw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. i shouldnt be here! heh. theres ndp tmr! uh. i dont know if thats a good thing or a bad thing yeah. hopefully its a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i like reading stella's blog. her posts are so funny lahh(: uh. yeah. and. its the holidays but im not in the holiday mood. how? too bad la. my holidays seem to have one important thing coming up after another. and so many things to do. haha and i was still thinking i was quite free when chloe becky and i planned out our timetables during chem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday schedule;&lt;br /&gt;27 ndp&lt;br /&gt;28&lt;br /&gt;29 psl interview + yingling's birthday celebration + chinese file due.&lt;br /&gt;30 (finish history fa)&lt;br /&gt;31 ndp&lt;br /&gt;01 collecting results slip&lt;br /&gt;02&lt;br /&gt;03 ndp&lt;br /&gt;04 &lt;br /&gt;05 taonan outing&lt;br /&gt;06 (eng and lit content pages)&lt;br /&gt;07 swensens+movie&lt;br /&gt;08 (chem pt)&lt;br /&gt;09 (chem pt)&lt;br /&gt;10 ndp&lt;br /&gt;11 (start on lit antho)&lt;br /&gt;12 (meet for chinese pt sometime these weeks)&lt;br /&gt;13 cliquechalet(unconfirmed)+ barbeque&lt;br /&gt;14 cliquechalet+ escape! + (suspected)training&lt;br /&gt;15 &lt;br /&gt;16&lt;br /&gt;17 ndp&lt;br /&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;19&lt;br /&gt;20&lt;br /&gt;21 ndp + (suspected) training&lt;br /&gt;22 (finish lit antho)&lt;br /&gt;23&lt;br /&gt;24 ndp&lt;br /&gt;25 ny band concert + chiong whatever other homework that i will (definitely) forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. thats what i have la so far. i think. i guess it wont be that much if you take away the homework. ohwait, i forgot. you cant call it holiday homework -.- ugh whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh why are the cheap chalets so full. now we probably have to get one of those hundredbucks ones. pfft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn whatever whatever i want to sleep now BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114865616417098409?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114865616417098409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114865616417098409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114865616417098409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114865616417098409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-haha-dont-worry-im-not-uh-sad-or.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114855875640207410</id><published>2006-05-25T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T05:05:56.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;im really really pissed at myself right now. like im in this state of mind that i cant smile. and i have this like sinking feeling. no sorry, not sinking. sunk. like i did everything wrong and theres no way to change it and i really reallymessed up and i dont want to do anything. and idont feel like telling anyone and i dont feel like doing anything to make myself feel better. and i feel super malued. and confused. and i really hate myself right now la. like what the hell is my problem. yeah whatever i know i suck and whatever and i just dont want to do this la. admitted, i dont think before i do alot of stuff. thats seriously getting me into deep shit la and i hate myself for that. i just ruined all my chances and i just screwed up everything. i deserve to be scolded. i WANT to be scolded. really really really badly. because im just having this tightness in my chest and i want to cry but i cant feel anything coming out. and i hate this. yeah, im stupid, im despo, everythings all in my head. nothings gonna go my way and nothings planning to. im fake. and so are all the people around me. i just hate it. and i dont have anyone to talk to about this because of my own stupidity. i just HAD to offer. i just HAD to sacrifice my best friend to be a damned showoff.i just HAD to waste that whole year, and let us drift because, again, of my own stupidity. and now i cant even make it right anymore because its too late. we already drifted. and theres nothing i can do about it. and its all too late now. okay fine maybe i DONT want to be scolded. coz i know later i will get scolded, and its gonna be really really bad, far worse than what i wanted. and this is probably gonna lead to quarrels and everything. and im not gonna get trusted again, that i can tell you for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;shit la. im really really sorry and i want to erase all that. now see la i just screwed up my chances. i screwed up that person's life too i guess. yeah i know im being so stupid and so childishand im just making life harder for everyone. i know im gonna get kicked for this. i mean, who can i blame now except myself? they already warned me. im just too stupid. and i think that this post is gonna screw things up even more.i hate blogger. it made my stupidity even worse and it made this huge misunderstanding. and i didnt even notice it. i didnt even know it looked like that. i didnt even know the damned thing screwed it up to look like that. no wonder im being avoided. so just get ready to be kicked out, thats it, and thats the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that tight feeling in my chest is even worse now. ah. go ahead. get a heart attack or something la DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;im crying now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i wish i had a redo button. i hate myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114855875640207410?l=demurred.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-24463525.post-114847822853925321</id><published>2006-05-24T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T06:43:48.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala so cool i just called my dad to ask him when he was coming home. then he told me that he just saw two cars in front of him. the first one's carplate number was 9668, and the second one was 6331. then RIGHT after he saw that, i called! haha SO COOL right. coz uh my handphone number is 96686331 yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. ANYWAY. kailin has arthritis! HAHAHAHAH IM STILL SO AMUSED BY THAT MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. my geog is dying. im actually putting that people can wear less clothes as a solution to global warming. like hello i bet mrsmohd is gonna fail me for being cheeky or whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)()&amp;^$!&amp;amp;%^$@^#%!!#$*&amp;!$# okay BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114847822853925321?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114847822853925321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114847822853925321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114847822853925321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114847822853925321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/lalala-so-cool-i-just-called-my-dad-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114828762167626224</id><published>2006-05-22T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T01:47:02.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bleahh in the previous post the whole second quiz and part of the third quiz got cut off but I CANT BE BOTHERED anymore la. hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don and drew!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;super happy funtime birthday song;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey pretty baby its time again&lt;br /&gt;to party and piss off your friends&lt;br /&gt;wait til tomorrow to make amends&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz you can do anything you want to do&lt;br /&gt;get some big chickens and pretend theyre shoes&lt;br /&gt;hop around the library like a kangaroo,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont really need a birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;think of all the things that you can break&lt;br /&gt;its more fun than your auntie's wake&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hide in a fridge and pretend youre dead&lt;br /&gt;slap a bald stranger across his head&lt;br /&gt;blow your nose on a piece of bread&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that youre older its time for fun&lt;br /&gt;to shove chicken nuggets inside your bum&lt;br /&gt;so make six skid marks for your mom&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy yourself a horse and call it wipple (yay!)&lt;br /&gt;rub tomato sauce on your nipples (gay!)&lt;br /&gt;cut off your legs, become a cripple (hey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz its your birthday, its your birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so grab a wooden spoon and sing with glee&lt;br /&gt;make yourself a glass of pigeon pee&lt;br /&gt;purchase safe egg lord agree&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its your birthday, its your birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your fr_king fr_king birthdaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so celebrate yourself this jubilee&lt;br /&gt;put your pants on your head and shout whoopee!&lt;br /&gt;an excuse to behave antisocially,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so take a big crap at the back of the bus&lt;br /&gt;squeeze your cousin's face its full of pus&lt;br /&gt;coz you bopped down your own shoes with us,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to youuuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;and you and you and you and you and you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE. its so nice haha. i cut the song off their podcast already so if you want just ask me for it kay! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114828762167626224?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114828762167626224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114828762167626224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114828762167626224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114828762167626224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/bleahh-in-previous-post-whole-second.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114822122663848970</id><published>2006-05-21T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T01:27:17.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quizzes from erik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How mean are you?&lt;br /&gt;[x] i think im gonna have a high score on this (&gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;[x] i hate/dont talk to my parents (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] people tell me all the time that they hate me&lt;br /&gt;[x] i have cursed/said horrible things to someone&lt;br /&gt;[x] i give people disgusting looks a lot&lt;br /&gt;total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] i took heads off dolls when i was little&lt;br /&gt;[x] i have destroyed something valuable on purpose&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i love to insult people&lt;br /&gt;[ ] most people suck&lt;br /&gt;[x] i have thrown total tantrums&lt;br /&gt;total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] im known to have an attitude&lt;br /&gt;[x] i get mad easily&lt;br /&gt;[x] i order people around&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i'm known around my neighborhood as the kid everyone else doesnt want their kids hanging out with&lt;br /&gt;[x] i've argued with a teacher (yes, BESIDES that sir)&lt;br /&gt;total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i cant care less about school&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love messing with other people's stuff (heh)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] people tell me im conceited/stuck-up/self-centered&lt;br /&gt;[x] i lie constantly&lt;br /&gt;[x] i yell daily&lt;br /&gt;total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] i seem to always be in a fight with my friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] i would never risk my life for anyone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i dont like smiling&lt;br /&gt;[x] i know at least 3 people i should have beaten up&lt;br /&gt;[x] i love pranking people&lt;br /&gt;total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add up all the x's and multiply by 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My score: 68&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats a what, 3.2? hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i could do that well for chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Questions that are rarely asked. 1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? cant remember &gt;&lt; style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;consumed alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex&lt;/strong&gt; (my brother -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex &lt;/span&gt;(sleepover la. nothing sleazy.)&lt;br /&gt;5) made out with someone of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;6) made out with someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;had someone in your room of the opposite sex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) watched porn&lt;br /&gt;9) bought porn&lt;br /&gt;10) done drugs&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) taken pain killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;12) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;taken someone else's prescription medicine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;lied to your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;lied to a friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) snuck out of the house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;done something illegal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;cut yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;hurt someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;wished someone to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) seen someone die (to me, that bitch died.)&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 9&lt;br /&gt;21) missed curfew (dont have)&lt;br /&gt;22) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;stayed out all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) been to a therapist (supposed to go. but i ponned.)&lt;br /&gt;25) been to rehab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26) dyed your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;27) received a ticket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28) been in a wreck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) been to a club&lt;br /&gt;30) been to a bar&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;31) been to a wild party&lt;br /&gt;32) seen the Mardi Gras&lt;br /&gt;34) had a spring break in Florida&lt;br /&gt;35) sniffed anything&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36) wore black nail polish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37) wore arm bands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;38) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;wore t-shirts with band names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39)&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; listened to rap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40) own a 50 cent CD &lt;/strong&gt;(very bad meh -.- conservative freakks.)&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;41) dressed gothic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42) dressed prep&lt;br /&gt;43) dressed punk&lt;br /&gt;44) dressed grunge&lt;br /&gt;45) stole something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) been too drunk to remember anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47) blacked out&lt;br /&gt;48) fainted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49) had a crush on your neighbor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50) had someone sneak into your room &lt;/strong&gt;my sister? -.-&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;51) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;snuck into someone else's room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52) had a crush on someone of the same sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;been to a concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) dry humped someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55) been called a slut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56) called someone a slut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) installed speakers in your car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58) broke a mirror&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) showered at someone of the opposites sex's house&lt;br /&gt;60) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;brushed your teeth with someone else's toothbrush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;61) consider Mac, Dre, e40 or Mistah Fab your favorite rapper&lt;br /&gt;62) seen an R rated movie in theaters&lt;br /&gt;63)&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; cruised the mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;skipped school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65) had an eating disorder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;had an injury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) gone to court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68) walked out of a restaurant without paying&lt;/strong&gt; (ACCIDENT okay! i forgot! &gt;&lt;) 69) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;caught something on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;lied about your age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;71) owned an apartment&lt;br /&gt;72) cheated on your boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;73) cheated with someone&lt;br /&gt;74) got in trouble with the police&lt;br /&gt;75) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;talked to a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76) hugged a stranger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77) kissed a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78) rode in the car with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;79) been sexually harassed&lt;br /&gt;80) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;been verbally harassed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;81) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;met face to face with someone you met online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82) stayed online for 12 hours straight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84) watched TV for 12 hours straight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;been to a fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86) been called a bad influence&lt;/strong&gt; (by anna -.-)&lt;br /&gt;87) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;cursed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;prank called someone &lt;/span&gt;(hehh)&lt;br /&gt;89) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;laid in the bed with someone of the opposite sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;cheated on a test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 9&lt;br /&gt;91) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;cheated on homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;held hands with someone of the opposite sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93) been pushed into a pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;94) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;played pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95) watched 5 hours of mtv straight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96) had a crush on someone 10 years older than you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97) had a crush on someone younger than you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98) wear eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;99) skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100) laughed at someone who was seriously hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SCORE:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114822122663848970?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114822122663848970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114822122663848970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114822122663848970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114822122663848970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/quizzes-from-erik-how-mean-are-you-x-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114819824034342718</id><published>2006-05-21T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:57:20.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM BORED): someone tell me a jokee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114819824034342718?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114819824034342718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114819824034342718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114819824034342718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114819824034342718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-bored-someone-tell-me-jokee.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114813907720567249</id><published>2006-05-20T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T08:31:17.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala. from fiona's blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mention the gender of his/her perfectlover.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 8 victims to join this game and leave a comment at their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you are tagged the second time, there is no need to do this AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;5. The most impt rule: have fun doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gender: MALE.&lt;br /&gt;1. shuai/cute/hot/handsome/all of the above&lt;br /&gt;2. rich(x yahlah i very materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;3. charming/cool/funky&lt;br /&gt;4. funny (not funny-weird ah. humorous!)&lt;br /&gt;5. nice hair(:&lt;br /&gt;6. romantic&lt;br /&gt;7. nice voice&lt;3  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;duh.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Is 15 single?[stella] haha yahlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 10's last name?[juan] tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11?[chloe] uh EVEN THOUGH i know chloe loves me alot im sorry im not les.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What school does 3 go to?[abby] rgs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 6 live?[pippy] tanah merah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favourite thing about 5?[fiona] shes nice to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen no.1 naked?[anna] UH. I DONT &lt;u&gt;WANT&lt;/u&gt; TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People i wanna tag to do this and the previous quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.stella!(person most unlikely to do a meaningless blog quiz)&lt;br /&gt;2.kailin!(person most unlikely to do ANYTHING.)&lt;br /&gt;3.anna!(sure will do one la.)&lt;br /&gt;4.gayle!(needs to blog.)&lt;br /&gt;5.abby!(since im at her blog now, might as well tag her to do this whee)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114813907720567249?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114813907720567249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114813907720567249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114813907720567249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114813907720567249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/lalala_20.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114813409934317440</id><published>2006-05-20T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T04:40:54.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala. today was uh kinda cool kinda fun kinda weird kinda interesting kinda freaky kinda stone-y kinda puzzling kinda tiring kinda pissifying kinda amusing kinda surprising(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant blog about it. as in i can blog about some parts but then i'd be tempted to blog about the rest which i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. i bet no one reads my blog, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114813409934317440?