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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-25169609.post-1762471738337269697</id><published>2007-01-27T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T00:48:39.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay final entry to really wrap up everything before i officially move.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all those that had been concerned.&lt;br /&gt;im fine.&lt;br /&gt;but please dont bitch about him in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont really hate him as much as he hates me.&lt;br /&gt;in fact im only being childish.&lt;br /&gt;hating him cause he hates me.&lt;br /&gt;and erm actually bitching about him doesnt really help.&lt;br /&gt;to be totally honest, he had been very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i dont really feel very good when you all do that.&lt;br /&gt;oh and please no personal attacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know sometimes ppl just wanna sympathize.&lt;br /&gt;i thank you for trying but.&lt;br /&gt;i think i tackle this better on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the he's not worth it part,&lt;br /&gt;i think its subjective to each individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this applies to you esp, kai]&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if i sound a lil mean to you.&lt;br /&gt;i still treasure you as a friend okayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the best is now that im not so affected by anything,&lt;br /&gt;i hope pple will stop asking me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and miss piu, dont feel guilty laa.&lt;br /&gt;/huggs.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it thru.&lt;br /&gt;its not really your fault.&lt;br /&gt;circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes things happens without a reason.&lt;br /&gt;no necessity for explanation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-1762471738337269697?l=retardedcreeps-.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-25169609.post-4816394072819531063</id><published>2007-01-24T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T12:21:46.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:):))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new blog. this is so fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-4816394072819531063?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/4816394072819531063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=4816394072819531063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i guess i do give ppl the feeling that i love shifting blames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please believe your classmates.&lt;br /&gt;nobody told me anything.&lt;br /&gt;i found it out myself.&lt;br /&gt;and how about everything that i found out was purely accidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, im still a lil sceptical about whoever you like.&lt;br /&gt;but its none of my business anyw,&lt;br /&gt;even if you lie,&lt;br /&gt;maybe its cause of a secret you wanna keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. you know it doesnt matter whether the person you like is mary/jane/emily/siti&lt;br /&gt;hospital/no hospital.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno her.&lt;br /&gt;i just know you like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw i really hope your friend in hospital's fine.&lt;br /&gt;she is young and still have a whole life ahead of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry for screwing up your life.&lt;br /&gt;its alright if you hate me.&lt;br /&gt;i deserve it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#333333"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:37%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it took so long to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;hurting every inch as it etch deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the words engraved heal&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the pain will do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i suppose to hate you&lt;br /&gt;when i like you so much&lt;br /&gt;yet its something i know i must do.&lt;br /&gt;guess you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;and i rather you not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-5905206442197004882?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/5905206442197004882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;say what you want.&lt;br /&gt;say what you freaking like.&lt;br /&gt;did i ever blame you?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;nobody said its your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just left without explaining anything.&lt;br /&gt;so i just came up with what i thought happened.&lt;br /&gt;which is namely it turned out awkward.&lt;br /&gt;cause pple arnd us will inevitably make it that way.&lt;br /&gt;so obviously ur choice was friends first.&lt;br /&gt;did i critisize you?&lt;br /&gt;say its ur fault?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;cause that's the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw if that's the case, you could have told me.&lt;br /&gt;not disappear and leave me dangling.&lt;br /&gt;naturally, i had to make sense out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i know you liked someone else damn long ago maybe like since july last yr.&lt;br /&gt;i just din know who. &lt;br /&gt;so how about i tried in all possible sense to make it seem like ur a nice guy who still really like her&lt;br /&gt;just confused for a while.&lt;br /&gt;fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;and there you are making things up urself or someone else did.&lt;br /&gt;and now say i did it.&lt;br /&gt;fineee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, i wont wanna tell the world how i liked a bastard righttt.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even want to believe i liked a jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted an answer.&lt;br /&gt;you wont give it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you want to know,&lt;br /&gt;i was never sad cause you chose to leave.&lt;br /&gt;it was your decision.&lt;br /&gt;i respected it.&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt even sad when i found out the almost complete truth about her.&lt;br /&gt;in fact i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;glad that you are who i thought you were.&lt;br /&gt;someone who once they liked someone liked them for long.&lt;br /&gt;and not some player.&lt;br /&gt;which i admit i did pressume at one point of time.&lt;br /&gt;[i think you know why]&lt;br /&gt;and i was disappointed cause you aint who i thought you were.&lt;br /&gt;upright and moral.&lt;br /&gt;but after figuring out that no one lies without a reason, dismissed it&lt;br /&gt;and CLEARED it with those that i told to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask those ppl who you think i told/"bitched" to&lt;br /&gt;5 ppl to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;you want clue?&lt;br /&gt;K WJ G and one i cant say.&lt;br /&gt;and another one who doesnt want to be dragged into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just upset that that period screwed up a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;tho fleeting for me&lt;br /&gt;i wished it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw&lt;br /&gt;you are so right.&lt;br /&gt;so what if i know what's in ur life.&lt;br /&gt;i wont understand you.&lt;br /&gt;everything i know about you are just intuitive assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you din have to think about anything cause you knew what you were thinking.&lt;br /&gt;while i hardly have a clue on what goes on in ur mind.&lt;br /&gt;plus i wasnt even sure if u left cause of something i've done.&lt;br /&gt;and if it was, of course i had to think what it was.&lt;br /&gt;cause well, i liked you and i wont in any way wanted to hurt you intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;i think im perfect?&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt even good enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, in any case,&lt;br /&gt;since you hate me,&lt;br /&gt;i hate you too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#333333"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haix, you hate me,&lt;br /&gt;I hate me .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116930599240592007?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116930599240592007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116930599240592007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116930599240592007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116930599240592007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2007/01/say-what-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-116922315862206792</id><published>2007-01-19T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T01:18:31.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aye.&lt;br /&gt;what's the matter with you ah.&lt;br /&gt;you think i dont know what its over means?&lt;br /&gt;erm, i do.&lt;br /&gt;and hello, &lt;br /&gt;how about i dont even want you to like me.&lt;br /&gt;and if you think my concern as a friend &lt;br /&gt;is a gesture that i want something more &lt;br /&gt;or an attempt to try go back to where we left off,&lt;br /&gt;you have greatly mistaken my dear.&lt;br /&gt;i just find ur attitude towards me rather disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;please stop it.&lt;br /&gt;just take it as im begging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, what can i say.&lt;br /&gt;i know more than you think i do;&lt;br /&gt;know it longer than you think i do too.&lt;br /&gt;stay faithful to her, darling. x)&lt;br /&gt;im sure you would.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went np after school today to find steph! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;miss her uber super much.&lt;br /&gt;anyw she seems happy. that's good.&lt;br /&gt;den we went for some stupid photoshoot so spastic cann!&lt;br /&gt;the 'sword' is like a wooden block.&lt;br /&gt;i felt corny posing.&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but laugh at the slightest thing.&lt;br /&gt;from the photographer to the stick to myself.&lt;br /&gt;and the photo was like YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had free waffle, popcorn and candyfloss!&lt;br /&gt;CHEAPSKATES' HAVEN i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;but i not so cheapo to get the goodie bag.&lt;br /&gt;ohoh and we played the count the number of fish games and i won.&lt;br /&gt;[with a lil help]&lt;br /&gt;two movie tickets to i dunno what!&lt;br /&gt;further details on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we went to irritate a year 3. &lt;br /&gt;damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt even know his work!&lt;br /&gt;anyhow say what neutralization&lt;br /&gt;steph had to correct him and he so pai seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala i &lt;3 steph.&lt;br /&gt;secrets secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went to meet sherman.&lt;br /&gt;waited for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;so hardworking eh.&lt;br /&gt;earning big bucks.&lt;br /&gt;to buy his bro a psp.&lt;br /&gt;how noble.&lt;br /&gt;sian. complain about school, about life etc.&lt;br /&gt;how i hated going to school every single day.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;guys and girls are so different.&lt;br /&gt;everything kept at friend level is the best.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i myself aint ready for no shit yet either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, a conclusion drawn is: being a girl is tough.&lt;br /&gt;if you like many guys, you are desperate, slut and what have you.&lt;br /&gt;if you like one and only one, you are irritating.&lt;br /&gt;the best thing is the person that you like is the one that finds you irritating.&lt;br /&gt;BRAVO.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder which is better.&lt;br /&gt;ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;life's like this.&lt;br /&gt;you wont be able to get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's where the kicks come in.&lt;br /&gt;no pain, no gain.&lt;br /&gt;well, not wanting anything'll be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye aye aye.&lt;br /&gt;i was liddat.&lt;br /&gt;read my older blogs recently.&lt;br /&gt;i was carefree&lt;br /&gt;and well, more friend base.&lt;br /&gt;though i sound damn ah lian.&lt;br /&gt;with all the wah liao damn jian leh etc.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i was funnier then too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw then sherman so nice walk me home cause is late.&lt;br /&gt;SO THOUGHTFUL HUH.&lt;br /&gt;i've never walked home from clementi so late at night before.&lt;br /&gt;its quite cooling i guess.&lt;br /&gt;sweet.&lt;br /&gt;actually i wouldnt have known my area was such a nice place till he pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;saw a freaky old man fully clad in white.&lt;br /&gt;from hair to the crop shirt, the pants and the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaa. training tmr. sleeping now.&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-25169609.post-116894967143387401</id><published>2007-01-16T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:14:31.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks to all you concerned ppl.&lt;br /&gt;im not sad.&lt;br /&gt;worried half the time maybe but im not sad!!&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe a lil irritated at some situations BUT, im not sad. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anything, im writing in code cause erm well, =)&lt;br /&gt;one day.&lt;br /&gt;one day when drafts turn into entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. anyw, enjoy this yummylicious boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2875/196/1600/328712/wx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2875/196/400/875351/wx.jpg" border="0" 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25169609.post-116893580682887512</id><published>2007-01-16T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:06:51.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope he uses this opportunity to show her that he cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw im glad she's fine. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sucha paranoid freak. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks god. i owe you one. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can finally sleep in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116893580682887512?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116893580682887512/comments/default' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was your child walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the massive population of child walkers, you only wanted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your only child walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it pains you to see her in this state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you still miss her;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're worried for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont know i know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont know i know how much you love her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who she is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how she is that special someone to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will do all i can to find your happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116873436409318962?l=retardedcreeps-.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-25169609.post-116850896667193105</id><published>2007-01-11T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:30:50.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was ISAIAH CHUA WENXIANG's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;got him a pacifier [silicon nipple], milk bottle and other baby stuffs with jac jac.&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;its kinda like spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;result of implusive buying and random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i din get to catch his classic face but wells, kenneth tay did say he was highly amused.&lt;br /&gt;was in junction 8 with pq and bought 60 bucks plus worth of random stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;i am random.&lt;br /&gt;-freaking broke-&lt;br /&gt;den went to swensen to celebrate I SAI AH's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;CAKE FIGHT&lt;br /&gt;i want the pictures!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;since a picture paints a thousand words, i rather have them to do the explaining. x)&lt;br /&gt;and goodness, that day was the first time i heard a boy scream. not once my dear, TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind if he's a gay.&lt;br /&gt;first time, he looked in the glass and screamed at the sight of his cake smeared face.&lt;br /&gt;second time he screamed because he saw the photos and realised that it was worse than what he thought he had seen reflected on the glass.&lt;br /&gt;DEN, the manager told us that one more time this happens and we'll be chased out.&lt;br /&gt;well, kenneth tay was anticipating that idea cause it would mean we dont have to pay for everything.&lt;br /&gt;THREE CHEERS FOR CHEAPSKATEs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hope they dont complain to bro paul.&lt;br /&gt;i really dont wanna be embarassed during assembly.&lt;br /&gt;[den again, i dont do assembly. x) ha.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once, i think isaiah looks delicious.&lt;br /&gt;yummy and edible.&lt;br /&gt;/smack lips.&lt;br /&gt;never thought he'll ever look this good and appealing.&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home freaking late like 1130.&lt;br /&gt;my mom wasnt amused at all i can tell you.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont blame her.&lt;br /&gt;i was back home really late, my school u had patches of cake debri and i smelt of stale cream.&lt;br /&gt;ah but what a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i so cant forget what wenxiang's band was previously called.&lt;br /&gt;'bloodstained pantys'&lt;br /&gt;'jackandtheuglybeanstalk'&lt;br /&gt;'ihatepetercausehe'ssougly'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;trust him to come up with the most retarded names please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also the way how he attracts customers.&lt;br /&gt;i mean he can like earn 2000 bucks by asking for donations in one month.&lt;br /&gt;QING DUO DUO ZHI JIAO.&lt;br /&gt;i want to earn more money too!&lt;br /&gt;share the happiness x)&lt;br /&gt;spread the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh and earlier that morning,&lt;br /&gt;i met a random friend on the 985.&lt;br /&gt;he's random cause i met him during kap.&lt;br /&gt;still rmb how we met.&lt;br /&gt;i so freaking dunno how to do circular measure&lt;br /&gt;was super sian so anyhow dared zel to ask ppl in kap who knows how to do circular measure.&lt;br /&gt;she did it.&lt;br /&gt;they ATTeMPTED to help us.&lt;br /&gt;rather they tried to act smart.&lt;br /&gt;lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;but anyws, i think he's not bad now.&lt;br /&gt;tall dark, and notbadlooking and hotbod.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;but then, imma NUN.&lt;br /&gt;still, it wouldnt hurt to wake up a lil earlier just to look at my new eye candy righttt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;i love my sleep too much xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont say i din do anything&lt;br /&gt;i did ask if you still wanted to play the game.&lt;br /&gt;ignoring each other's prescence.&lt;br /&gt;you din reply.&lt;br /&gt;i'll take it as a yes.&lt;br /&gt;now you cant say its my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthermore i apologised for everything&lt;br /&gt;anything if i had done you any wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont like you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;a person's stupidity can only last this long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="pink"&gt;liking you wasnt stupid.&lt;br /&gt;just the part when you din reciprocate it back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116850896667193105?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116850896667193105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116850896667193105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116850896667193105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116850896667193105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2007/01/yesterday-was-isaiah-chua-wenxiangs.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-116825717335299406</id><published>2007-01-08T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T17:00:08.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i finally xiang tong le.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i was sucha loser.&lt;br /&gt;like everything i do sometimes can be so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;im fine, alive, kicking and happy.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a simple talk can do oh so many wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thru with myself being so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;but well, i guess depression makes ppl do wonders too.&lt;br /&gt;like:&lt;br /&gt;i did gp all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;i designed my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;i worked&lt;br /&gt;i cleaned/sweep/mop my room.&lt;br /&gt;i redo my whole room&lt;br /&gt;i painted&lt;br /&gt;i finished bleach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116825717335299406?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116825717335299406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116825717335299406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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in dec.&lt;br /&gt;you know how troubled i was to find a reason to dump the guy or make him dump me without hurting him so much cause now i know how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;im now living in guilt for putting him thru this in my selfish but futile attepmt to use him to cure my depression.&lt;br /&gt;all the excuses i had to make up so that dont have to go out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, you dont wanna go thru this or make me go thru this again righttt.&lt;br /&gt;so. just find someone else.&lt;br /&gt;so many girls out there.&lt;br /&gt;you're tall, dark, ok looking with quite a good built.&lt;br /&gt;surely many girls like you please.&lt;br /&gt;sherlyn not bad what yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im destined to be a nun.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;this is retribution for what i've done to others.&lt;br /&gt;lalala&lt;br /&gt;it's good to taste ur own medicine you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please dont turn my tagboard into some stupid drama thing alrites.&lt;br /&gt;im too lazy to log in and block ip addresses and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i havent been replying msges.&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT overshoot phone plan.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116815625833674022?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116815625833674022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116815625833674022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116815625833674022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;not yet; not now.