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114813409934317440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114813409934317440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114813409934317440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114813409934317440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/lalala.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114796239620357489</id><published>2006-05-18T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T07:26:36.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>our script for s&amp;d;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyce: good morning principals, teachers and fellow rafflesians. i am joyceong&lt;br /&gt;charisse: and i am doris mussolini. last saturday one of our fellow students won an extremely prestigious award.&lt;br /&gt;joyce: yes thats right, and it was the international writer's award! the story she wrote, The Troll and The Dwarf, was a touching and passionate romance between a troll and a dwarf, who eventually got together.&lt;br /&gt;charisse: the book ended with intense copulation upon the troll's carpet.&lt;br /&gt;joyce: (annoyed look) their romance was very controversial, but the judges agreed that it was the best of all the submissions.&lt;br /&gt;charisse: at the international writer's festival, she was presented with an award for her one thousand three hundred and fortu two page novel, along with a Mitsubishi car worth twenty dollars and a book voucher worth two million dollars. in addition, senior minister goh bin tong presented her with TWO PEANUTS on monday for having clinched this award, thereby bringing glory to the nation!&lt;br /&gt;joyce: AHEM. yes, and her novel is going to be made into a movie by director Ang Lee. give it up for shannah loh!&lt;br /&gt;charisse: shannah loh was held back in sec 2 for 13 years for her countless suspensions. her beta record reveals an intriguing fact about her. she went on strike in RGS against the introduction of research studies one hundred and twenty seven times.&lt;br /&gt;joyce: but now she is a blossoming youth who has done hours and hours of charity work to help students suffering from the burden of RS upon their frail shoulders. these students are from all over the world, in cities such as guangzhou, hangzhou, suzhou, mingzhou, baizhou, xizhou, and toronto! she broke the guiness world record for going on strike all over the world a total of one hundred and thirty four times.&lt;br /&gt;charisse: she also broke an additional guiness world record in the process: falling down a manhole a record number of times. the methane gas, she claimed, seeped into her cranium, resulting in her having multiple hallucinations. it inspired her later in life to write The Troll and The Dwarf. she completed the book in a record 13.42 hours.&lt;br /&gt;joyce: we apologise for her not being able to be present here today as she has been confined to her bed due to her suffering from massive convulsions.&lt;br /&gt;charisse: they were reportedly a result of her having the terrible mental image of a troll and a dwarf copulating. however, we recently conducted an interview with shannah low.&lt;br /&gt;joyce: she said, and we quote, 'argh. horrible mental image. must..kill..troll..'&lt;br /&gt;charisse: we from rgs are extremely proud of her achievements, and we hope that she will continue to write controversial romance stories. good luck to shannah loh! we wish her all the best.&lt;br /&gt;joyce: thankyou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. very cute!:D our script rocks la. it left a big impact on some people(: COUGH someone who kept chanting 'intense copulation!' after school -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;rihanna;unfaithful&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story of my life&lt;br /&gt;searching for the right&lt;br /&gt;but it keeps avoiding me&lt;br /&gt;sorrow in my soul&lt;br /&gt;cause it seems that wrong&lt;br /&gt;really loves my company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes more than a man&lt;br /&gt;and this is more than love&lt;br /&gt;the reason that the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;the clouds are rolling in&lt;br /&gt;because i'm gone again&lt;br /&gt;and to him i just can't be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know that he knows i'm unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;and it kills him inside&lt;br /&gt;to know that i am happy with some other guy&lt;br /&gt;i can see him dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;everytime i walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;i see him die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna hurt him anymore&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna take away his life&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be&lt;br /&gt;a murderer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel it in the air&lt;br /&gt;as im doing my hair&lt;br /&gt;preparing for another day&lt;br /&gt;a kiss up on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;hes here reluctantly&lt;br /&gt;as if im gonna be out late&lt;br /&gt;i say i wont be long&lt;br /&gt;just hanging with the girls&lt;br /&gt;a lie i didnt have to tell&lt;br /&gt;because we both know&lt;br /&gt;where im about to go&lt;br /&gt;and we know it very well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i know that he knows i'm unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;and it kills him inside&lt;br /&gt;to know that i am happy with some other guy&lt;br /&gt;i can see him dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;everytime i walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;i see him die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna hurt him anymore&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna take away his life&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be&lt;br /&gt;a murderer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our love, his trust&lt;br /&gt;i might as well take a gun and put it to his head&lt;br /&gt;get it over with&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna do this&lt;br /&gt;anymore (anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;everytime i walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;i see him die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna hurt him anymore&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna take away his life&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be&lt;br /&gt;a murderer (a murderer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay nice song!&lt;3 ah okay. GOODNIGHT people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114796239620357489?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114796239620357489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114796239620357489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114796239620357489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114796239620357489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/our-script-for-sunfaithful-story-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114795053943152784</id><published>2006-05-18T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T04:08:59.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh i feel so cheated la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to collect my cd hamper today. and i bet its totally worth less than 100 bucks la like hello. they gave me two SINGLES. and ive never even heard of any of the singers other than eminem before. i think the only nice album given was eminem-curtain call. yeah. the others were lee ann womack- something worth leaving behind, emma- free me, res-golden boys, AND once upon a time (stories dramatised by mediacorp radio djs. like wahlao eh so cheapskatee. some more no reading by young or shan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahwell. at least better than nothing la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh i cant find my psl application form. and i was lazy to fill it in anyway. so im dead la. ahh dontcare maybe i shall just be lazy and pon the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i went to fareast just now with kailin and pippy. pippy got a free icecream! haha. so cool. coz kailin treated herself and me to icecreams, then pippy was like deciding whether to buy or not, then kailin suggested try ours first then see if she want to buy la. but then the guy scooping the icecream (and doing all those cool tricks!:D thirdtime i saw it whee) asked 'how come you dont have!' then treated her to one. ahh so cool the guys so nice haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i most probably failed math. coz 15 people in our class failed. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. i have to do english/lit filing. and chinese filing. and chinese bookreview. and lit annotations. and chinese jianbao. and geog pt. and find the psl form and fill it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first i think i'll go reply anna's letter :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehh. talk about priorities man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114795053943152784?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114795053943152784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114795053943152784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114795053943152784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114795053943152784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahh-i-feel-so-cheated-la.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114777658598642463</id><published>2006-05-16T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T03:49:45.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala HELLO. im drinking chocolate ice blended now. i forgot to drink it just now -.- coz after me and abby bought ours i went on the train. and i guai-ly didnt drink it on the train, and then after that i just uh forgot. then i just realised when i reached home. ahhh whatever i know im super blur la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha we were in the magiclab today slaacking. whats trainfire, anyway. hm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wrote funny scandalous notes on the imacs! (funny as in funny weird ah) and then erased each others (x heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM BOREDDDDD. i want something to do): (something that doesnt involve work, ah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. i dont really feel like blogging. i dont really have anything to blog about): sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i know she knows that im not fond of asking&lt;br /&gt;true or false it may be, shes still out to get me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114777658598642463?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114777658598642463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114777658598642463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114777658598642463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114777658598642463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/lalala-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114769077222096173</id><published>2006-05-15T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T03:59:32.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i passed. d. not really that bad la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DONT CRY BABE ITS OKAY LA WE'LL RUN WITH YOUUUUU:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. im failing chinese for sure, by the way. ahwell. im feeling very bored now. BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114769077222096173?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114769077222096173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114769077222096173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114769077222096173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114769077222096173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114750675606958755</id><published>2006-05-13T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T04:42:53.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh wahlao i felt damn guilty today. and its all coz of that STUPID person la. like UGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the last 45 minutes searching for him on friendster to find his photo to throw darts at. seriously. I CANT FIND THE DAMN PHOTO LA. *(&amp;$#^!&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;*^()*$@%$&amp;@#^&amp;amp;!@$^52#*$^!#!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes so mean hello. like he nearly gave me a heart attack. and i seriously thought i failed, coz he was looking so smug when he went 'no.19- YOU AH?!' seriously, i thought i failed. and i felt HORRIBLE): coz like. we were the last three. and he still didnt read out mine la and just went on to chloe and yunhan. and like. i dont know la. only one of us could pass. and i still felt really really really guilty about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey ladies drop it down&lt;br /&gt;just want to see you touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;dont be shy girl go banaza&lt;br /&gt;shake ya body like a belly dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^yknow, the one that those cheerleaders used for their routine. and what was more ironic was that we were looking at the house boards too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then while he was talking on the phone i COULDNT STOP LAUGHINGGGGGG. then after he got off the phone he was like sorrry. then i STILL couldnt stop LAUGHING. (like what kind of person uses THAT as a ringtone.) ahhh so amusing. then he was like WHATS SO FUNNY! and i didnt answer just kept laughing/giggling. and he was like SORRY LAHH! but hehhhhh still so amusing. then he was like NUMBER19 IF YOU DONT TELL ME WHATS SO FUNNY I WILL NOT START! then i still dowan to answer hehh and that cracked me up even more. so then he was like FINE. NUMBER20 COME! then i was like NOO! so he said FINE DONT WASTE TIME START LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he and another sir asked us to guess their ages. we guessed like 30+ for the other sir and 40+ for him. then he was like super WAHLAO. hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and everyone has passed now(: whoo great job yearmates!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WELLDONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sleptover at chloe's house yesterday. haha her house is cool. and COLD. whee thankyou chlo&lt;3 :D it was quite fun. her sofa is super SOFT la. and ahhh so comfy(x yup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114750675606958755?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114750675606958755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114750675606958755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114750675606958755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114750675606958755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahhh-wahlao-i-felt-damn-guilty-today.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114734790560772773</id><published>2006-05-11T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T04:45:05.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so happy!&lt;3 i got 4.0 for geog. and 3.6 for physics. and 4.0 for lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool right!:D nevermind i shall not blog the percentages. because all barely scrape one hee. except for physics. right in the middle. not bad la(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. i keep stoning nowadays): i think i am getting STONYY. that is NOT a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST STOP STONINGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how. pfft. someone think of a way to stop me from stoning. chloe's already complaining about it so much(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO WATCH DA VINCI CODE LA. bwahhh. someone OLDER lend me an ic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114734790560772773?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114734790560772773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114734790560772773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114734790560772773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114734790560772773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114707505645195729</id><published>2006-05-08T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:57:36.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY WRCD, PEOPLE!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasnt very happy for me, though):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in. it started out, kinddaa happy(x hehh. and then. ugh ITS RETRIBUTION LA. pfft. so suayy. and YEAH whatever i know im damn blur. okay this is very disjointed to prevent people who are not supposed to know this from knowing(: so if you really wanna know just ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh YAY i finally understand the math thing. CONGRATULATE ME :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114707505645195729?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114707505645195729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114707505645195729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114707505645195729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114707505645195729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-wrcd-peopled-wasnt-very-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114692360987351683</id><published>2006-05-06T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T06:56:48.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh the songs so nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;\/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid video wont appear, but CLICK on the link. heh. my stupid cd hamper still hasnt arrived yet, btw -.- its taking so long HMPF. young said it would be soooon):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114692360987351683?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114692360987351683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114692360987351683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114692360987351683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114692360987351683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahhh-songs-so-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114692328181452669</id><published>2006-05-06T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T06:48:01.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="'Title'"&gt;&lt;a class="'hov'" href="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/b/bowling_for_soup/girl_all_the_bad_guys_want-2.html" target="'_blank'"&gt;GIRL ALL THE BAD GUYS WANT (Bowling For Soup) &lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name="'RAOCXplayer'" pluginspage="'http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/'" src="'http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/b/bowling_for_soup/girl_all_the_bad_guys_want_582736.asx'" width="'300'" height="'300'" type="'application/x-mplayer2'" autostart="'true'" showcontrols="'1'" showstatusbar="'0'" loop="'true'" enablecontextmenu="'0'" displaysize="'0'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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AHHH so cute IM PSYCHIC BABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;congrats pheb&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; you guys rocked yeah.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha we're gonna KENA for all those standingovations man. esp when they specified not to cheer, only clap. PFFFT WET BLANKETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rg swept 1st and 2nd, and best ad woohoo(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kailin and i kept wandering around on the pretense of going toilet heh. but after that we got uhh super freaked out by jyap so we decided to just sit guai-ly in our seats. besides pheb's group was almost on!(x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114683710282075062?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114683710282075062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114683710282075062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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a nose ring&lt;br /&gt;she wears a two way but im not sure what that means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when she walks&lt;br /&gt;all the wind blows and the angels sing&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt notice me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz shes watching wrestling&lt;br /&gt;creaming over tough guys&lt;br /&gt;listening to rap metal&lt;br /&gt;turn tables in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like a bad movie&lt;br /&gt;shes looking through me&lt;br /&gt;if you were me then you would be&lt;br /&gt;screaming someone shoot me&lt;br /&gt;as i fail miserably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to get the girl all the bad guys want&lt;br /&gt;shes the girl all the bad guys want&lt;br /&gt;she likes the godsmack and i like agent orange&lt;br /&gt;her cd changers full of singers are mad at their dad&lt;br /&gt;she says shes like to score some reefer and a forty&lt;br /&gt;she'll never know that im the best that she'll never have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when she walks&lt;br /&gt;all the wind blows and the angels sing&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt notice me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz shes watching wrestling&lt;br /&gt;creaming over tough guys&lt;br /&gt;listening to rap metal&lt;br /&gt;turn tables in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;she likes them with a mustache&lt;br /&gt;racetrack season pass&lt;br /&gt;driving in a trans-am&lt;br /&gt;does a mullet make a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like a bad movie&lt;br /&gt;shes looking through me&lt;br /&gt;if you were me then you would be&lt;br /&gt;screaming someone shoot me&lt;br /&gt;as i fail miserably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to get the girl all the bad guys want&lt;br /&gt;shes the girl all the bad guys want&lt;br /&gt;shes the girl all the bad guys want&lt;br /&gt;shes the girl all the bad guys want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there she goes again&lt;br /&gt;with fishnets on and dreadlocks in her hair&lt;br /&gt;she broke my heart i wanna be sedated&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted was to see her naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im watching wrestling&lt;br /&gt;trying to be a tough guy&lt;br /&gt;listening to rap metal&lt;br /&gt;turn tables in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i cant grow a mustache&lt;br /&gt;and i aint go no season pass&lt;br /&gt;all i gots a moped, moped, moped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like a bad movie&lt;br /&gt;shes looking through me&lt;br /&gt;if you were me then you would be&lt;br /&gt;screaming someone shoot me&lt;br /&gt;as i fail miserably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to get the girl all the bad guys want&lt;br /&gt;shes the girl all the bad guys want&lt;br /&gt;shes the girl all the bad guys want&lt;br /&gt;shes the girl all the bad guys want&lt;br /&gt;shes the girl all the bad guys want&lt;br /&gt;there she goes again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes the girl all the bad guys want&lt;br /&gt;shes the girl all the bad guys want&lt;br /&gt;there she goes again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes the girl all the bad guys want&lt;br /&gt;shes the girl all the bad guys want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh SUPER nice song&lt;3 its so cool yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114674086878319082?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114674086878319082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114674086878319082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114674086878319082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114674086878319082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/bowling-for-soup-8-o-clock-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114673546833254049</id><published>2006-05-04T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T02:37:48.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKYOU CHLOE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from saving me from beta and rtc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^that was coz the ego pigg insisted ah, btw(x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114673546833254049?l=demurred.