&lt;br /&gt;[i've just got this reflex to look down =/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if im pushing any awkwardness&lt;br /&gt;there are things i need to overcome first&lt;br /&gt;damn, i hate how this has become.&lt;br /&gt;the kaleidoscope of feelings i want to numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh this corny shit rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;its not that i dont have other use for my time.&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is my only outlet&lt;br /&gt;to pour the saddness, misery and hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;there im done. =)&lt;br /&gt;rarr.&lt;br /&gt;i guess there's always a minimum point for everything.&lt;br /&gt;but once its reached, it goes up.&lt;br /&gt;and ta da, you get ur happy smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2875/196/1600/128575/down.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2875/196/320/100753/down.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2875/196/1600/524297/IMG00055.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2875/196/320/22328/IMG00055.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116792203298359409?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116792203298359409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116792203298359409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116792203298359409'/><link rel='self' 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[HAHA how about i dont think this will work cause i haven even finish my holiday ones.]&lt;br /&gt;4) be less noisy.&lt;br /&gt;5) dont go out so often.&lt;br /&gt;6) save money.&lt;br /&gt;7) STOP LAZING AROUND keep myself busy and stop thinking about useless,senseless stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;8) stop goin back to sleep after alarm clock rings.&lt;br /&gt;9) stop being late for school.&lt;br /&gt;10) quit making pple wait.&lt;br /&gt;11) stop watching animes.&lt;br /&gt;12) learn to ignore jibes from my oh so nice buddies at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I got you guys about how moley I am that I'm gonna blast everyone at the press of 'a button' and how you guys keep making it the main topic when it comes to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all know what? I aint zhang ziyi here, but you aint either. Everybody looks different, so there gotta be ugly people, and good looking people. I'm, just an unlucky played out card of mother fucking nature. It aint my choice about how my physical appearance is, it's just that my dad and mom's genes aren't exactly the perfect match. I'm moley and ugly, not by my choice, so just shut up and stop blaming me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye. anyw i came across this and well,&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to say.&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If a girl cries for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cries infront of you,&lt;br /&gt;it means that she couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;If you take her hand,&lt;br /&gt;she would stay with you for the rest of your life;&lt;br /&gt;If you let her go,&lt;br /&gt;she couldn't go back to being herself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl wont cry easily,&lt;br /&gt;Except in front of the person &lt;br /&gt;who she love the most, &lt;br /&gt;she becomes weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl wont cry easily, &lt;br /&gt;only when she love you the most, &lt;br /&gt;she put down her ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if a girl cries bcoz of you, &lt;br /&gt;please hold her hands firmly, &lt;br /&gt;she’s the one who would stay &lt;br /&gt;with you for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if a girl cries bcoz of you, &lt;br /&gt;please don`t give her up, &lt;br /&gt;maybe bcoz of your decision, &lt;br /&gt;you ruin her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she cries rite infront of you,&lt;br /&gt;When she cries bcoz of you,&lt;br /&gt;Look into her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Can u see n feel the pain n hurt she’s feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Think.&lt;br /&gt;Which other girl have cried wif pure sincerity,&lt;br /&gt;In front of you,&lt;br /&gt;And bcoz of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries not because she is weak,&lt;br /&gt;She cries not bcoz she wan sympathy or pity,&lt;br /&gt;She cries,&lt;br /&gt;Because crying silently is no longer possible,&lt;br /&gt;the pain,hurt,n agony have become too big a&lt;br /&gt;burden to be kept inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys,&lt;br /&gt;Think about it,&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cries her heart out to you,&lt;br /&gt;And all because of you,&lt;br /&gt;Its time to look back on wat u have done,&lt;br /&gt;Only you will know the answer to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do consider it,&lt;br /&gt;Coz one day,&lt;br /&gt;It may be too late for regrets,&lt;br /&gt;It may be too late to say “im sorry”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends…&lt;br /&gt;Ponder this message seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Don`t do this to a girl,&lt;br /&gt;You may regret for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in your life, she’s the only one that love YOU the most.&lt;br /&gt;Remember this lesson..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye. den again, if the guy doesnt like the girl,&lt;br /&gt;its true that he should leave her rather than put her thru more pain.&lt;br /&gt;and giving them all kinda false impression just so he dont feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;chang tong bu ru duan tong.&lt;br /&gt;current pain is just a phrase.&lt;br /&gt;well, just LIVE with it and be strong.&lt;br /&gt;what wont kill you makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;that's why a guy must san si er xing when it comes to this kinda relationship thing.&lt;br /&gt;better than giving her more misery in the future when she realizes the guy doesnt like her.&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;its good not to go so serious till ur certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;br /&gt;that's why im kinda thankful to him in that way. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116764276597960677?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116764276597960677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116764276597960677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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achieving the most no. of TSKs.&lt;br /&gt;thank god they're ending.&lt;br /&gt;back to the storyline. x)&lt;br /&gt;i so contemplated to buy the comic.&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, i no doing chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatata.&lt;br /&gt;school's back.&lt;br /&gt;dunno how it'll be like.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess we'll see. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;anyw i heard shelby's gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;not really for her but us i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this hols's been a really long one.&lt;br /&gt;circumstances change people. &lt;br /&gt;things wont be how it was when we left it.&lt;br /&gt;but well, it'll be so interesting to know what's going to happen now.&lt;br /&gt;be it bad or good.&lt;br /&gt;just bring it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116763701958141751?l=retardedcreeps-.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-25169609.post-116749973435300216</id><published>2006-12-31T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T19:21:57.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2875/196/1600/567804/misa%203.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2875/196/320/52924/misa%203.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2875/196/1600/284513/Misa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2875/196/320/837136/Misa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2875/196/1600/262257/misa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2875/196/320/351311/misa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL ABOUT HER.&lt;br /&gt;CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;she kinda resembles steph in some way.&lt;br /&gt;KAWAII. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;just sadly i think she went for nose job. boo. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYE. its amazing what a midnight movie can do to you.&lt;br /&gt;deathnote 2. xD&lt;br /&gt;tho i was dreaming halfway,&lt;br /&gt;toda erika's was so captivating, its was awakening.&lt;br /&gt;DREAM GIRL literary please.&lt;br /&gt;FREAKING PRETTY.&lt;br /&gt;lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;and the other lady, the reporter damn hot also.&lt;br /&gt;esp when she was lying down on the sofa with that black dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyw thanks for the movie kenneth tay!!&lt;br /&gt;that was a treat right. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-oh and this is point to self.&lt;br /&gt;no ben and jerry's chocolate cookie dough ice cream at those unearthly hours.&lt;br /&gt;stomach ache that bad isnt worth it regardless of how nice the ice cream is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116749973435300216?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116749973435300216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116749973435300216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116749973435300216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116749973435300216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-all-about-her.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-116724149106648349</id><published>2006-12-28T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T20:21:36.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im damn pissed.&lt;br /&gt;i swear its &lt;strong&gt;MO LI HUA&lt;/strong&gt; song&lt;br /&gt;i heard it so many times on the RADIO.&lt;br /&gt;i swear that zhang shao han said MO not MENG.&lt;br /&gt;MENG LI HUA.&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is that laa.&lt;br /&gt;i spent so many days finding the "MO" li hua song and ta-da.&lt;br /&gt;sheer disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;i must complain.&lt;br /&gt;i freaking got SO many ppl involved to find for my mo li hua song.&lt;br /&gt;PUI.&lt;br /&gt;for this embarassment, the bloody lyricist must be sued.&lt;br /&gt;hello, like meng li hua doesnt even makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;EVEN zhang shao han supports me.&lt;br /&gt;she sings so in her song.&lt;br /&gt;GARR.&lt;br /&gt;SINCE when MENG is read as MO.&lt;br /&gt;no righttt?&lt;br /&gt;ALL the lyrics must be changed.&lt;br /&gt;this is called revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唯一纯白的梦里花[MOlihua]&lt;br /&gt;盛开在琥珀色月牙&lt;br /&gt;就算失去所有爱的力量&lt;br /&gt;我也不曾害怕&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天空透露着微光&lt;br /&gt;照亮虚无迷惘&lt;br /&gt;在残垣废墟之中&lt;br /&gt;寻找唯一梦想&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;古老的巨石想象&lt;br /&gt;守护神秘光芒&lt;br /&gt;清澈的蓝色河流&lt;br /&gt;指引真实方向&lt;br /&gt;穿越过风沙&lt;br /&gt;划破了手掌&lt;br /&gt;坚定着希望去闯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;穿越千年的石板画&lt;br /&gt;刻画着永恒的天堂&lt;br /&gt;轻轻拭去漫布全身的伤&lt;br /&gt;我从不曾绝望....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will upload the damn song so everyone gets my idea.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;stupid rain.&lt;br /&gt;internet so slow.&lt;br /&gt;then amy cant help me get it in time. =/&lt;br /&gt;BUT maxonline users still have it faster than singnet[what amy's using].&lt;br /&gt;at least we can login to friendster. =)&lt;br /&gt;so what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;CALL JASMINE at 98161512 to sign up for YOUR maxonline.xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW, mofunzone.com's play with fire is addictive!