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-24463525.post-114673429365605161</id><published>2006-05-04T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T02:18:13.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello im drinking campbell cream of mushroom soup with one hand and typing this out with my other. but before you think that im very pro or anything (WHICH I AM, BTW) i shall clarify that im typing very slowly. heh. okay anw. had napfa yesterday. it sucked la i got bronze. yeahyeah i know i suck. its not my faaaaault): stupid IPU. i could only manage to do 5. hmpf. and then i decided to go for training instead of going for the retest, which i probably would have failed anyway &gt;&lt; but at least i beat my personalrecord for sit&amp;reach!(: i got 63 whoo yeah baby. and i honestly didnt feel any pull on my muscles. not trying to show off or anything kay its truee! i just stopped strecthing when i heard the whoaa(x thats so cool la. i was actually aiming for just a 60 yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i finished my soup. kay so uh we had spotcheck today. at first prama came in dressed in this hotpink sari(x then chloe was like 'must be spotcheck!' and i didnt really believe her but i pulled up my socks abit anyway. and then REALLY kena spotcheck la! i got booked for belt. which means im going for dc): i think i might have gotten beta. coz she looked at me, then stared really long at my socks, and went behind to look some more at my socks and hair, then i think she was about to say something when vivian suddenly came over and pulled my belt and said 'too loose.' then she sighed and booked me. and the prefect originally checking me just walked away la. oh and before that prama asked all of us to take our handphones out and put it on the table yeah. then justnice i forgot to bring my handphone today. coz i was charging last night. so the prefect stared at my table, then said 'take our your handphone' then i was like 'i didnt bring today.' and she gave me this weird stare. i dont really think she believed me, anyway. but HEY its true okay. oh and prama booked loong for fringe over face. but luckily for me right i pushed my fringe into my ponytail right after chlo suspected spotcheck so phew didnt get booked(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. but anyway thats 3 dcs for me. i hope i dont get beta):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114673429365605161?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114673429365605161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114673429365605161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114673429365605161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114673429365605161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-im-drinking-campbell-cream-of.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114657804667913837</id><published>2006-05-02T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T06:54:06.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH GO AND DIE GEOG):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand a thing man. im just blindly memorising bleahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the whole damn thing isnt even in the assessment books la. grr. buy for nothing okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i wouldnt even be here blogging, but im waiting for chlo to finish compiling her half of the geog notes(x because im fast and pro LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw congrats pheb for winning internal rounds(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CD HAMPER STILL ISNT HERE YET!): complaaaaaain. its taking so long la HMPF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114657804667913837?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114657804667913837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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blogging): im supposed to be mugging for eois AHH. bleah whatever anyway tmr is LABOUR DAY so who cares(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ponned classified yesterday for ndp btw so im like totally lost when people talk about it. DONT TALK ABOUT IT TO ME OKAY. i feel stupid coz i dont know. heh. ahwell anyway ndp was fun, so i think it was more than worth it la(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i didnt know we get 200 cip hours from ndp okay. like so cool ahh. and two whole cca points(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it wasnt really tiring yesterday i guess. but i dont know why la im having buttcramps today man. oww. i bet its from sitting down in the bus right after marching la. and possibly from all those half-hentaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so cool la the song we're marching in to(: &lt;s&gt;lyrics are kind of lame&lt;/s&gt; but the tune is uh. cute(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a stand;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loyal citizens of singapore&lt;br /&gt;take a stand, for our land&lt;br /&gt;island ho-me, where we all belong&lt;br /&gt;where our dreams, do come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the way, we'll keep our spirits high&lt;br /&gt;stepping out, striding forth&lt;br /&gt;all the way, we'll keep our spirits high&lt;br /&gt;standing tall, for our land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loyal citizens of singapore&lt;br /&gt;take a stand, for our land&lt;br /&gt;island ho-me, where we all belong&lt;br /&gt;where our dreams, do come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the way, we'll keep our spirits high&lt;br /&gt;stepping out, striding forth&lt;br /&gt;all the way, we'll keep our spirits high&lt;br /&gt;standing tall, for our land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically they keep repeating those two stanzas. and our cue to turn and stop is this 'BOOMBOOM' thing. so when our instructors give the command to stop, they dont give berhenti(x they say 'BOOMBOOM!' haha. its so cute la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and all sorts of weird companies are in the marching contingents 0.0 which is so weird hello. companies like ntuc, (ALL THE UNCLES AND AUNTIES!) nokia, motorola, pratnex (or whatever that is) who look like theyre participating enthusiastically in some walkajogathon man. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so bias la please. hmpf. and UNSUBTLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114639392631304130?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114639392631304130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114639392631304130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114639392631304130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114639392631304130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-really-shouldnt-be-blogging-im.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114632301708807753</id><published>2006-04-29T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T08:03:37.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello i was GOING to blog about ndp, but i just finished talking to gwen on the phone for like 2 and a half hours so i dont really feel like repeating myself again(x BYEBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahyeah, i know, this is a meaningless update. next time la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114632301708807753?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114632301708807753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114632301708807753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114632301708807753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114632301708807753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-i-was-going-to-blog-about-ndp.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114626761547110700</id><published>2006-04-28T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T16:40:15.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quick update before i go to school. im going for fa com second round selections (which i still cant believe i got in, by the way) and then rushing off for ndp training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can pon classified HAHA chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, last night was guides aa. it was quite fun la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i missed my bus because of this other stupid bus driver that nearly knocked me down and had to wait twenty minutes for another one. so i thought i was going to be late la. then when i reached orchard, i went to buy dinner for me and cherie to eat in school. and i happened to be quite lucky and didnt have to wait for any mrt, they just all reached when i reached. so i reached far east at about 6.10, and thought i was actually going to be on time. then after i bought our dinners i discovered that they blocked up the overhead bridge. so i walked all the way back to orchard mrt, took the underpass, walked all the way back to the bus stop, and waited for a bus. i think it was around 6.30 by then already. yeah and when i reached the bus stop outside school, this guide in front of me ran all the way from the bus stop up to the foyer. so obviously i was pretty worried that i was going to be really late, coz she was running and i was uh strolling. (what do you expect la i'd spill the dinners!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then cherie and i didnt see the ma'ams anywhere and the guides were still preparing, and we realised that they made us go there half an hour before the actual thing started. so we had time to eat our dinners. yup then after that we found the ma'ams and sat down next to the ncc people. at first we had like no idea where to go &gt;&lt; thanks lingmin for helping us find our seats!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. the items put up were pretty good, esp the ri guys' one. very cool(: and the acs one was pro man. all the gym routines(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but uh basically it was a real eye opener for me and cherie. coz all the scouts were acting super super COUGHHACKgayAHEMM. the guys next to us kept JUMPING and cheering super super gay-ly la. and the guy who won the 'next top model' game was sashaying on stage and doing this mock striptease thing. couldnt stand it man SO GAY LA. and the guys kept carrying one another on stage. anyway qiying said that the guys last year were way worse, so we should be thankful they played down the gayness abit this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food wasnt bad(x COOKIES. at first i tried to take the cookie using a toothpick &gt;&lt; then the guide there said, 'uh. these are meant to be taken by hand.' SO MALU heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114626761547110700?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114626761547110700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114626761547110700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114626761547110700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114626761547110700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/quick-update-before-i-go-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114621003780833318</id><published>2006-04-28T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T01:09:03.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uh i dont know what im doing here either so dont ask me okay. probably coz the late notice came right after i boarded the mrt. ah whatever anyway i still have to go back for aa in about 1 hour plus' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met anna and kelly on the mrt and &lt;s&gt;forced&lt;/s&gt; asked them to buy tickets(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls and boys-good charlotte;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;educated&lt;br /&gt;with money&lt;br /&gt;hes well dressed&lt;br /&gt;not funny&lt;br /&gt;and not much to say in most conversations&lt;br /&gt;but he'll fit the bill in all situations&lt;br /&gt;coz he pays for everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls dont like boys girls like cars and money-&lt;br /&gt;boys will laugh at girls when theyre not funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper&lt;br /&gt;or plastic&lt;br /&gt;dont matter&lt;br /&gt;she'll have it&lt;br /&gt;vacations&lt;br /&gt;and shopping sprees&lt;br /&gt;these are a few of her favourite things&lt;br /&gt;she'll get what she wants if shes willing to please&lt;br /&gt;his type of girl always comes with a fee&lt;br /&gt;hey now theres nothing for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls dont like boys girls like cars and money-&lt;br /&gt;boys will laugh at girls when theyre not funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these girls like these boys like these boys like these girls&lt;br /&gt;the girls with the bodies like boys with ferraris&lt;br /&gt;girls dont like boys girls like cars and money-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets go!&lt;br /&gt;(hip hip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls dont like boys girls like cars and money&lt;br /&gt;boys will laugh at girls when theyre not funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these girls like these boys like these boys like these girls&lt;br /&gt;the girls with the bodies like boys with ferraris&lt;br /&gt;girls dont like boys girls like cars and money-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of these boys yeah get all of these girls&lt;br /&gt;losing their souls in a material world&lt;br /&gt;all of these boys yeah get all of these girls&lt;br /&gt;losing their souls in a material world&lt;br /&gt;all of these boys yeah get all of these girls&lt;br /&gt;losing their souls in a material world&lt;br /&gt;all of these boys yeah get all of these girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a nice song!&lt;3 good charlotte rocks(: not more than clickfive, of course, but they still rock. close second. [edit] okay fine not exactly close. but still, you get my point right(x [/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114621003780833318?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114621003780833318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114621003780833318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114621003780833318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114621003780833318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/uh-i-dont-know-what-im-doing-here.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114613008533925288</id><published>2006-04-27T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T02:28:05.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night i slept at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cue the GASP!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you dont know me, i sleep super early(: at like 10-10.30. so 1am is like the second latest time ive stayed up until, like EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it wasnt to do history pt or anything, that was totally chionged earlier. you wanna know why? its coz i was HIGH. haha that uh rhymes. in a weird sort of way. yeah coz last night i won this S100 dollar cd hamper from YOUNG&lt;3 haha so cool right this is like the second time i won something from him. YOUNG ROCKS LA. haha(x so i basically couldnt sleep. and i listened to shanwee until i drifted off to sleep yeah. and i remember the time i saw on the clock right before i fell asleep was around 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i won it from this rhyme time thing yeah. where young gives you a phrase, then youre supposed to guess the song title that rhymes with that phrase, and sms it in. so the phrase was 'food fly pour how' and i didnt know the answer yeah. so i just gave up and continued surfing the net (while still listening to the radio) and i went to the clickfive website and saw 'say goodnight' so that just suddenly made me think of 'goodbye for now' i dont know why but i just felt the link, suddenly! so yeah ITS ALL THANKS TO THE CLICKFIVE&lt;3 and young too, of course(: then i googled 'lyrics goodbye for now' coz you needed to sms in the artiste name too yeah, and i saw POD. and i thought pod was a really weird thing to be called, but i smsed it in anyway. by that time it was already quite late la, so i thought i surely wouldnt get it. then i logged off msn (i was talking to chloe all this while) and IMMEDIATELY after that my phone rang! AND IT WAS YOUNGGGGG. AHHH. haha i was totally freaking out and yanking my phone out of the charger. =D my phone rocks okay this is the FOURTH time i talked to young on it. the first time, i called him and won the clickfive exclusive pass xD the second time, he called me to tell me the venue for the clickfive thing. the third time, i called him to make a dedication for our year. and this is the fourth time!(: so anyway. he asked me to say out the answer yeah, so i said 'goodbye for now.' and he said, 'the artiste?' and i replied 'pod.' then he started laughing like siao la. then i obviously realised something was wrong so i tried P.O.D. then he was like 'HAHA do you really think its pod!' and i was like 'uh. no?' then he was like 'i dont really believe that ah.' then uh talked abit more then after i told him address and whatever he asked 'eh just now did you really think it was pod, or you just say for like funny only?' and i was like 'heh i really thought it was pod!' and he burst out into laughter again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah whatever YOUNG IS STILL LOVE&lt;3 (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114613008533925288?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114613008533925288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114613008533925288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114613008533925288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114613008533925288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-night-i-slept-at-1am.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114606230629148636</id><published>2006-04-26T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T07:38:26.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay i finished history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i need more pictures. ugh. whatever i dont care la i cant find relevant ones lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID la you do such an ulu topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114606230629148636?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114606230629148636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114606230629148636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114606230629148636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114606230629148636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/yay-i-finished-history.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114597412519353232</id><published>2006-04-25T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T07:08:45.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im supposed to be doing history pt now. UGH. im just not in a working mood. (yeahyeah excuses i know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joke from erik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you a dirty joke&lt;br /&gt;john fell into mud&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you a dirtier joke&lt;br /&gt;john fell into more mud&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you a clean joke&lt;br /&gt;john took a bath&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you a cleaner joke&lt;br /&gt;john took a bath with bubbles&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you a sick joke&lt;br /&gt;bubbles is a girl&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you a sicker joke&lt;br /&gt;bubbles is a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh so lame(x haha but its funny whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i remembered what i was going to post yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday pheb!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee why are all my birthday messages late ah. nevermind ONE DAY ONLY(x lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umbrellas listen, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114597412519353232?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114597412519353232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114597412519353232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114597412519353232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114597412519353232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-supposed-to-be-doing-history-pt-now.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114587456133537037</id><published>2006-04-24T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T03:29:21.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to watch take the lead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after history pt la bleahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. can you believe that english pt is finally OVER, man!=D ahh. its over. its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still abit pissed, though. but whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh. ive forgotten what i wanted to post about. ahh. i had a much better topic than watching take the lead and english pt. but i cant remember it. so whatever(: BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114587456133537037?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114587456133537037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114587456133537037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114587456133537037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114587456133537037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-want-to-watch-take-lead-but-after.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114568068020740890</id><published>2006-04-21T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:38:00.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chloe asked me to blog about cip so here i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. erh. basically yesterday we went for cip! judging this littlekid atheletic tournament whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kailin chloe hoongyan nicky charmaine liz and i were in charge of hurdles. HOONGYAAAAAAN YOUR FAULT LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this school who purposely confused us yeah. and made kailin and i run all the way to the other end, realise we were being cheated, then run back and take timing half the way across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this one that was even worse la. the girl PURPOSELY dodged every single one of the hurdles okay. then she said she 'forgot'. RIGHT. YEAH. FORGET, HUH. then they wanted us to just add a few seconds on. but we didnt allow. so we asked for rerun. and then during the rerun one of the runners knocked down a hurdle. so the teacher was complaining again la. then, pissed off, i went to pick it up and accidentally blocked a runner. yeah i admit la that was my fault. but the teacher started yelling and bitching again. so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. im not naming the schools here la of course later i get sued for defaming the schools(x but you can ask me. if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the schools kept wanting demos la wahlao. so we got the two guys there to help us do demo. coz they were laughing at me and kailin for being cheated by the teacher. pffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114568068020740890?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114568068020740890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114568068020740890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114568068020740890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114568068020740890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/chloe-asked-me-to-blog-about-cip-so.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114567179624581172</id><published>2006-04-21T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T19:09:56.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blog is abit uh disgustingly mushy lol. but quite an interesting read la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colinandkero.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://colinandkero.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys are not bad looking yknow. but too bad la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and uh. i have nothing pro or against gays ah. just as a disclaimer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114567179624581172?