&lt;br /&gt;i started playing it like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;SO fun.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mofunzone.com/online_games/playing_with_fire_2.shtml&lt;br /&gt;try it! &lt;br /&gt;no worries. its sugar free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dang. i've been sewing my shoes for three days plus alr and i barely complete one side.&lt;br /&gt;DARRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:@&lt;br /&gt;but all of those that i showed said that my design was nice.&lt;br /&gt;so xD&lt;br /&gt;transformation of bata shoes.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;PLUS its branded by me!&lt;br /&gt;okayy.&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah. im a bored bored person with nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;but tmr's a busy busy day.&lt;br /&gt;shopping at 7am yesyes, insanity.&lt;br /&gt;then bbq, watch deathnote2, platoon chalet, den change to kenneth tay's church chalet.&lt;br /&gt;AYE.&lt;br /&gt;HECTIC.&lt;br /&gt;all in one day can you believe it.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like cancelling all to sew my shoe. &lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116724149106648349?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116724149106648349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116724149106648349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116724149106648349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;sorry kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;i know i was late.&lt;br /&gt;and sorry that i went back to sleep after you called.&lt;br /&gt;but anyw, the play was NICE.&lt;br /&gt;the best christian production i've ever seen to date perhaps because i've never been too many of this kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;den CARNIVAL!&lt;br /&gt;and i din pay a single cent!&lt;br /&gt;the nice nice fellow bought 60 bucks worth of tickets&lt;br /&gt;so it was like SPLURGE!!~~ =)&lt;br /&gt;GALDIATOR, BUMPER, MERRY GO ROUND?&lt;br /&gt;okayy. so we spent half the time queuing up, so what.&lt;br /&gt;free things are still hard to come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i met his CG.&lt;br /&gt;omg. the leader is like PRETTY.&lt;br /&gt;kenneth, you have no taste okay.&lt;br /&gt;ur leader IS PRETTY.&lt;br /&gt;and met wendy and justin and EEEEEEileen&lt;br /&gt;[drag the E please]&lt;br /&gt;and sorry abt the rest.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a REALLY poor memory.&lt;br /&gt;and justin's a DAMN freaking funny mean pok.&lt;br /&gt;he would be burnt in hell if he werent so freaking funny.&lt;br /&gt;funny ppl are good to be with.&lt;br /&gt;they increase ur life expectancy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw supposed to go eat sakae BUT..&lt;br /&gt;eh wait a minute.&lt;br /&gt;WHY din we go sakae ah.&lt;br /&gt;KENNETH TAYYYY. &gt;:@ &gt;:@&lt;br /&gt;ok. so i dunno why but we decided to go seoul garden instead.&lt;br /&gt;went to the one in tampines.&lt;br /&gt;justin's di pan.&lt;br /&gt;but it was still too frigging ex for lim peh.&lt;br /&gt;so ended up going to town for breakfast-cum-lunch-cum-dinner.&lt;br /&gt;pro rights.&lt;br /&gt;met ding xuan doing roadshow and passed my VeCM money to him to pass to ian.&lt;br /&gt;[there i wrote it down in case i forgot where my money go to]&lt;br /&gt;and just after justin was saying how gay it was if we come to town for forty five minutes den go home,&lt;br /&gt;my mom called and i had to go home. =/&lt;br /&gt;but, the two of them so NICE.&lt;br /&gt;sent me home!&lt;br /&gt;like all the way to my gate.&lt;br /&gt;x))&lt;br /&gt;haha and they live like the other side of the island.&lt;br /&gt;one in tampines and the other in serangoon i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tralala. guess whattt.&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home some weird stranger started talking to me online and here's how the convo goes.&lt;br /&gt;anyw im &lt;strong&gt;jay chou the WHALE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哪 个 男 人 对 爱 不 自 私 不 奢 望 " 不 哭 死 神 " says:&lt;br /&gt;hi  &lt;br /&gt;jay chou the WHALE says:&lt;br /&gt;hey. ur?&lt;br /&gt;哪 个 男 人 对 爱 不 自 私 不 奢 望 " 不 哭 死 神 " says:&lt;br /&gt;roy here   &lt;br /&gt;哪 个 男 人 对 爱 不 自 私 不 奢 望 " 不 哭 死 神 " says:&lt;br /&gt;wat ur name   &lt;br /&gt;哪 个 男 人 对 爱 不 自 私 不 奢 望 " 不 哭 死 神 " says:&lt;br /&gt;anyway care to intro      &lt;br /&gt;jay chou the WHALE says:&lt;br /&gt;christina.&lt;br /&gt;jay chou the WHALE says:&lt;br /&gt;where you get my contact?&lt;br /&gt;哪 个 男 人 对 爱 不 自 私 不 奢 望 " 不 哭 死 神 " says:&lt;br /&gt;i forget le&lt;br /&gt;jay chou the WHALE says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;哪 个 男 人 对 爱 不 自 私 不 奢 望 " 不 哭 死 神 " says:&lt;br /&gt;so   &lt;br /&gt;哪 个 男 人 对 爱 不 自 私 不 奢 望 " 不 哭 死 神 " says:&lt;br /&gt;care to intro?     &lt;br /&gt;jay chou the WHALE says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah im christina, 17 this year, cca is indian cultural society, currently studying in ngeeann poly. my fav hangout is the veerantheram temple.&lt;br /&gt;jay chou the WHALE says:&lt;br /&gt;and you?&lt;br /&gt;哪 个 男 人 对 爱 不 自 私 不 奢 望 " 不 哭 死 神 " says:&lt;br /&gt;roy this yr 20m/chi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN i was so hoping he would stop here. but NO.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哪 个 男 人 对 爱 不 自 私 不 奢 望 " 不 哭 死 神 " says:&lt;br /&gt;are you single or attached&lt;br /&gt;jay chou the WHALE says:&lt;br /&gt;attached with two sons and a granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i freaking BLOCK the retard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116706275134752216?l=retardedcreeps-.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-25169609.post-116690335742445281</id><published>2006-12-24T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T01:49:32.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sucha blur cock!&lt;br /&gt;i went to buy shoe with kenneth tay and i stupidly bought size 8.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;three cheers for jasmine when her feet size is size 4!&lt;br /&gt;but since her feet are unusually small underneath her MONSTER calfs,&lt;br /&gt;she felt that big shoes make her look more proportionate&lt;br /&gt;and thinking the man had given her size 7,&lt;br /&gt;she accepted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT when she returned home,&lt;br /&gt;she realized that her shoe was so freaking big,&lt;br /&gt;when she jumped,&lt;br /&gt;her shoes flew out of her feet's reach and onto the ground.&lt;br /&gt;den she realized that she could actually stuff a fist inside her shoe together with her foot and STILL HAVE SPACE FOR &lt;strong&gt;ISAAC&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[ok im exaggerating but you get the idea]&lt;br /&gt;but well, as blur as she is, she recognized that there's something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;and so decided to change it.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;the best part was, &lt;br /&gt;i got lost in queensway. &lt;br /&gt;and when i finally go my shoes, &lt;br /&gt;i found out i FREAKIN bought a guy's shoe.&lt;br /&gt;and that size eight was the SMALLEST size.&lt;br /&gt;BRILLANT.&lt;br /&gt;so nvm. i went to choose another shoe.&lt;br /&gt;female shoe this time, i made sure.&lt;br /&gt;size four felt a lil squeezy and i thought abit bigger would make my calfs less fat so i told the guy to get one size bigger.&lt;br /&gt;holy cow mommy mau,&lt;br /&gt;that faggot got me a size 7 1/2 and i HAPPILY ACCEPTED it.&lt;br /&gt;GAAAARRRR.&lt;br /&gt;and im too lazy to go back to queensway to exchange another one.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;all i want for christmas is for my damn feet to grow bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went ARCADE!!&lt;br /&gt;XDXDXDXDXDXDXDXD&lt;br /&gt;havent gone there in like !@#$#@$%$ eons.&lt;br /&gt;i think nobody ever played the SHARKS and WINGS thing as violently as us.&lt;br /&gt;the pellets flew out everywhere and hit so many ppl&lt;br /&gt;i almost thought we might get banned from the arcade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw hello world, i have a new pet.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;and his name's xiao qiang.&lt;br /&gt;he's a cockroach with five legs and A feeler.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna release it soon.&lt;br /&gt;so if you ever find him, please be nice to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116690335742445281?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116690335742445281/comments/default' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday went queensway to buy shoes w my bro&lt;br /&gt;and met amos and perry.&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;den went to play pool in beauty world with my bro, wei ji and joel&lt;br /&gt;and met yoshi, clarissa and eugenia&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;was in jurong east with joel &lt;br /&gt;and met sam kwan&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw yesterday's bugis trip was kinda waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;din get to do anything spectacularly fun BUT food was good.&lt;br /&gt;:):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;JOEY! i have another place you can go for christmas dinner!!&lt;br /&gt;its very near the office and quite value for money!&lt;br /&gt;they serve you appetizer main course and dessert!&lt;br /&gt;salad and soup with garlic bread included!&lt;br /&gt;DAMN filling. gurantee plus chop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25169609.post-116654484726544367</id><published>2006-12-19T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T00:14:07.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid rain.&lt;br /&gt;stupid weather.&lt;br /&gt;this is the second time im not going out cos of this fine weather.&lt;br /&gt;first time was yesterday's platoon hotel thing.&lt;br /&gt;second time is today's dxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry platoonmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry ken tay, but you shouldnt be clubbing. clubbing's bad, stupid and boring. looking at girls being grinded isnt fun. and HOLY boys DONT club. because its there that they see satan at work. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw finally pooling tmr!&lt;br /&gt;xD and buying shoe. den going bugis.&lt;br /&gt;YAY YAY YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after bleaching/trinitying for so many days, finally a LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116654484726544367?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116654484726544367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116654484726544367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116654484726544367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116654484726544367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/12/stupid-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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autunm to winter and woah, the girl could still STAND UP and throw a dagger at andy lau.&lt;br /&gt;den she FINALLY died.&lt;br /&gt;oh and half the time she's making out.&lt;br /&gt;god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw talked to ken tay yesterday and i realized all i freaking want is a playmate.&lt;br /&gt;WTH.&lt;br /&gt;oh and my phone wasnt too friendly to him.&lt;br /&gt;went spasm after the batt flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uuQy6oPY_tU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uuQy6oPY_tU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pAvtHZ82GhQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pAvtHZ82GhQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i like this song. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116650531490510827?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116650531490510827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116650531490510827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116650531490510827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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broke.&lt;br /&gt;and just when i thought bad luck has done more than enough of its part already,&lt;br /&gt;it came bombarding me with another blow.&lt;br /&gt;because its saturday, the engineering department was closed and so wah la.&lt;br /&gt;no glue.&lt;br /&gt;but this friendly man called sam tried to help me.&lt;br /&gt;sam the handyman tried to screw nails into my shoe to get it to stick to the heel so i wont fall.&lt;br /&gt;but the heel was so god damn thick.&lt;br /&gt;sucha task was impossible for even sam the man.&lt;br /&gt;in the end i had to use scotch tape to fasten my heel to my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;YAY. i so dont look stupid walking with a bunch of scotch tape at the back of my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;and the poor shoe not only had to suffer from the unsuccessful screwing, but also the humiliation i had imposed on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyw, today worked OT.&lt;br /&gt;just came back about half an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;not bad laa.&lt;br /&gt;we spent one hour eating while getting paid to eat. x)&lt;br /&gt;the other hour or so sitting around also while being paid to do so.&lt;br /&gt;X))&lt;br /&gt;LIZA ah LIZA.&lt;br /&gt;suck up to her and maybe she'll massage ur shoulder or better yet, buy you an OSIM chair the next time you tell her ur tired instead of being ticked off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116629966174447746?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116629966174447746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116629966174447746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116629966174447746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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righttt.&lt;br /&gt;i know you use the plates free laa.&lt;br /&gt;but you try carrying like 20 of them on ur arm moving 9834710293 times in and out of the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;BLEAHHHHx.&lt;br /&gt;inconsiderate selfinterestfirst nincompoops.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:@&lt;br /&gt;dang it la.&lt;br /&gt;dang them laa.&lt;br /&gt;just thank god they dont ask ridiculous qns like the two whackos in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;PFFFFFT.&lt;br /&gt;joey din even help.&lt;br /&gt;GR.&lt;br /&gt;still can laugh at me huh.&lt;br /&gt;smack you until the CSI can find my fingerprint on ur face then you know ah.&lt;br /&gt;thank god nv do overtime so dunnit to take same shuttle bus as the two MUTTs.&lt;br /&gt;SO TERRORISING please.&lt;br /&gt;and they ask why im so shy.&lt;br /&gt;FREAKS you know.&lt;br /&gt;one even gave me a key chain he koped which i gave to amy. =/&lt;br /&gt;btw, it would have been so entertaining if i gave them daryl's no.&lt;br /&gt;i mean he'll think that they're probably some starhub customers looking for jasmine and the two !@#$%%'ll be as confused as a pile of tadpoles swimming in a teacup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;dinner was much more demanding.&lt;br /&gt;you're kinda like assigned to tables.&lt;br /&gt;thank god my table was nice laa.&lt;br /&gt;joanna's table was damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;a table of drunken old men.&lt;br /&gt;they drink beer and wine faster than i breathe in oxygen please.&lt;br /&gt;so we had to keep serving and clearing their glasses.&lt;br /&gt;GR.&lt;br /&gt;one even vomited.&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY LOUDMOUTH OL' BARTHBAGS.&lt;br /&gt;they're so irritating and demanding,&lt;br /&gt;i feel like stuffing hydrocholric acid into they're food and watch neutralization take place and kill them as they burn from the inside being an exothermic reaction.&lt;br /&gt;BUT i din. :)&lt;br /&gt;taking comfort in the fact that they'll die young or go senile and get sent to imh [which ever comes first] so that our society'll be spared from their excessive unglam and notorious behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;and amy split red wine all over herself and one of the guys she's supposed to serve.&lt;br /&gt;damn sad for her laa.&lt;br /&gt;RARR.&lt;br /&gt;even tho the work sucks, the people are damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;this guy just help me do everything from cutting the fish for my table to bringing extra plates, bowls and spoons for me tho he's allocated to another table.&lt;br /&gt;seriously i bet i'll be super suay like amy if not for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the work and sore feet're enough to KILL.&lt;br /&gt;dont think i'll be continuing. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116577340217866739?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116577340217866739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;hard work doesnt ensure success.&lt;br /&gt;it just prepares you when opportunity comes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im feeling really CRANKY.&lt;br /&gt;please ignore me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116566916018624550?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116566916018624550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116566916018624550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116566916018624550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im now void of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 being a hermit and washing my hands off everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116559452511821680?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116559452511821680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116559452511821680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116559452511821680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116559452511821680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-116547480016085161</id><published>2006-12-07T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T15:09:47.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to do&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to think&lt;br /&gt;someone just gimme a clue please&lt;br /&gt;i still feel so bloody lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it that you want&lt;br /&gt;what is it ur trying to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;br /&gt;i hate being left hanging&lt;br /&gt;to believe what im seeing&lt;br /&gt;or what ur making me see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;looking at it positively, &lt;br /&gt;many many ppl wanna shoot me&lt;br /&gt;as much as i wanna be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;fucking fake people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116547480016085161?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116547480016085161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116547480016085161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116547480016085161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116547480016085161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/12/sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-sigh-i-dunno.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-116507524336333038</id><published>2006-12-02T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T00:00:43.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking tired today.&lt;br /&gt;and when im super tired, i have this bloody tendency to get REALLY REALLY high den start bad mooding and KAOz everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyw swami today was RUBBISH.&lt;br /&gt;as i was freaking tired,&lt;br /&gt;i din wanna sing to the old folks.&lt;br /&gt;how about they all give you the shut the fuck up face.&lt;br /&gt;im sure i would feel so encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;maybe the organizers should survey the folks there.&lt;br /&gt;i bet most want the atrocious singing thrown out of the list of things to do to entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;you can totally see the word SUFFERING oozing out from their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;frankly i dont think it entertains them at all.&lt;br /&gt;they look like they're being tormented.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;and they probably find the singing irritating.&lt;br /&gt;oh and the way they randomly thrust the tamborine at some selected old folks really make you fear for the elderly's heart.&lt;br /&gt;bless them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wei ji and i went to play majong w some other elderly.&lt;br /&gt;and i got scolded by swami's 'du shen' cause i kept asking him to choose what pai he wanted me to throw.&lt;br /&gt;see, it doesnt pay to be nice at all.&lt;br /&gt;PFFFFFT.&lt;br /&gt;but the old man was happy after we let him win.&lt;br /&gt;BUT when we were playing halfway,&lt;br /&gt;the horrendous singing came to haunt us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den i did something damn embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;well, it aint my fault.&lt;br /&gt;you see, they were asking for volunteers to do this christmas play.&lt;br /&gt;and they were quite desperate and frantic so min hui, andrew, vince, xiu ting and i volunteered.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;the woman told us that we were to be dressed up as FURNITURE.&lt;br /&gt;at that point i couldnt stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. what has furniture got to do with christmas.&lt;br /&gt;and like omg. they desperately need ppl to be in a play to be FURNITURE.&lt;br /&gt;WTH. that's like being a tree at the background of the play.&lt;br /&gt;and that part is usually for calafares&lt;br /&gt;and just when i thought that was the epitome of ridiculously funny,&lt;br /&gt;she said we would be furniture that can move;&lt;br /&gt;like the teapot and cup in beauty and the beast,&lt;br /&gt;we would be tables, chairs and cupboards that can move and sing.&lt;br /&gt;damn funny i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;i just cant picture myself being subjected to such humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;how wonderful eh.&lt;br /&gt;me a chair? a cupoard? a table?&lt;br /&gt;other than flat, i dont think we have anything else in common please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, i dont mean to insult or shame or embarass swami ppl.&lt;br /&gt;please dont take this post too harshly.&lt;br /&gt;these are just my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;i know you all are nice ppl with big hearts.&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116507524336333038?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116507524336333038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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and animax. lala so just bear with me abit kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cLiyD3PMYV8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cLiyD3PMYV8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/biqSTTMDr8I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/biqSTTMDr8I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MgY9Pik9BGY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MgY9Pik9BGY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JmfvC06_C0o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JmfvC06_C0o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Otehm1YBck"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Otehm1YBck" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YLvRTOhv3vo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YLvRTOhv3vo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GkDJX7Vy-5I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GkDJX7Vy-5I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQdi9NYaP_I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQdi9NYaP_I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LzrX20Atf2k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LzrX20Atf2k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DfHHeIqhmqY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DfHHeIqhmqY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Gv_E7-QS50"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Gv_E7-QS50" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL MOVE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TDxs8U9zrg0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TDxs8U9zrg0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but trust me, when you watch twinkle,&lt;br /&gt;all the cool shit's gone.