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114567179624581172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114567179624581172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114567179624581172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114567179624581172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-blog-is-abit-uh-disgustingly.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114563290167837197</id><published>2006-04-21T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T08:21:41.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;belated &lt;/span&gt;BIRTHDAY ehhbaii!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114563290167837197?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114563290167837197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114563290167837197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114563290167837197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114563290167837197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-belated-birthday-ehhbaii3.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114563073797635773</id><published>2006-04-21T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T16:55:20.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh. i think i just missed my dedication on 987 coz i was watching the videos on the clickfive album they gave out during the meet and greet session. i just realised its the new version ahh(x sigh the session seems so long ago la. boo): anyway. &lt;em&gt;i think we're alone now&lt;/em&gt; sounds so nice la! its the bonus track yeah(: and and for the acoustic version on the track right. THE ONE THEY PLAYED LIVE FOR US SOUNDS SO MUCH NICER LA! but the one on the cd is still nice of course(: but i tell you la the one they played live at the studio was SO cool okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dedicated saving jane- THE GIRL NEXT DOOR(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. i heard the song. but i missed the dedication part la &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think we're alone now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there doesnt seem to be anyone else around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think we're alone now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the beating of our hearts is the only sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114563073797635773?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114563073797635773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114563073797635773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114563073797635773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114563073797635773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114553959364162883</id><published>2006-04-20T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T06:26:33.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone just smsed young asking, "are you sexy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then young replied, "well. if i said yes, everyone would go 'eeeh this guy NO shame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but, if i said no, then i'd be lying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114553959364162883?l=demurred.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-24463525.post-114553690925652589</id><published>2006-04-20T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T05:41:49.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saving jane; girl next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small town homecoming queen&lt;br /&gt;shes the star in this scene&lt;br /&gt;theres no way to deny shes lovley&lt;br /&gt;perfect skin, perfect hair&lt;br /&gt;perfumed hearts everywhere&lt;br /&gt;tell myself that inside shes ugly&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just jealous&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but hate her&lt;br /&gt;secretly i wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is the prom queen; im in the marching band&lt;br /&gt;she is a cheerleader; im sitting in the stands&lt;br /&gt;she gets the top bunk; im sleeping on the floor&lt;br /&gt;shes miss america and im just the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senior class president&lt;br /&gt;she must be heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;she was never the last one standing&lt;br /&gt;a backseat debutaunt&lt;br /&gt;everything that you want&lt;br /&gt;never to harsh or too demanding&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll admit it&lt;br /&gt;im a little bitter&lt;br /&gt;everybody loves her but i just wanna hit her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is the prom queen; im in the marching band&lt;br /&gt;she is a cheerleader; im sitting in the stands&lt;br /&gt;she gets the top bunk; im sleeping on the floor&lt;br /&gt;shes miss america and im just the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;oh im just the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why im feeling sorry for myself&lt;br /&gt;i spend all my time wishin that i was someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is the prom queen im in the marching band&lt;br /&gt;she is a cheerleader im sitting in the stands&lt;br /&gt;i get a little bit she gets a little more&lt;br /&gt;shes miss america and&lt;br /&gt;shes miss america&lt;br /&gt;im just the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY what a nice song(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114553690925652589?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114553690925652589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114553690925652589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114553690925652589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114553690925652589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/saving-jane-girl-next-door-small-town.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114544220993222229</id><published>2006-04-19T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T03:23:29.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its book day tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i mean, prefect-book book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kailin and i are dying our hair(: with streaks of brown and blonde. the hair dye is COOL la(x i like the brown! the blonde didnt really show that much in my hair coz there was really little. so maybe put more tomorrow la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;splurgee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am super broke now okay. seriously la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114544220993222229?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114544220993222229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114544220993222229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114544220993222229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114544220993222229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-book-day-tmr-and-i-mean-prefect.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114527907171182931</id><published>2006-04-17T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T06:04:31.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com.sg/viItem?ItemId=9127111038"&gt;http://www.ebay.com.sg/viItem?ItemId=9127111038&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bid, people BID!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114527907171182931?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114527907171182931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114527907171182931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114527907171182931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114527907171182931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114527446903749370</id><published>2006-04-17T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T04:49:20.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clickfive session rocked, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lets make it sound sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kailin has traces of eric dill on her(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im too tired to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyes i have 3 zouk passes up for grabs. im underage): so i cant go. you gotta be 16 and above. its THIS wed, so i dont think i'd be able to sell it on ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric dill and joey zehr are just SO SO SO SO HOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114527446903749370?l=demurred.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-24463525.post-114519586672446620</id><published>2006-04-16T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T06:57:47.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHH I CANT BELIEVE THAT ITS REALLY TMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so scared that someones gonna pinch me and im gonna wake up and find this is all a dream and i tell you if that happens i will get a heart attack and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you know i went shopping today. then i went to the library with my two cousins. and my younger (boy)cousin apparently likes me alot la. he kept following me around. then my aunt went shopping, and left him with me. and then he told me he had to 'go poopiee!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WAS DAMN GROSSED OUT OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like like no choice right. i had to bring him):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and EW EW EW it was so disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i complained to my aunt when she came back and she couldnt stop laughing. then my brother and sister also apparently found it extremely amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY FUNNY MEHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i had to clean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and he did it twice okay. coz you know like i didnt exactly want to watch him. so i turned away and was smsing kailin. then he said 'fineeshh!' and i replied, 'wait!' coz i wanted to finish replying her sms. and 3 seconds later he repeated 'FINEEEEESHH!' and i said 'wait!' again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i finished replying the sms and i turned around and i was like 'okay. you done right?' then he suddenly said 'oops. i need to go again!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEE. yes i know this is very very gross okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my aunt thinks my cousin purposely did that, by the way. to make fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMPF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114519586672446620?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114519586672446620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114519586672446620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114519586672446620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114519586672446620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/ahhhhhhhhhh-i-cant-believe-that-its.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114518197893702700</id><published>2006-04-16T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T03:06:18.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay on wed remind me to post a huge birthday message for abby okay people!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH. i bought a skirt to wear to the meet and greet session tmr. and i shall wear my black sequinned shirt along with it THANKYOU SHONA for the advice!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll be back in school by 10 la. coz we're sposed to meet at 8.15, and i think it'll last for maybe half an hour to one hour. then i take taxi back to school. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH im so excited(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114518197893702700?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114518197893702700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114518197893702700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114518197893702700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114518197893702700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/okay-on-wed-remind-me-to-post-huge.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114508620375471119</id><published>2006-04-15T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T07:04:15.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chlo's blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been in love &lt;/strong&gt;(but not the serious serious kind(x)&lt;br /&gt;been dumped&lt;br /&gt;shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;been fired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been in a fist fight&lt;/strong&gt; (erh. kind of fake la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;snuck out of your parent's house &lt;/strong&gt;(more like walked blatantly out, but yeah. basic idea la)&lt;br /&gt;been arrested&lt;br /&gt;gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;skipped school &lt;/strong&gt;(and im going to again this monday for CLICKFIVE, BABY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seen someone die&lt;/strong&gt; (dying, but i didnt see the full process)&lt;br /&gt;been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been on a plane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love someone or miss someone right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lain on your back and watched cloud shapes go by &lt;/strong&gt;(just now! with annaaa.)&lt;br /&gt;made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;built a sand castle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;played dress up&lt;br /&gt;jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheated while playing a game&lt;/strong&gt; (like DUH? xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been lonely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fallen asleep at work/school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;used a fake id  &lt;/strong&gt;(does computer games count(x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watched the sun set&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt an earthquake/tremor&lt;br /&gt;been through a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;touched a snake&lt;/strong&gt; (in p5. a REAL live anaconda. my friend saboed me into carrying the HEAD la!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slept beneath the stars&lt;/strong&gt; (at the beach! but erh my dad woke me up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been tickled&lt;/strong&gt; (all the time, baby. longest record: one minute of tickling/poking by kailin and pippy at my sleepover AHH.)&lt;br /&gt;been robbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;liked the way I look&lt;/strong&gt; (sometimes(:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;questioned my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;/strong&gt; (WHEE!=D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;squished barefoot through the mud&lt;/strong&gt; (ew it was so gross)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been lost&lt;/strong&gt; (super often(x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been to the opposite side of the country&lt;/strong&gt; (JURONG. haha)&lt;br /&gt;swum in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;recently colored with crayons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;made prank phone calls&lt;/strong&gt; (HEH. remember, joan!)&lt;br /&gt;laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;danced in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blown bubbles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;gone roller-skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;glued your hand to something&lt;/strong&gt; (ouch.)&lt;br /&gt;got your tongue stuck to a flag pole&lt;br /&gt;kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;/strong&gt; (pretty often)&lt;br /&gt;done a one-handed cartwheel (two handed only heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;stayed up all night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't take a shower for a week&lt;br /&gt;pick and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;/strong&gt; (FREAKY LA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;believed in ghosts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have more then 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;jumped into a pool/hot tub/lake with all your clothes on (but my brother and sister jumped into a fishpond! AND GOT BITTEN HAHAHAAHA)&lt;br /&gt;been told you're hot by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been easily amused &lt;/strong&gt;(always la.)&lt;br /&gt;caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;cried so hard you laughed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;cheated on a lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have a Britney Spears CD&lt;/strong&gt; (of course la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forgotten someone's name&lt;/strong&gt; (heh i forget lots of people's names)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;French braided someone's hair&lt;/strong&gt; (my own)&lt;br /&gt;gone skinny dipping in a pool&lt;br /&gt;have had a fantasy over someone you love as a good friend&lt;br /&gt;run tanned naked&lt;br /&gt;ran naked in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just back from ehhbaii's party. AND I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS HER BIRTHDAY LA OMG. like heh what kind of person comes to a birthday party not knowing it was a birthday party. okay i need to get a present for her and bring on mon(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and HAHA i have some super patheticlooking pictures of annaa(x so fun whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114508620375471119?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114508620375471119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114508620375471119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114508620375471119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114508620375471119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/chlos-blog-been-in-love-but-not.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114507936128961732</id><published>2006-04-14T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T22:36:01.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>young should really get contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his glasses make him look so nerdy la. without glasses hes like so hot(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes hotter than shan wee, even.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114507936128961732?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114507936128961732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114507936128961732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114507936128961732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114507936128961732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/young-should-really-get-contacts.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114507389726328635</id><published>2006-04-14T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T21:04:57.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee i shall type out more lyrics while listening to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll take my chances- CLICKFIVE(duhh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and i;&lt;br /&gt;we never had it easy baby&lt;br /&gt;we've had to work so hard.&lt;br /&gt;and everytime;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like we're gonna make it-&lt;br /&gt;thats when it falls apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, ooh hoo&lt;br /&gt;baby i'll take my chances with you-&lt;br /&gt;ooh hoo,&lt;br /&gt;baby i'll take my chances with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every night;&lt;br /&gt;i think about the mistakes i made-&lt;br /&gt;i try to change my ways.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont mind;&lt;br /&gt;all the little games we play,&lt;br /&gt;and all the foolish things you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz, ooh hoo,&lt;br /&gt;baby i'll take my chances with you-&lt;br /&gt;thats what im gonna do&lt;br /&gt;ooh hoo, baby i'll take my chances with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is what you make it;&lt;br /&gt;so give it one more try.&lt;br /&gt;coz i feel so down,&lt;br /&gt;when youre not around-&lt;br /&gt;i just cant change it,&lt;br /&gt;ohhh oh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and i;&lt;br /&gt;we never had it easy baby&lt;br /&gt;we've both been hurt before&lt;br /&gt;(both been hurt before..)&lt;br /&gt;and everytime;&lt;br /&gt;you tell us if we gonna make it-&lt;br /&gt;theres no way to be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but; ooh hoo,&lt;br /&gt;baby i'll take my chances with you&lt;br /&gt;thats what im gonna do!&lt;br /&gt;ooh hoo, baby i'll take my chances with you&lt;br /&gt;you know its true-&lt;br /&gt;ooh hoo, baby i'll take my chances with you&lt;br /&gt;thats what im gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;ooh hoo, baby i'll take my chances-&lt;br /&gt;i'll take my chances with youuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE. okay. erh. i shall go rummage for the invitation card abby gave me now(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114507389726328635?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114507389726328635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114507389726328635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114507389726328635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114507389726328635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/whee-i-shall-type-out-more-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114507310155870551</id><published>2006-04-14T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T20:51:41.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh i dont know what to wear for the meet and greet session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW): bleah. obviously i cant wear school u coz that would make it super obvious im ponning school hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw its hollabackcrew finals today! i couldnt get tickets but whocares(: meeting clickfive rocks so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I JUST REMEMBERED. ABBY'S BBQ IS TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i completely forgot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. haha i was thinking of going to the hollabackcrew finals anyway just to see young!(x but ohwell must go for abby's bbq(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll catch a glimpse of young at the radio station monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highly doubt it though. his shift's at night lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmwell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114507310155870551?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114507310155870551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114507310155870551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114507310155870551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114507310155870551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/ahh-i-dont-know-what-to-wear-for-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114502984814862432</id><published>2006-04-14T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:50:48.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hm. i blog alot nowadays dont i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that may be a bad thing. i sound so dense haha. and weirdly swoon-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall attempt to make this post sound cheem(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknow actually im quite glad diary-x crashed, in a way. my super super lame and malu sec1 entries were all there &gt;&lt; and i CLEARLY do not want anyone to read those haha. esp juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i couldnt bear to delete them even though i was super tempted to. i kept thinking that one day i'd look back and laugh at these memories and if i deleted them i'd have nothing to laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell diary-x deleted them for me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erhh. listen to this radio ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"youve tuned in to shan wee on 987. changing station may result in your radio exploding"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol so lame la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shanwee GO AWAY i want young back):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ads about YOUNG;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when young speaks, umbrellas listen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"boxers. briefs. young. what do YOU have in your pants?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH the songs finished transferring haha okay BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114502984814862432?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114502984814862432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114502984814862432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114502984814862432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114502984814862432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114502680580037577</id><published>2006-04-14T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:00:06.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have short term memory!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mistook the person kailin just told me looks like her 'gent for her 'gent(x heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY i know im blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some highpitched girl called nana just won the last pass to meet&amp;amp;greet clickfive. pffft was trying to win that for kailin. but couldnt get through la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114502680580037577?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114502680580037577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114502680580037577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114502680580037577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114502680580037577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-short-term-memory-i-mistook.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114501078205295413</id><published>2006-04-14T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T03:33:40.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am currently obsessed with fridaynight(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics; (HANDTYPED =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manic mondays, singing me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;you could use some time to breathe&lt;br /&gt;wake up please&lt;br /&gt;lonely weekend; isnt what you need&lt;br /&gt;you wont feel so guilty coz you'll love the crime of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAYNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;baby are you sleeping-&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAYNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;my heart is still beating&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;ITS ALL RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;open up your sleepy eyes(:&lt;br /&gt;come alive, come alive; on fridaynight&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wearing nightclothes never felt so cold&lt;br /&gt;wish we were a little older;&lt;br /&gt;restless souls&lt;br /&gt;i cant hold this letter for too long&lt;br /&gt;wont you open up your window&lt;br /&gt;come outside on-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAYNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;baby are you sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAYNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;my heart is still beating-&lt;br /&gt;ITS ALLRIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;curfews gonna break my heart&lt;br /&gt;so come and meet me in the dark on;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAYNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;youre under the covers&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAYNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;we could be lovers&lt;br /&gt;ITS ALL RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;open up your sleepy eyes;&lt;br /&gt;come alive, come alive on friday night&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby its no surprise&lt;br /&gt;the price is right, im bob barker&lt;br /&gt;hold on to the prize&lt;br /&gt;coz its fridaynight, fridaynight, come alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAYNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;baby are you sleeping-&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAYNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;my heart is still beating;&lt;br /&gt;ITS ALL RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;curfews gonna break my heart&lt;br /&gt;so come and meet me in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAYNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;youre still under the covers-&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAYNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;we could be lovers&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;ITS ALL RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;open up your sleepy eyes;&lt;br /&gt;so come alive, come alive on fridaynight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;come alive, come alive on fridaynight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come alive, come alive-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY ITS SO NICE&lt;3 ahh we should all love clickfive(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and young!(: we should all love young too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114501078205295413?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114501078205295413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114501078205295413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114501078205295413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114501078205295413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-currently-obsessed-with.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114500922467838526</id><published>2006-04-14T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T03:07:04.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH IM SO HAPPY(: my parents finally replaced my mp3 that my sis spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY NEW ONE IS PINK!&lt;3 haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fionachew YOUNG IS HOT OKAY. pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114500922467838526?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114500922467838526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114500922467838526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114500922467838526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114500922467838526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/ahhh-im-so-happy-my-parents-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114493669511829855</id><published>2006-04-13T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T07:00:47.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think young's dp is hot(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is so hot!(x and NICE HAHA MY EXCLUSIVEPASS&lt;3 young rocks. i love young(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever the clickfive are still hotter(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHH WAHLAO THIS GAY JUST CALLED YOUNG. and young asked him 'what do you think of shakira?' and the &lt;s&gt;guy&lt;/s&gt; gay said 'supersuper sexy' and then young asked him 'what do you think of me?' and the GAYGAYGAYGAY &lt;u&gt;GAY&lt;/u&gt; said 'superSUPER sexy'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep your gay paws off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;EEE why are his mms uploads so ugly. ew. nevermind it must be the lousy camera angle(:&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114493669511829855?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114493669511829855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114493669511829855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114493669511829855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114493669511829855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-think-youngs-dp-is-hot-he-is-so-hotx.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114493324035635515</id><published>2006-04-13T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T06:00:40.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh this song is so cool haha. mr mizar played it for us in school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;civil war-guns n' roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What we've got here is failure to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;Some men you just can't reach...&lt;br /&gt;So, you get what we had here last week,&lt;br /&gt;which is the way he wants it!&lt;br /&gt;Well, he gets it!&lt;br /&gt;N' I don't like it any more than you men." *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at your young men fighting&lt;br /&gt;Look at your women crying&lt;br /&gt;Look at your young men dying&lt;br /&gt;The way they've always done before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the hate we're breeding&lt;br /&gt;Look at the fear we're feeding&lt;br /&gt;Look at the lives we're leading&lt;br /&gt;The way we've always done before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;The billions shift from side to side&lt;br /&gt;And the wars go on with brainwashed pride&lt;br /&gt;For the love of God and our human rights&lt;br /&gt;And all these things are swept aside&lt;br /&gt;By bloody hands time can't deny&lt;br /&gt;And are washed away by your genocide&lt;br /&gt;And history hides the lies of our civil wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'you wear a black armband&lt;br /&gt;When they shot the man&lt;br /&gt;Who said "Peace could last forever"&lt;br /&gt;And in my first memories&lt;br /&gt;They shot Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;I went numb when I learned to see&lt;br /&gt;So I never fell for Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all&lt;br /&gt;That you can't trust freedom&lt;br /&gt;When it's not in your hands&lt;br /&gt;When everybody's fightin'&lt;br /&gt;For their promised land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your civil war&lt;br /&gt;It feeds the rich while it buries the poor&lt;br /&gt;Your power hungry sellin' soldiers&lt;br /&gt;In a human grocery store&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that fresh&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your civil war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the shoes your filling&lt;br /&gt;Look at the blood we're spilling&lt;br /&gt;Look at the world we're killing&lt;br /&gt;The way we've always done before&lt;br /&gt;Look in the doubt we've wallowed&lt;br /&gt;Look at the leaders we've followed&lt;br /&gt;Look at the lies we've swallowed&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to hear no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;For all I've seen has changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;But still the wars go on as the years go by&lt;br /&gt;With no love of God or human rights&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all these dreams are swept aside&lt;br /&gt;By bloody hands of the hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;Who carry the cross of homicide&lt;br /&gt;And history bears the scars of our civil wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We practice selective annihilation of mayors&lt;br /&gt;And government officials&lt;br /&gt;For example to create a vacuum&lt;br /&gt;Then we fill that vacuum&lt;br /&gt;As popular war advances&lt;br /&gt;Peace is closer" **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your civil war&lt;br /&gt;It feeds the rich while it buries the poor&lt;br /&gt;Your power hungry sellin' soldiers&lt;br /&gt;In a human grocery store&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that fresh&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need your civil war&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your civil war&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your civil war&lt;br /&gt;Your power hungry sellin' soldiers&lt;br /&gt;In a human grocery store&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that fresh&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your civil war&lt;br /&gt;I don't need one more war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need one more war&lt;br /&gt;Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA the last line is so cute the way they say it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114493324035635515?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114493324035635515/comments/default' 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type='html'>ahh i &lt;3 our stories(: BUT I &lt;3 THE CLICKFIVE MORE OF COURSE AHH(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHLOE next time we can sell our funfunfun stories and be the new jkrowlings =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; actually for this story we used a different zig for every line but im too lazy to put so many colours here so i shall just put two kay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; chloe;orange. me;pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;.there was this pop group called pink losers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;.they were famous for their song, "that hot girl"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;.their leader was this young kid called carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;.he was really really hot and was swarmed with admirers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;.jealous of his popularity was his groupmate chandler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;.chandler was really ugly and he was an awful singer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;.to get rid of carter he hired a seasoned gunslinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;.who chickened out when he saw the heartthrob-charmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;.so with chandler's failure he was fired by his manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;.so carter had to hire a new guitarist-backup dancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;.the noob called shawn turned out to be even better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;.but what he really lacked was the all-important VIGOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;.anyway the band had a girl whos name was tara(pronounced tahh-rerhh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;.in secret she was carter's no.1 super crusher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;.she realised this when pinklosers toured in Niger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;.but carter actually had his own personal lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;.her identity was never revealed to pinklosers even on paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;.carter thought when she went missing 2 years ago she was lost forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;.in reality she went into hiding eating burgers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;.and she actually was chandler after she became a transsexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;.anyway carter didnt know all these until much later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;.so he refused to date or go out with any others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;.so all his fans, because of the transsexual CHANDLA, had to suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;.tara, one day, found out when she peeked at chandler's journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;.it revealed 'ohmygosh its a blast to be a trans- just SUPER!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;.she pondered revealing this to carter; but however&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;.it didnt seem very noble to be a tattler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;.so she 'accidentally' mentionted it to shawn, a londoner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;.shawns actions that follow, make this story more of a thriller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;.after he revealed chandler's identity, carter went to look for the latter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6633;"&gt;.confrontation followed, something freakish happened like a chiller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;.they accepted each other, went to bed and lived happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH. okay. BYEBYE im off to bake a birthday cake for my dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114491980068893307?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114491980068893307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114491980068893307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114491980068893307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114491980068893307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/ahh-i-3-our-stories-but-i-3-clickfive.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114485335317185726</id><published>2006-04-12T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T07:49:13.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHH I WON TICKETS TO THE CLICKFIVE EXCLUSIVE MEET AND GREET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GET TO MEET THEM IN PERSON OMG OMG OMG OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 I LOVE THE CLICK FIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS EVEN BETTER THAN THE HOLLABACK CREW TICKETS HELLO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114485335317185726?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114485335317185726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114485335317185726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114485335317185726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114485335317185726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/ahhhhhh-i-won-tickets-to-clickfive.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114485266809152006</id><published>2006-04-12T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T07:37:48.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STORYTIME, BABES!(:&lt;br /&gt;purple;me. orange;chloe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.susie was a sweet, innocent little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.she had a bestfriend whose name was pearl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.they had the cutest bestfriend bracelets in all the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.their bracelets were so cute on command they could curl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.one day sally's bracelet was stolen from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.pearl suggested looking around their favourite fir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.they ran into a pervert named Earl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.one look at him and their minds went into a whirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.earl was uglier than heath ledger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.with him was his sister named Shirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.earl raped sally and pearl together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.with a spying journalist nearby; it was in the headlines with a pen's twirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.shirl had a cat who liked to purr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.it was this kitty who sold the story for a fluffy coat of fur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.earl was furious at the betraying traitor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.shirl demanded "what'd you shout at him for!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.he ignored her and murdered the animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.when the SPCA came he acted blur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.but they dug up the carcass of the cat named murl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.and the case of sally and pearl at him they wanted to hurl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.they sent him to a judge named zurl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.and so earl's crimes began to unfurl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.he went to jail, or as earl said it,'jurl'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh im so sorry the last part my rhyming was crap haha. ran out of stuff that rhymes lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next story! by the way there are some CONNOTATIONS here so cough if you dont get it ask me!(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue;chlo. red;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;the smith family were going on holiday to broke-back mountain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;john smith and tom smith, and their two adopted kids were extremely excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;they had just seen the movie by lee ang as a family and thought it very &lt;em&gt;interesting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;john thought that heath ledger looked the hottest in the film, making tom jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;tom instead thought that jake gyllenhaal looked way better than ledger hands down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tom commented,"i bet jake gyllenhaal would beat you, easy, under the covers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;john, shell-shocked, retorted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"heath ledger has a bigger (censored)!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and erh chloe refused to continue after this she was too grossed out(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next onee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;once there was a prince called 娘娘腔.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;even though he was 42 years old, he still couldnt find a girlfriend, and thus his parents did not allow him to ascend the throne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;instead it went to the crown prince his brother prince david when their father died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;it was their parents' wish that if  娘娘腔 married before 43, he would get the throne from his brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;however, this would only be valid before his father kind  娘娘腔sr. died(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;prince david gloated over his success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;besides wouldnt the people rather have a handsome, manly king?( 娘娘腔 was quite ugly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;but one fine day david got knocked down by a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and he died so his brother got the throne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114485266809152006?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114485266809152006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114485266809152006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114485266809152006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114485266809152006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/storytime-babes-purpleme.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114476614058656200</id><published>2006-04-11T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T07:35:40.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT MY TICKETS I WANT MY TICKETS I WANT MY TICKETS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMPF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care i want to see the clickfivee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last day to get tickets is tmr! AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seriously considering ponning school to try and get my tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMPF. why i keep getting the damn thing wrong leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fionachew predicted i'd get my tickets by 3am. THREEAM hello if i sleep so late i'll die for tmr. what with the evil smiley hints lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the radio is playing goodday again!