&lt;br /&gt;replaced by a FREAKING retard.&lt;br /&gt;i think he'll scream and shoot himself in the head if he realize what on earth he's singing.&lt;br /&gt;xiao zhu ah xiao zhu.&lt;br /&gt;dont sing english please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is damn freaking GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sCwwZus-8wg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sCwwZus-8wg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt help that they keep emphasizing that wo ai ni, ni ai wo.&lt;br /&gt;and just when you're starting to question their sexually,&lt;br /&gt;they confirm that they're gay by adding&lt;br /&gt;a shi zhen de. =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116459683139218912?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116459683139218912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116459683139218912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116459683139218912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116459683139218912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/11/okayyyyyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-116459215310739568</id><published>2006-11-27T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T09:49:13.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>are all my thoughts of you sweet raptured light;&lt;br /&gt;it ends here tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taiwan's okay.&lt;br /&gt;the food's great and so are the taiwanese people &lt;br /&gt;DAN SHUI!! go there and eat till ur bellies burst.&lt;br /&gt;so what if you get diahorrea after that rightt.&lt;br /&gt;the food's worth it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh and i spent the last day slacking in my hotel room watching animax.&lt;br /&gt;so many anime please. x)&lt;br /&gt;anyw, the best thing about taiwan is that i get away from everything here.&lt;br /&gt;its been hard but i'll pull through.&lt;br /&gt;yepps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but boo.&lt;br /&gt;did very little shopping.&lt;br /&gt;=/ so souveneirs aint alot.&lt;br /&gt;sorry honeys. but my stomach comes first. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RARR.&lt;br /&gt;i miss working with the starhub ppl.&lt;br /&gt;but im going back today. x))&lt;br /&gt;they are uber nice and funny.&lt;br /&gt;basically i really like their good nature and generosity.&lt;br /&gt;though sales were rotten during the carnival[18 nov],&lt;br /&gt;BIG BOSS still treat us dinner!&lt;br /&gt;by the bay somemore hor!&lt;br /&gt;mai seng seng&lt;br /&gt;CARNIVAL + DINNER + DUNKING MACHINE + F4 = VERY HAPPY GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;never had so much fun since like in crescent. x))&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;where's my BANANA BOAT and FISHING ah uncle. &gt;:@&lt;br /&gt;kidding laa.&lt;br /&gt;wo hearts f4 =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw okayy laaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;i take back my words about andy.&lt;br /&gt;since he so nice, offered to chauffeur me here there and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;lemme watch tv in his house somemore.&lt;br /&gt;i here by announce:&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;u&gt;andy is funny AT TIMES&lt;/u&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;[happy lao da?! anyw wo zhi shi shi hua shi shuo ma]&lt;br /&gt;but i think his friend christina's funnier.&lt;br /&gt;i like her analogy about two ppl fighting over nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'its like when i eat and accidentally leave behind a grain of rice, you all start fighting about the reason why i leave it behind'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;btw, i feel kinda unsafe when andy drives.&lt;br /&gt;suan him abit he either:&lt;br /&gt;1)anyhow swerve ACROSS the expressway. yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;2)[brake then accelerate, brake then accelerate] x30 in about 1 min. so the whole vehicle jerk like its having spasm.&lt;br /&gt;he's one person im gonna bet that's gonna die young.&lt;br /&gt;i just pray im never gonna have to be his passenger ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZeDtiDudFtc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZeDtiDudFtc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe myself.&lt;br /&gt;im indulging in this kinda nonsense to fill my head with other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. i guess that's it.&lt;br /&gt;rarr. life sucks eat drugs.&lt;br /&gt;you get it alrights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116459215310739568?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116459215310739568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116459215310739568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116459215310739568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116459215310739568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/11/are-all-my-thoughts-of-you-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-116415286659907161</id><published>2006-11-22T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T07:47:46.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fate fell short this time;&lt;br /&gt;smile fades in the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to taiwann. :(&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss f4 and MSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle 6 million remember k! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116415286659907161?l=retardedcreeps-.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-25169609.post-116347533492145115</id><published>2006-11-14T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T15:37:17.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>step up is boring. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i feel super cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since we only watched 9:30 movie, i could have sold some starhub stuffs and earn some peanuts before coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about allocative inefficency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;private marginal cost. tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den again, i might not have sold anything so maybe its better that this is the opportunity cost of going to the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rarr. i know im being stupid but must practice econs. failed like some bloody lao sai the last time i STUDIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs are for spastic ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'll just seek comfort in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i am a good girl, i shalt not comment on thy econs teachers]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is fun tho i did more training. the ppl there are very friendly. and they're so nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course mahh. im officially their LAO DA. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im the lao da of twenty plus year old men. and believe me, they actually really call me lao da. how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes they get so lame until even I find it torturous to smile at their jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but andy laughs at EVERYTHING. and he laugh like some freaky hyena. EVEN I GOT SCARED after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, it takes a REALLY SPASTIC person to scare a spastic person. so you can roughly gauge how frightening he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously find it hard to believe he actually manages to get 6 points for his Os. he laughs at the most random/unfunny stuffs. the weirdest thing is, sometimes he's the only one that laughs at his own jokes and everyone else just stares at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if anyone actually laughs, they're laughing at his retardedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw but they are nice still. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw: COME FIND ME IF YOU ARE CONSIDERING GETTING 1) CABLE TV 2) maxonline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see you nice ppl, i give you best price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and there's now this year end promotion. where you get a FREE DESKTOP/NOTEBOOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL SIAHX. STYLO MILO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough of this useless promoting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, i just took my longest bus ride on sunday. took 61 for 3 plus freaking hours from bukit batok terminal to eunos and den 154 from eunos back home. yes, we are very free people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really sit until pi gu lan. if you put an egg on my seat, a chick'll probably hatch after we got down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den again maybe not. the bus was freaking cold. my fridge feels warmer i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. this is what cheapo ppl do when they go out with nothing better to do. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, went for swami walk thing before the senseless bus rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being an usher at some ulunated corner of sembawang, 3 taxis actually stopped cause they thought i wanted to flag a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everytime some of these marathon runners run [walk rather] pass me, they would ask me how long more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the bloody hell would i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it got so irritating i ended up giving them some random values just to give them a peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know something like 1.85346km/2938m and 29cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullshit cock. well, at least i got some entertainment looking at their confused looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, look at this please:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nupdcGwIG-g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nupdcGwIG-g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAO DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. x]x]x]x]x]x]x]x]x]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116347533492145115?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116347533492145115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116347533492145115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116347533492145115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116347533492145115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/11/step-up-is-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-116205647207409923</id><published>2006-10-29T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T13:21:57.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the resort damn nice x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather spacious and hotel like feeling. &lt;br /&gt;not bad considering its about 5 bucks per person. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its just not right to fit 23 ppl with two DDR mats inside.&lt;br /&gt;cos there'll be no place for anything else. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats the point of it looking like a hotel when you cant sleep peacefully like you would in a hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RARR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i never missed my bed more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this class chalet made me really appreciate the lil things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. i dont have to sleep in a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. there's nobody dancing and thumpping to butterfly while ur trying so desperately to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. tho my sister kicks me when she sleeps, at least we sleep on a queen size bed. so i can change postion and still be able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. i dont sleep between someone who constantly change swimming positions while sleeping and some one who kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. i can have a pillow and blanket ALL to ME MYSELF and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but apart from it, i think the chalet's quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, for one, i din know that the DDR was so popular amongst t15s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the DDR was supposed to be for me peiqi and min hui to practice so we wont malu in front of those ah lians again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, in case i see them again less malu la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean how can i kaopeh them after looking so stupid missing all the shots in an EASY piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just wrong la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw frankly, i think the most interesting and memorable thing in the chalet was the night part when everyone was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couples slept together. ^^ who knows what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i wanna know. its their own secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den everybody anyhow sleep. can sleep where den sleep where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, hightlights of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1# isaac hugs gabriel when he's sleeping and the poor boy almost died in his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2# jac jac kicks gerard's jewels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3# jac jac kicks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4# jac jac chases everyone else out of the bed with her eyes close. [pro siax]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5# gerard curses jac2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6# joseph, isaac, shu ming chases jac jac out of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7# isaac gets horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8# vince fell off the bed and hit minhui salimah and jac jac who were sleeping on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh. anyw i made a new friend in orchid country club.&lt;br /&gt;his name is zhiyuan. and he's uber duber cuper cute.&lt;br /&gt;met him at the bowling alley and we started this crazy waving game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i like cute lil five year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but me jessica and wenxi left early to find the lounge cause wx wanted to sing. =/&lt;br /&gt;cannot zhong se qing you mahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. im deadbeat. and i havent finish stupid pw ARGHHHHH. life's pissing me off big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116205647207409923?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116205647207409923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116205647207409923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116205647207409923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116205647207409923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/10/resort-damn-nice-x-rather-_116205647207409923.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-116144875740157775</id><published>2006-10-22T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:54:00.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so i went for cip AND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call it suayness if you may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kena confronted by three ah lians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so one of them was damn cute, small and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i admit looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when they confronted me, and uglier girl [okay, to be point blank frank, she's ugly] accused me of diaoing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retarded shit, of course i laughed la. it sounded so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyw, the worst part was that they spoke in mandrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confronting someone who doesnt speak in that language?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, this was how the convo went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly ah lian 1: ni wei shen me diao wo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i just stared bewildered at her]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly ah lian 1:!@#$^!$! [erm, i couldnt process what she said in mandrin you see. aiya, pple's chinese lousy whatt]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: wo mei you diao ni [ yes, i felt pathetic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly ah lian 2: #@?++!@#$?! [i still have no idea what they were saying]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: [laughed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly ah lian 2: ni xiao shen me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: [still trying to process what i wanted to say in mandrin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly ah lian2: gen ni jiang hua wo de kou dou lan diao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den they walked off&lt;br /&gt;pretty girl din say anything. WTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRR. im so pissed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;IF i were more fluent in mandrin i could have managed more than a feeble 'wo mei you diao ni'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate feeling so pathetically useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH anyw, o should have spoken to them in english la.&lt;br /&gt;then they'll be the ones that will tio stun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this was how the convo SHOULD have gone [translated/dubbed in english]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly ah lian:why you roll your eyes at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly ah lian: i saw you rolling your eyes at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hello, excuse me ah. i was just looking at your friend there cause she's pretty unlike you.&lt;br /&gt;[you see, you hafta praise them as well so u'll at least get a supporter]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den from here, the convo can go two ways.&lt;br /&gt;1#:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly ah lian: you wanna get whacked isit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: you lay one finger on me and i'll sue you for assault apart from harressment which you are doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw these girls look younger than me. its all about talking big i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, the 2nd way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly ah lian: look at ppl you think free ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: what are pretty things for if they are not allowed to be admired by others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly ah lian: you must pay to go inside an art gallery what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: okay. i'll pay if she was in a gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly, i dont think either conversation would have gone very long or far cause those ah lians were just using those typical phrases used in an ah beng/lian world. you can probably find them in an idiots guide to confront ppl for diaoing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, if they whip up their handphones to call their boyfriends/gang/etc, i'll walk away and the following convo will follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly ah lian:eh. why you walk away. hum ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: den what you want me to do, wait for your friend to come ah. you think your friend very big isit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugly ah lian: bigger than you okay, coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: aiyo, ah girl ah, there's a difference between a coward and being stupid. this is so gonna be a big waste of my time, so im not going to be so stupid. but well, if you really want me to wait, i guess you could always wait for me to call the police to come too right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE, dang la. WHY dont they speak in english.&lt;br /&gt;or rather why din i speak in english&lt;br /&gt;or why arent i fluent in mandrin?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when im unable to say something back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know im smarter then them but i just cant outwit them due to the language barrier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feeling sucks i tell you. being unable to stand up and defend yourself from these brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm, englishgalgal_89@gmail.com will take over pathetic_gal89@hotmail.com next next week if i ever see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, anyw, zel said i should call her next time.&lt;br /&gt;but trust me, it'll turn out to be so so so disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah lian: ni de peng you diao wo, wo bu shuang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zel: ni mama, chou lan jiao, chao ji bye... etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah lian:?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zel: ni papa, ta ma de, kana sai, siao zha ba, si mi lan jiao... etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ah lians will look at her bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, zel cant speak mandrin either, so anyhow whack nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ownage method i tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116144875740157775?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116144875740157775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116144875740157775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116144875740157775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116144875740157775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-so-i-went-for-cip-and.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-116101003912612280</id><published>2006-10-16T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T22:47:21.