&lt;3 yay haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see ericdill. he is HOT okay. joey zehr also quite hot. ahhh. ethan mentzer not bad(x joe guese and ben romans are ugly though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHO CARES THEY ALL STILL ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want i want i want!):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114476614058656200?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114476614058656200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114476614058656200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114476614058656200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114476614058656200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-want-my-tickets-i-want-my-tickets-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114474597446809011</id><published>2006-04-11T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T01:59:34.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ass</title><content type='html'>last night after calling for damn long, and like a million(okay fine maybe 200) times, i finally got through into 987. and then i couldnt guess the damn word yeah. coz it was like guess the secret word then i couldnt get it. so then danielong(the dj) said, "hey, how would you feel if i gave you some tickets anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me(thinking he was serious): I'D BE REALLY HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danielong; HAHA WELL TOO BAD SORRY IM NOT GIVING YOU ANY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he started to laugh evilly. grr. that ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and today when going home by mrt i leaned on this door yeah. and then this cleaner opened the door and i fell in. UGH. couldnt he open the door like 10 seconds later AFTER the mrt came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and another ass is going to get me into dc. pffft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114474597446809011?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114474597446809011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114474597446809011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114474597446809011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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too and had a magic mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;her parents were the richest and most powerful in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;they bought the girl, named rose, anything she fancied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;every saturday her mom went shopping and bought her a new toy, but one day she came home empty-handed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;papa asked rose why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rose exclaimed, her face cherry red with fury,"there are NO more new toys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i never want to go there again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rose went to her personal toymakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"make me somthing new i'll never be bored of," she demanded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the toymakers blustered, because they had completely run out of ideas, but they were not supposed to say no to rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and so they finally created the world's first ROSE©doll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the ROSE© did not have all those boring, talking functions, but instead had 26 different lasers and 72 types of guns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;it even had a microchip and could thus effectively communicate with rose herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rose loved her ROSE© doll, and commanded her toymakers to create an army of these for her to play with&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;secretly she wanted a dollhouse for the twofeet tall ROSE©s, but kept mum temporarily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rose kept demanding more and more dolls, and needed a whole hotel for all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hotel ROSE© was even fully booked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rose was now even more powerful than her parents, and decided to take over the world with the help of her hotel of ROSE© dolls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open ending! haha its up to the imagination(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me;orange. chloe; red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;title; its HIS wallet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jenny swooned as she stared at the pinup of joshua ang on the boutique's window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;her huge blue eyes sparkled as she thought of his hunky, tanned, hot, talldarkandhandsome physique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;then her attention was caught by this young man who walked by looking freakishly familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;as he sauntered past, a small black wallet fell out of his back pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jen's eyes swivelled to the wallet only after the guy entered the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;she went over and grasped the wallet in her slender white fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this could be my one-and-only chance to talk to him! she realised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;she pried open the wallet and glanced at the ID, and her eyes widened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it said JOSHUA ANG in block letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jenny squealed in delight, and all those cliched lovestories flashed through her mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her favourite: girl meets boy through an amazing coincidence, and girl STARTS GOING OUT with boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;just then, the guy came out of the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jenny's heart started going into overdrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;she meekly approached the guy and began to grin uncontrollably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"hi..." she stammered,"umm did you drop your wallet? cause i think..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the guy raised an eyebrow at the desperately grinning angmoh clutching the wallet he had just stolen from joshua ang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he decided to play along."er, yeah. you found it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jenny squealed and nodded her head furiously, her blond curls flipping over her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so that day while jenny went home thinking how clever she was to meet him, the guy went thinking how stupid she was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha its SO cool OKAY =D haha. okay. erh. i shall go find something else to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ the stories whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114465785595988870?l=demurred.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-24463525.post-114450442229825982</id><published>2006-04-08T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T06:53:42.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohhyes did i blog about sportsfest!(: i drank fourhalf cups of milo. thankyou kailin gayle gwen jiaying adeline(: haha so cool right four and a half cups of milo without even leaving the fa tent!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you know the instructor today told me 'you can tie whatever bandage you want la.' so i wanted to tie arm sling coz very easy mah! and then liangsi and chloe said that figure of eight was easier! for anklesprain, that is. yeah so i gave in and did, then the instructor said we can actually do it the other way round, backwards, which totally confused me &gt;&lt; but erh he passed me anyway =D hee. aiyah should have just done armsling la but whatever. so cool haha i got to CHOOSE! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh i like fiona's edition of the song. so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114450442229825982?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114450442229825982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114450442229825982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114450442229825982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114450442229825982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/ohhyes-did-i-blog-about-sportsfest-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114448315465629808</id><published>2006-04-08T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T01:03:59.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i could do this for WEEEEEEEKS =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/11117398/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/view/11117398/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;ahh okay fine maybe i cant. already bought every single thing available(x&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-24463525.post-114447997506395491</id><published>2006-04-08T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T00:06:15.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh cannot believe i got fullmarks for sfa la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably coz they so lazy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my TICKETS hmpf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114447997506395491?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114447997506395491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114447997506395491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114447997506395491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114447997506395491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/ahhh-cannot-believe-i-got-fullmarks.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114441428530678940</id><published>2006-04-07T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T05:56:59.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pffft very bored. quiz from chlo!&lt;/span&gt; (bear with it the interesting part comes after!(x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who sits on the left, right, in front of and behind you in class?&lt;br /&gt;left - chloelim!&lt;br /&gt;right - lingmin&lt;br /&gt;front - eunice&lt;br /&gt;behind - blackboaaaard(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Name any 7 girls in your class.&lt;br /&gt;kailin chloe hoongyan pheb limhui nicolechen elissaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What is your CCA?&lt;br /&gt;REDCROSS&lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who's the quietest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hm. sam la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The class clown?&lt;br /&gt;dont think theres one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Smartest student?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;crystalang la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Most hardworking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;EUNICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sweetest? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmm dont know, erik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Most innocent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;our class is very un-innocent(x but maybe erik la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Always getting into trouble?&lt;br /&gt;kailin and hoongyan(x jquahs fav targets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Most creative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;beckyliu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Favourite teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hm. mr mizar/mrs mohd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Funniest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uh. mr mizar? dontknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your best moment in class?&lt;br /&gt;class very good MEH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What do you do during recess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;either stay in class with kailin or go down and greet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What do you do during class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;play hangman =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who always laughs in class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;NSL. shes always the only one laughing at her own jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Favourite hangout with friends in school? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;canteen? dont really have one la. BUT WHEN IM SEC FOUR IT WILL BE THE REDCROSS ROOM =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Post you've got in school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it rep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;im not dying la, thankyouverymuch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OHYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;chloe and i wrote fairytales during science =D okay i think it was science yeah. haha. heres the first one. blue is chlo's lines, pink is mine(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;once upon a time there lived a fairy called chiobu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she had a boyfriend named w(CENSORED to protect person's privacy)choo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;she had a pet name for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it was 'old guy with alot of money'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;anyway one fine day chiobu was taking a walk with w(censored) when something strange happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;chiobu immediately gasped loudly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;a leprechaun leapt out from some bushes and stole w(censored)'s money! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;chiobu, reacting quickly, chased after the leprechaun and called "hey hottie, wait up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;thus w(censored) was left all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;an old woman came along and asked him what was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;the sobbing pixie blubbered, telling old woman what chiobu did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the old lady was furious and exclaimed, "you blundering fool, WHY NEVER CHASE AFTER THEM?! that leprechaun is my longlost son!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay SORRY it doesnt make sense but whatever(x next story! this next one RHYMES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;.princess lisa lived in a palace in a faraway land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.she was so rich the CLICKFIVE&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;.no food she ate could ever be bland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.she had the finest robes, making her look less wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;.'cause each of them fetched at least a few grand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.she was also attractive to tons of men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;.all of them said, "you cant only be ten!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.she only had grown ups as her friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;.except for one, a kid named ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.he was hunky and tall and ohsotanned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;.but sad to say, he had everyday shoes to mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.his parents were dead and his sister sold cans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;all they had in common was that they practiced zen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day ben gave lisa a pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;she knew she liked him, but explained,"i only am a poor man"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll seek my future and be back godknowswhen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;our story ends with lisa in tears and good ol' ben turning his back and away he ran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a TRAGEDY!): haha. okay byebye! off to mug fa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114441428530678940?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114441428530678940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114441428530678940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114441428530678940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114441428530678940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/pffft-very-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114440656375961100</id><published>2006-04-07T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T03:42:43.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT TICKETS TO HOLLABACKCREW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO SEE CLICKFIVE):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been trying to call in/sms the whole day but STILL cant get the tickets PFFFT. I WANT LEH. hmm tmr right after sfa i could try chionging straight to orchard and trying to get the tickets(: I SHALL GO FIND SOMEONE TO GO WITH ME YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114440656375961100?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114440656375961100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114440656375961100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114440656375961100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114440656375961100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-want-tickets-to-hollabackcrew-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114431600740437223</id><published>2006-04-06T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T02:40:26.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY my clickfive cd i missed youu&lt;3 haha sorry i sound very lame. whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH GOOD DAY IS SO NICE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall type the lyrics out while listening to the song&lt;3 (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early in my hotel room, wait for my alarm to go&lt;br /&gt;think about the things im gotta do, damn my mind is gonna blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im freaking out about whats ahead, maybe i'll just stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;coz its no fun to be the one going outta my head&lt;br /&gt;so i tell it to myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre looking for something you cant find&lt;br /&gt;if you give it up you'll lose your mind&lt;br /&gt;theres always something in your way&lt;br /&gt;but what can you say?&lt;br /&gt;youre gonna have a good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quit my job about a week ago, told them that i need some time&lt;br /&gt;and now im going strong on lexapro, doctor said im feeling fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im freaking out about whats ahead, maybe i'll just stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;coz its no fun to be the one going out of my head&lt;br /&gt;so i tell it to myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre looking for something you cant find&lt;br /&gt;if you give it up you'll lose your mind&lt;br /&gt;theres always something in your way&lt;br /&gt;but what can you say&lt;br /&gt;youre gonna have a good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought i couldnt lose&lt;br /&gt;i realised its the only thing i knew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im freaking out about whats ahead, maybe i'll just stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;coz its no fun to be the one going out of my headd&lt;br /&gt;so i tell it to myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre looking for something you cant find&lt;br /&gt;if you give it up you'll lose your mind&lt;br /&gt;theres always something in your way&lt;br /&gt;but what can you say?&lt;br /&gt;youre gonna have a good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre looking for something you cant find&lt;br /&gt;if you give it up you'll lose your mind&lt;br /&gt;theres always something in your way&lt;br /&gt;but what can you say&lt;br /&gt;youre gonna have a good day&lt;br /&gt;youre gonna have a good day&lt;br /&gt;youre gonna haev a good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahh i had to replay the song once (SORRY LA I KNOW IM A SLOW TYPER) but whatever i think i got it(: the cd doesnt have the lyrics yknow): BLEAHH. like the backstreetboys one lor. pffft. is it that hard to put in some lyrics instead of those photos. like only three out of five of them are hot lor. they might as well save ink/paper and leave out the other two's photos(: haha. AHHH there are so many other nice songs. but overall catchyourwave and goodday are the nicest&lt;3 oh and ofcourse, JUST THE GIRL! oh and angel to you, devil to me &lt;3 FRIDAYNIGHT! and popprincess&lt;3 resign also! THEY ROCK MAN. ALL OF THE SONGS ROCK. SO you should all buy the clickfive album(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha sorry im obsessing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i MUST get chloe to listen to clickfive(: its my new GOAL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114431600740437223?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114431600740437223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114431600740437223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114431600740437223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114431600740437223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/yay-my-clickfive-cd-i-missed-youu3.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114414209931137251</id><published>2006-04-04T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T02:14:59.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VERY BORED BLEAHH):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid ehhbaii pushed me in the train while trying to see my bra and now i have a pinkpanther plaster on my elbow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH WE SHOULD ALL BUY DISNEY PENS(: THE PINK PANTHER ONE SO NICE LEHH. SO COOL. SO CUTE. SO FUNKY. but so ex): AHH WHO CARES. still so nice&lt;3 haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its to raise funds for the elderly! see such a goodcause. so you should ALL BUY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jean and ehhbaii very biantai lor. they kept trying to see my bra colour, and feel if my bra was strapless in the train. then the people on the mrt kept staring at us pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED HISTORY=D haha. at first i thought i failed. coz i peeked at my paper and i saw &lt;strong&gt;4 &lt;/strong&gt;and then i nearly freakedout and then looked again and saw it was L4/8(x then i dontbelieve and i asked chlo IS YOUR MARK THE FIRST OR SECOND ONE! then she said second HAHA HENG OMG I GOT EIGHT!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats a 4.0!(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay. im really happy yeah. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOONGYAN I MISS MY CLICKFIVE ALBUM): fasterfaster return me!&lt;3 haha(x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114414209931137251?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114414209931137251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114414209931137251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114414209931137251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114414209931137251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/very-bored-bleahh-stupid-ehhbaii.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114406322035576888</id><published>2006-04-03T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T04:20:20.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA i still feel very amusedd. we stayed back for sl session today yeah. and then i went home with adeline. we met joan at the busstop(: then 190 came and joan pulled me back! while adeline got ON. so erh i had to take the next bus. pfft. haha and then at the mrt station i was being blur and just walked in yeah. and then adeline called JOYCE! and i turned around to see adeline being overwhelmed by this salesman who was trying to sell her some weird keychain for 10bucks or something. then i whispered to adeline 'are you interested?' and she was 'no.' so then i waited for about five seconds then suddenly WIDENED MY EYES and pointed over to the other side of the mrt station then exclaimed 'OMG LOOK! JOAN! OMG COME!' then the guy was super super annoyed and started,'im talking to her..' but i pulled adeline and RAN over to the other side of the mrt! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA THE EXPRESSION ON THAT GUYS FACE VERY VERY VERY AMUSING. LOL. and then adeline and i just went into the mrt(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I KNOW IM VERY LAME HAHAHA SORRY LA(x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114406322035576888?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114406322035576888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114406322035576888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114406322035576888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114406322035576888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/haha-i-still-feel-very-amusedd.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114405798254976858</id><published>2006-04-03T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T02:53:02.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a joke! courtesy of ehhbaii(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom i want to wear bra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but im already 15!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but sister wear when she was 15!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAY CANNOT LA YOU STUPID BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay VERY LAME i know(x lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahh. where is sports fest ah. SOMEONE TELL ME LEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114405798254976858?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114405798254976858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114405798254976858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114405798254976858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114405798254976858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-feel-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114395570805018222</id><published>2006-04-01T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T21:28:28.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY(: i was out allday yesterday. ndp, then SLEEPOVER WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for ndp we learnt to run in STEP. very cool okay. like all the steps UNIFORM one(x the saf instructors taught us to run in this rhythm-BOOM-two-three-four,BOOM-two-three-four and so on haha very cool. the BOOM is like stepping superhard on the floor with all our boots haha. it was so fun man(x the saf sirs said we were overexcited hee. coz we were running too fast. and obviously we cant keep up that superfast pace for 300m from the holding area into the stadium right(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then went for companylunch with my dad. ahh so fun. there was abalone the size of a coffee saucer(x haha i KNOW I VERY SUAHKU la. i asked my dad 'EH IS THAT REAL ONE.' then the whole room laughed at me. hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think birds nest tastes funnyy. but we were at the host's table and the host told me 'MUST EAT OKAY. THIS ONE GOOD STUFF LEH.' so i had to finish it bwahh &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepover! we went to sleep way too early okay. like midnight sleep already(x we slept at 12.01! hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the date/time on my blog is screwed man. its actually 1.27pm on 2nd aprill,sunday (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114395570805018222?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114395570805018222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114395570805018222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114395570805018222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114395570805018222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-i-was-out-allday-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114380554139988345</id><published>2006-03-31T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T03:45:41.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HELLO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think i caught a flu HAHA. but i feel strangely high! must be all the coconut milk!(x LALALA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kailin and i went out today!(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh and kailin was sleeping during assembly. for nearly the entire thing la. except maybe the first two minutes. yeah and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;debtan&lt;/span&gt; was staring at her! lol(x didnt want/dare to wake her up coz she was sleeping so PEACEFULLY. and she seemed tired and like if you woke her up she'd yell WHAT! super loudly or something. so we let her sleep all the way til the end. then when she woke up almost everyone else had left yeah. so i tried to pull her up but she couldnt get up! and she kept collapsing &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha then we stayed in school awhile(: to watch some people. cannot say here(x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so amusing. so unstandardised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i like freaking people out(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span face="trebuchet ms"&gt;OKAY NEVERMIND i sound like a sadist. anyway then we went to fareast(: i bought kailin this cute doll thingy for her birthday present. SUPER EARLY RIGHT!(x lol. and kailin bought me clickfive's album&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh and we ate vanilla icecream(: the guy was being FREAKY. he kept flipping kailin's icecream ROUND and ROUND and upside down and he looked like he was going to knock it on the bell and then he suddenly made it disappear. then we were like HUH WHERES THE ICECREAM! then he said 'on the floor!' and we looked down but there was nothing there then he laughed and knocked the bell again and when his hand came down HE HAD KAILIN'S ICECREAM. so freaky. we were staring at him like he was crazy(x then he sighed haha we are such an unappreciative audience but whatever. then he just scooped out my icecream and gave it to me without scaring us anymore(x hee. so amusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;kailin showed me this old lady selling tissue papers, and we decided to buy from her(: it really feels GOOD to actually help people. instead of just giving twobucks to ora or something coz you have to. seriously(: its a very nice feeling&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and then we went to KATONG. to eat laksa! we saw it was raining, but we thought COME SO FAR THEN DONT EAT VERY WASTED LEH. so we walked 20 minutes in the POURINGrain to the bus stop. we had to balance on the sides of some roads coz they were FLOODED too! damn scared i'd fall in la(x and then we took a bus for two stops and we walked about another 5-10 more minutes to the katonglaksa stall(: SO YUMMY HAHA. but all the coconut milk gave me a headache!&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;on my way home i saw the man who always busks outside whitesands. i'd been wanting to donate to him for really long now. just didnt have the &lt;em&gt;guts&lt;/em&gt; yeah. but i decided to today. haha INSPIRED BY KAILIN!(x i gave 10bucks to him. seriously la i really admire that guy. hes always really welldressed, unlike most other buskers. and very few people give to him. you can really sense his &lt;em&gt;dignity&lt;/em&gt; from the songs he sings. and he says,'thank you very much' to everyone, regardless of how much they give. i once saw an auntie drop in a one cent coin then laugh at him. and he still said 'thank you very much.' now thats what deserves admiration man. he didnt even get mad at her for being so mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sighh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114380554139988345?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114380554139988345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114380554139988345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114380554139988345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114380554139988345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello_31.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114371268384372095</id><published>2006-03-30T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T01:58:03.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WAS VERY VERY VERY SUAY TODAY OKAY. bwahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST i was walking behind &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; when going back home. and then 190 came, and she stopped like right behind the entrance and THE BUS LEFT. LIKE WTH THE BUS JUST LEFT. and then i was feeling super shocked and then 132 came so i just got on ah, pissed. and then i thought 132 went to the mrt BUT it went past WHEELOCKS instead. so i had to WALK damn far okay. and on my way back i had to cross this traffic light yeah. suddenly it turned GREEN when i was still quite far from it and i was super SHOCKED okay. so i RAN for the traffic light and i had like 10 seconds to cross so i just CHIONGED. across the ROAD. bwahh. and then after that there was a zebracrossing. then i was JUST about to cross. like one foot on the road. then this taxi suddenly came like really fast and STOPPED right on the zebra crossing. COVERING the entire thing. so i had to like cross behind it la like HELLO im not waiting for some damn taxi. okay and then i went to the mrt and ALL THE ESCALATORS WERE GOING UP WAHLAO. like UGH. had to walk down all those flights of stairs. so pissifying. and then i went to the mrt and i got in la, STILL FEELING SUPER PISSED AH. and then i got a seat so i thought my badluck streak was ending. and then i rested for awhile and then i heard NEWTON. LIKE &amp;(@!%$^!$#! NEWTON IS THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION. ughh so pissed. so i had to wait for the mrt going back la. then after that there were NO SEATS on the mrt so i stood for the entire journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im super suay okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114371268384372095?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114371268384372095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114371268384372095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114371268384372095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114371268384372095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-very-very-very-suay-today-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114363302758793946</id><published>2006-03-29T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T03:50:27.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HELLO. haha this is my SECOND post for today. i think im getting readdicted to blogging(x like after diary-x crashed whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;why are other people able to forgive me so much faster than im able forgive myself? at least they APPEARED to forgive me. maybe they really didnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;im hungryy. pffft. i only ate two mouthfuls of rice and about a 3x3cm slice of omellette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dont like my mom's cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ughh. i cook so much better HAHA. yes i know(x i take after my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;after training i saw elau): i erh ducked. he freaks me out okay. SHALL NOT ELABORATE because this is not pwprotected but like ask me online or sthg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;whee BYEBYE. this is a short post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114363302758793946?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114363302758793946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114363302758793946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114363302758793946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114363302758793946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114359819948921056</id><published>2006-03-28T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:09:59.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very bored. its recess now haha and kailin is reading some weird book. pffft. we just watched american tail in history(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE ARE NOOOO CATS IN AMERICAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee. its so cute man the song. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahhh i chionged lit poem yesterday and then FORGOT TO BRING. go and die man. my 36lines wasted pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG ZHENYI JUST WALKED IN AND SCARED ME. she sounds like a teacher okayy. hah im not sposed to be blogging(x can tell right. okay. BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114359819948921056?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114359819948921056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114359819948921056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114359819948921056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114359819948921056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/03/hey-very-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114344593754081656</id><published>2006-03-26T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:52:17.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quote: "explain the colour blue to a blind person"- agatha christie.(forgot which book haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from dictionary.com "blue" is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hue of that portion of the visible spectrum lying between green and indigo, evoked in the human observer by radiant energy with wavelengths of approximately 420 to 490 nanometers; any of a group of colors that may vary in lightness and saturation, whose hue is that of a clear daytime sky; one of the additive or light primaries; one of the psychological primary hues.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha. kailin doesnt know what a pear is!(x SO AMUSING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from dictionary.com also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A widely cultivated tree (Pyrus communis) in the rose family, having glossy leaves, white flowers grouped in a corymb, and edible fruit.&lt;br /&gt;The fruit of this tree, spherical at the base and tapering toward the stalk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha gayle and i were trying to explain to her(x kailin was like 'huh? green apple?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pfft we are lousy teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HEATSTROKE SO SCARY MAN. watched a geog video on heat today haha. its so cool&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sighh. am i really that lousyy):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114344593754081656?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114344593754081656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114344593754081656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114344593754081656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114344593754081656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/03/quote-explain-colour-blue-to-blind.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114335105710617434</id><published>2006-03-25T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T21:30:57.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i &lt;3 the mandarin hotel chickenrice haha. but the chicken tastes abit weird la. so toughh. but at least the rice is supernice&lt;3 yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114335105710617434?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114335105710617434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114335105710617434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114335105710617434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114335105710617434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-3-mandarin-hotel-chickenrice-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114329547903144247</id><published>2006-03-25T05:30:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T06:10:52.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bwahh. i BET you im going to start whining about ndp after next training. so lonelyy. like yeahh, there are other people there. i know. but everyone like so cliqueish. im really glad sihui and i got 'accepted' into this other school's clique la. at least have more people to talk to. but theyre all sec3 yeah. and after all they ARE closer to each other than to you, joyce. I WANT GWEN TO GO LEH): AND I WANT KAILIN TO GO HAHAHA. wont that be so cool&lt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i know my drill very lousy la must you rub it in. hers also not that good okay. like yes i know shes a corp and im not. so? doesnt mean im inferior or wtv &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;whee haha i love SWING SWING even more suddenly(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;days swiftly come and go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im dreaming of her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shes seeing other guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;emotions they stir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the sun is gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the nights are long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I am left while the tears fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;did you think that I would cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do you know what it feels like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;being alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll find someone new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;swing, swing, swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from the tangles of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my heart is crushed by a former love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can you help me find a way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to carry on again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dreams cast into the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sweet beginnings do arise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she knows I was wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the notes are old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they bend, they fold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and so do I to a new love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;did you think that I would cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do you know what it feels like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;being alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll find someone new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;swing, swing, swing&lt;br /&gt;from the tangles of&lt;br /&gt;my heart is crushed by a former love&lt;br /&gt;can you help me find a way&lt;br /&gt;to carry on again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bury me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(you thought your problems were gone) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;carry me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(away, away, away) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;swing, swing, swing&lt;br /&gt;from the tangles of&lt;br /&gt;my heart is crushed by a former love&lt;br /&gt;can you help me find a way&lt;br /&gt;to carry on again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114329547903144247?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114329547903144247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114329547903144247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114329547903144247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114329547903144247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/03/bwahh_114329547903144247.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114327006642961912</id><published>2006-03-24T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T05:26:07.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HELLO DARLINGS(: im so &lt;em&gt;HAPPY. &lt;/em&gt;so incredibly super HAPPY. coz I GOT INTO NDP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha OMG OMG OMG so cool right&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sihui didnt get in): and gwen was sick bleahh. yknow i tried asking the sirs and ma'ams if gwen could tryy next week but they dao me hmpf. so for now im the only rgsrcy one): but nevermind i made alot of NEW FRIENDS&lt;3&gt;but erh i cant really spell all of their names so &lt;/s&gt;i shall not name them hee(x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and this year we get an ndp tee HOW COOL IS THAT=D its embroidered some moree(x and only 9bucks haha im thinking of buying two. the ma'ams and sirs said we could wear it during our normal redcross trainings haha(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;actually right i REALLY REALLY couldnt believe i got in. like they were already picking out those people who didnt have fd silver. hello, i dont even have BRONZE? haha and i didnt know some commands eg besok and pandang kekenan but i just FOLLOWED the people next to me hee. LUCKY right. so i learnt new commands by COPYING hahaha. but i still got in! WHEE. currently in mainsquad i think. but anytime can be made into reserves BLEAH): so must jiayou hahah xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh at first right my squad got no one timing. but i DONTCARE just time SUPER loud hahaha &lt;s&gt;so extra&lt;/s&gt; but it WORKED didnt it coz I GOT IN whee. so being extra is NOT a bad thing(x but i am NOT extra okay! i am erh enthu! got difference(: so happy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw dont mind me or anything if i suddenly freak out on you on msn(x just so HAPPY haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 ndp!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114327006642961912?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114327006642961912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114327006642961912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114327006642961912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114327006642961912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-darlings-im-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114319716528052156</id><published>2006-03-24T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T02:46:41.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I WANT TO GET TWELVE HOURS OF SLEEP FOR NDP):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but come home so late bleahh. and some more i have to go there so EARLY. hmpf. coz my dad has to go to work. so must go an HOUR earlier. pffft. if i go to sleep RIGHT now i'd only get about 11 hours of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway i dont think i can get to sleep la xD i chugged down so much coffee for rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HOW LATER IM TOO TIRED FOR NDP THEN HOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(*&amp;amp;*%^%$#!@# ahhhh. so worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HAHAHA THE SYF PEOPLE HAVE TO WEAR FULL UNIFORM AND REPORT AT 8(x and we only need to report at 9.30! i shall gloat WHEE xD too bad nicole! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but then again we have more trainings than you guys. pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we had shatec today! western dining etiquette haha. the talk so boring. kailin and i played HANGMAN(x haha. and then for the meal we had rockmelon mushroom soup and chicken chop. MUSHROOM SOUP WAS THE NICEST&lt;3shuai&gt;waiter! xD haha. he seated me some more. so awkwardd. haha i dont get western dining(x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;kailin was SAWING her chicken chop! (haha normal people just CUT it lor xD) and she took super long to cut like ONE piece haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh and eliza CUT her green beans, then FOLDED them, and then attempted to stab them with her fork. AND SHE MISSED THREE TIMES HAHAHAHAHAHAA =D kailin and i were &lt;em&gt;hysterical &lt;/em&gt;HAHAHA. everyone was staring at us i think xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;rs was super boring. nothing to talk about really(x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay i want to go eat DINNER now(: although i somehow still feel full from western dining. and it was at 10.30 OKAY. so freaky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;wish me luck for ndp!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114319716528052156?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114319716528052156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114319716528052156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114319716528052156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114319716528052156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-want-to-get-twelve-hours-of-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114312141323386717</id><published>2006-03-23T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T05:43:33.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bukit timah trip today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I REGRET NOT SIGNING UP FOR CANOPY WALK):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHY didnt i sign up for canopy walk): i bet there wasnt HALF as many INSECTS there): saw damn lot of spiders man. and SPIDER WEBS EW EW EW. so many gross bugs ): i hate bugs. like seriously i wanted to SCREAM but i was afraid those spiders dangling on the spider webs RIGHT ABOVE US would fall due to sound vibrations or sthg so i contented myself with squealing in horror and grabbing kailin. seriously la im TERRIFIED of bugs)): bwahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hate bugs):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OH AND I WENT TO EAT KATONG LAKSA TODAY =D for the first time! so cool. and you'd think that after three years of studying in taonan i'd at least try the katong laksa (which is SO nearby &gt;&lt;) ONCE. haha. it was SO delicious&lt;33&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;next time i WILL go to the non-bug infested place. pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114312141323386717?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114312141323386717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114312141323386717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114312141323386717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114312141323386717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/03/bukit-timah-trip-today.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114300870365771636</id><published>2006-03-21T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:25:03.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hee i still dont want to do science. also from chloe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;70 THINGS ABOUT ME:&lt;br /&gt;1. Initials: JOPW(x&lt;br /&gt;2. Name someone with the same birthday as you: chelsea ma'am&lt;br /&gt;3. Last thing you ate: lunch. sushi!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;4. For or against same sex marriage: nothing against it. like its their own choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Are you homophobic: nope.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you still watch cartoons on Saturday morning?: YES (x&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you believe in God: nope. i believe in Buddha(=&lt;br /&gt;8. How many U.S states have you been to: ZERO. pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. How many of the U.S states have you lived in: nothingg.&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever lived outside of the US: ive never lived IN the US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Name something you like physically about yourself: TALL(: but i dont like anything else about me.&lt;br /&gt;12. Something non-physical you like about: i have awesome friends&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. What is your dads name: Ong Kean Hin&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your dream car: limo!(= or a black car with hotpink streaks all over.&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go? japan! SUSHI&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. Favourite type of Food? : SUSHI&lt;3 haha i think i said this three times.&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite holiday: eh dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. Do you download music: you think i so stupid to put here meh. undercover police could come check okay! o0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. What illegal things have you done: (: see above.&lt;br /&gt;20. Where would you want to go on a first date: dontknoww(x&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you date the person who posted this before you?: NO :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. Has anyone ever sang or played for you personally: eh jean but she was just trying to get me to like these jap songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. Have you ever cried for no reason: no la i always cry with reason(x&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you like Bush: NO): he stole my job! xD&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever bungee jumped: yup!(x so fun.&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever white-water rafted: nope.&lt;br /&gt;27. Has anyone ten years older than you ever hit on you?: um. online but i dont think thats counted.&lt;br /&gt;28. Last person you hugged: cant remember. it was either this ij person at combined training or fiona's friend whom ive never met before(x&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you met a real redneck: nope.&lt;br /&gt;30. How is the weather right now: hot): pffft.&lt;br /&gt;31. song ur listenin to rite now: geek in the pink by jason mraz&lt;br /&gt;32. What are your current fav songs?: too many to list.&lt;br /&gt;33. What was the last movie you watched?: pink panther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;34. Do you wear contacts: i HAVE contacts but i cant put the damn things in): i blink too much. even the optician gave up on me haha.&lt;br /&gt;35. Where was the last place you went besides your house? : loyang point. to buy soup(x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;36. What are you afraid of? : BUGS. I HATE BUGS): on monday when my dad fetched me home from meals on wheels there was a BUG in the car. A BIG BLACK ONE)): and i screamed like hell and climbed to the backseat, causing a &lt;em&gt;policeman &lt;/em&gt;(and lots of drivers) to stare weirdly at us.&lt;br /&gt;37. OOOOH: go and DIE. im really scared of them okay. even ants): im a LITTLE bit less scared of flies. but STILL scared):&lt;br /&gt;38. How many pets do u have: none. mom allergic to whatever kind of pet i want.&lt;br /&gt;39. have you ever loved someone: obviously(: family and friends!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;40. What really turns you on: badboys(x&lt;br /&gt;41. What do you usually order from Starbucks: ice latte! haha same as chloe xD&lt;br /&gt;42.Have you ever fired a gun: do toy guns count! xD&lt;br /&gt;43. Are you missing someone: hmm. maybe(:&lt;br /&gt;44. Say something totally random about yourself: ive never worn a legal pair of earrings to school before(: i just deny that theyre illegal, thats all xD&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you have an ipod? : nope. had a creative but my sister thrashed it. pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;46. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celeb?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;47. Whats your mom's name: Ng Lu May&lt;br /&gt;48. Who would you like to see right now: cough.&lt;br /&gt;49. Favorite band of all time (only ONE): dont knoww): cant decide. maybe clickfive&lt;3 or simple plan.&lt;br /&gt;50. Dogs or cats: cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;51. Have you ever been caught doing something you weren't supposed to be doing?: cough. maybe(:&lt;br /&gt;52. Favorite flower: ROSE(:&lt;br /&gt;53. Butter, plain, or salted popcorn: butter! lots and lots of butter&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;54. What books are you reading: none.&lt;br /&gt;55. Have you ever ridden in a limo: YES(: in bangkok! HOW COOL IS THAT MAN.&lt;br /&gt;56. Has anyone you were really close to passed away? : yes. my great grandmother. i was only p2 then i think. so im not really sensitive about it or anything.&lt;br /&gt;57. Do you watch MTV: yes! xD&lt;br /&gt;58. What's something that really bugs you: BUGS. really really):&lt;br /&gt;59. What are some things you really like doing: listening to music, shopping, chatting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;60. 9?: is pippy's donkey number! xD&lt;br /&gt;61. Can you dance: yeah we learnt chacha last year(x&lt;br /&gt;62. Favorite basketball team: dont watch bball(:&lt;br /&gt;63. Favorite cereal: kokocrunch maybe.&lt;br /&gt;64. Do you drive? GO KARTS xD the operators at escape are scared of me. hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;65. What's the latest you have ever stayed awake: 1.30am i think&lt;br /&gt;66. Last time you went bowling: never!):&lt;br /&gt;67. Were you ever rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room? yeah xD when i stupidly scalded my entire arm in genting.&lt;br /&gt;68. Who was your last phone call?: to fionachew. SHE DIDNT ANSWER. hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;69. Last time you were at work: about an hour ago. scientific investigation!): bleahh still procrastinating pfft.&lt;br /&gt;70. Whats your favorite state to be in: tokyo! SUSHI&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114300870365771636?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114300870365771636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114300870365771636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114300870365771636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114300870365771636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/03/hee-i-still-dont-want-to-do-science.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114300672176060497</id><published>2006-03-21T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:52:01.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yay be proud of me i started on my scientific investigation((: but i dont want to do any MORE): hee actually ive only done like a quarter. but im already tired. pfft. i shall &lt;s&gt;procrastinate&lt;/s&gt; go do blog quizzes whee!(x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Grab the book nearest to you and turn to Page 18, Line 4.&lt;br /&gt;the third garfield treasury by jim davis:&lt;br /&gt;"take my dog...pleeeeze"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.&lt;br /&gt;i just touched my science file! NO I DONT WANT TO DO SCIENCE):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;drake and josh last night(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Without looking, guess what the time is.&lt;br /&gt;12.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;1.37! eee so off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;the fan! and my ahma watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside?&lt;br /&gt;for lunch just now(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;msn convos(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;some weird hotpink tee that says 'original JEANS 1980' and tns shorts. and im not telling you whats under that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i think it was something about ndp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;when i realised about the jap uniform thing xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;air con. jacket hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;erh. dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the last film you watched?&lt;br /&gt;pink panther! haha so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt; MANSION(: a huge huge huge one. and a black rolls-royce (sounds like joyce! xD) with pink streaks spraypainted on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell me something about you I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i crush someone(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;make ME the ruler of the world(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;depends on what kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. George W Bush...&lt;br /&gt;should be replaced with JOYCEONG(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a girl. What would you call her?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. dont know(: i like the name claudia though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Imagine your first child is a boy. What would you call him?&lt;br /&gt;ehh. maybe matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;i want to study overseas!(x but i'd come back to singapore la. unless my future laogong lives abroad. then i'd follow la duh xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What would you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;br /&gt;um. im not christian(: im buddhist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 4 people who must do this in their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;erh. dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114300672176060497?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114300672176060497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114300672176060497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114300672176060497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114300672176060497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/03/yay-be-proud-of-me-i-started-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114300352457067023</id><published>2006-03-21T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:58:44.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SEE THIS CONVO(: its so enlightening man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ CHLOE ! THANKS GERI ! :] says:&lt;br /&gt;how the japanese army breach geneva conventions&lt;br /&gt;+joyceong&lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;they mistreat the pows and civilians!):&lt;br /&gt;+ CHLOE ! THANKS GERI ! :] says:&lt;br /&gt;like which part did they breach exactly !&lt;br /&gt;+joyceong&lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;ehhh&lt;br /&gt;+joyceong&lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;not sure hee&lt;br /&gt;+joyceong&lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;cant rmb the conventions&lt;br /&gt;+ CHLOE ! THANKS GERI ! :] says:&lt;br /&gt;but the one concerened with civilians&lt;br /&gt;+ CHLOE ! THANKS GERI ! :] says:&lt;br /&gt;was only made in 1949&lt;br /&gt;+joyceong&lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm really&lt;br /&gt;+joyceong&lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;then they breach the pows one!(x&lt;br /&gt;+joyceong&lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH THAT EXPLAINS IT&lt;br /&gt;+joyceong&lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;SO THATS WHY&lt;br /&gt;+joyceong&lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;I REALISE LA&lt;br /&gt;+ CHLOE ! THANKS GERI ! :] says:&lt;br /&gt;huhh?&lt;br /&gt;+ CHLOE ! THANKS GERI ! :] says:&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;+joyceong&lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;thats why they ask the men to take off their uniforms!&lt;br /&gt;+joyceong&lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;then they will be civilians&lt;br /&gt;+joyceong&lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;so can mistreat them!&lt;br /&gt;+ CHLOE ! THANKS GERI ! :] says:&lt;br /&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;+ CHLOE ! THANKS GERI ! :] says:&lt;br /&gt;YARH&lt;br /&gt;+joyceong&lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;+ CHLOE ! THANKS GERI ! :] says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;+ CHLOE ! THANKS GERI ! :] says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;+ CHLOE ! THANKS GERI ! :] says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;+joyceong&lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;SEEE&lt;br /&gt;+ CHLOE ! THANKS GERI ! :] says:&lt;br /&gt;NEW DISCOVERY"&lt;br /&gt;+joyceong&lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;I SO SMART&lt;br /&gt;+ CHLOE ! THANKS GERI ! :] says:&lt;br /&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;+ CHLOE ! THANKS GERI ! :] says:&lt;br /&gt;MY GOSH&lt;br /&gt;+ CHLOE ! THANKS GERI ! :] says:&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;+ CHLOE ! THANKS GERI ! :] says:&lt;br /&gt;i shall paste this convo on my lj&lt;br /&gt;+joyceong&lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;i shall paste it on my blog too lol&lt;br /&gt;+ CHLOE ! THANKS GERI ! :] says:&lt;br /&gt;tsk copyD:&lt;br /&gt;+joyceong&lt;3 says:&lt;br /&gt;its i say one lor(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like omg. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114300352457067023?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114300352457067023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114300352457067023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114300352457067023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114300352457067023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/03/see-this-convo-its-so-enlightening-man.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114300261832542367</id><published>2006-03-21T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:43:38.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohyes(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday for battlefield we had lunch at changi village and i ate NASI LEMAK&lt;3 with kailin, jiaying and mr mizar. mr mizar bought us satay!(: yay haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kailin and i felt bad and wanted to not let him pay us back for the sugarcane drink by not telling him the price, but erh i smartly forgot): &gt;&lt; hee. sorry la. im so blur):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kailin ate SEVEN sticks of satay! loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the tour guide told us later 'you all should be nice to your teacher. he seems like a &lt;em&gt;decent&lt;/em&gt; teacher'HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA xD we all burst out into laughter LOL. &lt;s&gt;other teachers not decent hor(x&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114300261832542367?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114300261832542367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114300261832542367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114300261832542367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114300261832542367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/03/ohyes-yesterday-for-battlefield-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114295779402179883</id><published>2006-03-21T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T08:16:34.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bleahh. so freaked out about ndp now): sounds so scary. i bet im not going to last. like i bet i'll get kicked out real soon. sighh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114295779402179883?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114295779402179883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114295779402179883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114295779402179883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114295779402179883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/03/bleahh.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114295155317798098</id><published>2006-03-21T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:37:26.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>please dont take offence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HELLO(: just came back from battlefield tour. and the following is not meant to be offensive or offend any one in any way whatsoever. if you feel offended please dont read(: and if you happen to be some guy whos gonna report me to the police for slander also please dont read. DISCLAIMER AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is plainly the view of an ignorant, unknowing girl who does not wish to be jailed for deragatory comments):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just realised how brainwashed we were. like dont you realise it. we keep hearing bad stuff about the jap and all the atrocities they did. please. dont tell me the british didnt do anything. werent the british the ones who brought our forefathers here in the first place? as coolies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yes i know, the japanese did commit alot of atrocities. and they breached the geneva conventions(RCK!) and they deserved to be punished. so yeah. they got punished, didnt they? werent the atomic bombs punishment enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and we heard about general percival, and how he was under alot of stress and everything. apparently we only had two days supply of food left and not much water. two days, huh. in two days do you know how much you can fight. i quote ah,'the malay regiment fought for forty-eight hours' and 'singapore had only two days supply of food left'. see how different the phrasing is? if the malays could fight for FORTY EIGHT HOURS, how come percival had to surrender eh? two days what. very short. FORTY EIGHT HOURS LEH. very long. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you even know that while we are worshipping all these people who died in the war, japan isnt allowed to? while we proclaim all these brave men who died in WWII war heroes, the japanese dont get to pray for them or call them heroes. even though in their eyes they are. whats your definition of a war hero? someone who dies honourably and bravely for their country in a war?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;from dictionary.com its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A person noted for feats of courage or nobility of purpose, especially one who has risked or sacrificed his or her life: soldiers and nurses who were heroes in an unpopular war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;were the jap exempted from this? their soldiers lost their lives too. and for the purpose which they themselves felt was right. why cant japan honour them? just because they lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;seriously la. my grandmother said it was in the newspaper that china makes a big fuss when the jap pm wanted to pray for the people who died in the war. hello whats wrong with praying for your own people. if you want to honour them whats up with other people butting in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and here we are, praying for the war heroes in kranji war memorial. do you even know how LUCKY we are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;seriously. i guess its just winner takes all, loser gets none in this system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114295155317798098?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114295155317798098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114295155317798098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114295155317798098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114295155317798098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/03/please-dont-take-offence.html' title='please dont take offence.'/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24463525.post-114294332908780945</id><published>2006-03-21T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T04:15:29.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>testing whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24463525-114294332908780945?l=demurred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/feeds/114294332908780945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24463525&amp;postID=114294332908780945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114294332908780945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24463525/posts/default/114294332908780945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demurred.blogspot.com/2006/03/testing-whee.html' title=''/><author><name>JOYCEONG(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