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY's a lucky lucky lucky day for jm ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played majong with gabriel and i won with a 13 yao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've taken over as du shen. x) [yeah right]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den during detention, i told micheal tan i was mugging in the canteen and the nice man let me off unscath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala. talking about detentions/disciplinary actions taken up by school authorities, look at what my bro and his friends did when they were told to give the discipline mistress a letter of reflection. trust me, the letters really scared the shit outta the lady until she apologised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Bernadette Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I were going up to class at around 1pm on Friday (13/10/2006). Our lunch break had just ended and we were making our way up from a football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the fourth floor, we heard Mrs. Bernadette Lim's ear-piercing voice. She was on the fifth floor and we heard her shouting at a couple of students, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was in my PE attire and I know wearing it for lunch would cause Mrs. Lim to start finding trouble with me, I decided to take a detour and go up from another stairway on the fourth floor. My friends, being my buddies, also accompanied me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we made it to the fifth floor, we walked back to our class. However, on the way back, we saw Mrs. Lim walking our way from outside our class in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again, we went back down to take a separate route, the original one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reckoned that she had gone, as she was previously walking away from our class, so I thought the danger of being picked on by her was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went up, already late for lesson. She was still there, targeting a bunch of Lower Secondary pupils over their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she turned to us. She flared up and started screaming at us, asking us if we knew the time then and why we were late for class. Then she started scolding me for not having my "proper attire on". Then shouted for me to go back to my class, get changed, and report back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did. However, I fail to comprehend why the PE attire is not allowed to be worn during lunch break. If it isn't what she considers as the "proper attire" to be worn in school, then why is the attire sold in school? Is it not right if I decide to engage in sporting activities in what I define as the proper sport attire? Is it not right to try to keep my uniform clean from mud that might stain it if I played soccer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand a need for students to wear neat and standardised attire during lessons or assembly. However, during break time? I don't fully understand a need to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did get changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she started scolding us for irrelevant stuff. She started shouting things at us such as 'Dont try to mess with me!' and 'If you want to behave like a delinquent, I will not hesitate to kick you out of my school!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she scolded me for giving her 'that look'. I was giving her a perfectly straight face. If there was something wrong with my expression, then nine billion other people around the world deserve a scolding by her too. If she just doesnt like my face, then sorry, but I dont quite like her face either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then proceeded to ask Mr. Liu, whose period for my class was for, if we were perpetual late comers for class. He said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not true. These teachers enjoy picking on students like us. I probably went in late for his lesson for less than five times. In fact, more often than not, he comes in late for class, not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She carried on haranguing at us and started to stab me in my chest with her red pen, pushing me back all the time. Rest assured, that hurts real bad. And when I raised my back to shield it off by covering my chest, she pushed my hand down and asked me to put my hand down, all this while continually stabbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asked me how many times I came in late for class this year. I told her I didnt know. Am I supposed to keep count each time I come in late for class? Usually it is the teachers who come in late for class. And I bet they dont keep count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she called me a "first class idiot" for not knowing how many times I went in late for class this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would now like to ask her how many times she went to the toilet this year. Dont know? FIRST CLASS IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time while scolding us, she also kept pointing her finger in our faces and poking the air in front of us. Her finger was so close to our faces that she seemed like she wanted to skewer our eyeballs and gorge them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that was an obvious lack of basic manners. That's not just rude and insulting, it's taunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole incident goes to prove that just because certain people with higher authority have had a bad day, was suffering from post menstrual mood swings, or was angry or depressed due to a fight with a spouse the night before, they sometimes abuse their authority and go about enting their anger on others unreasonably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is rather unimaginable that these people actually get paid to act so barbarically as part of their jobs, while the victims of the attacks actually pays the fees to go through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she finally let us off back to class, after delaying us later by 10 minutes, requesting for a letter of explanation and reflection on Monday. Thus this letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above was the explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret being late for class, and I will not be late for class anymore, as it is utterly troublesome, time-consuming, embarrassing, insulting, and can even be painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Ang (10)&lt;br /&gt;Class 307&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his friend's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection Letter &lt;br /&gt;My friends and I were going up to class at around 1pm on Friday (13/10/2006). Our lunch break was just ending and we were going up to our class from a football game. Upon reaching the fourth floor, we heard Mrs. Bernadette Lim's screaming at some students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my friend was in his PE attire and wearing it for lunch would cause Mrs. Lim to start finding trouble with him since Mrs Lim knew him and he knew he would be picked upon, we decided to go a different, longer route and go up from another stairway on the fourth floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth floor, we were going up to our class when Mrs. Lim started walking in our direction again. So, after seeing that, we took the original route back to our class. We thought that she had gone away, as she was walking away from our class, so we thought it was finally safe to go up to class. All these costed us valuable time, and we wasted 10 minutes running up and down. Before the school asks us about why we did all these instead of just going up, I would first state that after being a student in this school for 3 years, that is your first reaction after hearing or seeing Mrs. Lim. In fact, while we were being scolded, two or three sec 3 students stumbled upon our scene and turned tail and ran frantically in the opposite direction. That says alot about the repellent status of the 5th floor staircase at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Mrs Lim was not gone yet and we found ourselves being screamed at. She was scolding three poor secondary 2 girls who had not tied their hair properly. Then, she started scolding us and my friend on why he was wearing his PE attire during lunch. Afterall, we had just come from playing sports and it should be understandable that he was in PE attire, otherwise, what was PE attire for if not for playing sports? However, he had not forseen that he would be late for class, thus he did not bring his uniform down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had not tried to defy her but she started screaming at us like we were defiant. She shouted that she would not be hesitant to kick us out of the school or things like that when we were just late for class. Most uncomprehendable is, she screamed at my friend for giving her "that look" when he was not even trying anything like rolling his eyes etc. Instead, he was just looking fairly subdued after being screamed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she asked Mr Liu GK, our maths teacher and teacher for that period, whether we were perpetual latecomers for his class. At first, we thought he would say no, since we are definately not perpetual latecomers for his class. If we were considered perpetual latecomers, then most of our classmates would be around there with us. For the last term, since only one week has passed for this term, I do not believe I have been late for his class more than he has been late for our class. And since he is the one perpetually late, I feel that it is below his status to compare with me so I would say I have been late for his class at most, five times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She carried on screaming at us and started to stab my friend's chest with her red pen, poking with a vengence. When he raised his hand to shield the stabs off by covering his chest, she pushed his hand down and asked him to put my hand down, all this while continually stabbing. After all these, he told us it hurt alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she asked us how many times we were late for class this year, it should be understandable that you do not know. Afterall, why would you keep track of how many times you were late for lessons? She called my friend a first class idiot for not knowing how many times he was late for class this year. And when he said he did not know, she scolded him that. As the proverb, "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" says, she should not scold people a first class idiot unless she herself wants to be scolded that by someone else. Being a teacher grants you higher status in school, however it doesn't grant you more human rights than students. After all, you can be sued for defamation outside, if you say that of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, while scolding us, she kept pointing her fingernail dangerously close to our eyes. Of course, out of natural reflex, your reaction is to look down. However, she forced us to look up at her instead of trying to protect our eyes being skewered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she finally let us off back to class, after delaying us later by 10 minutes, requesting for a letter of reflection on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly, sincerely apologetic for being late for class. This has hampered my teachers in teaching my class, as our entering the class late would have distracted the teachers and students into looking in our directions when we entered the class. We are aware that our O-levels are next year, and that we should be "panicking for our O-levels", and "studying now", as your great wisdom shown by your many years of teaching experience reveals itself in your words of wisdom to 306. I have not done well as well for this time's exam, and definately will be trying hard to excel next year for our prelims and O-levels, so as not to disappoint the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are sorry to have wasted your time in scolding us and also made you late for your own 310 class. They have also expressed to me their disappointment in your latecoming of class having been well-nurtured by you to have good results. We will go up to class when the five minute bell rings next time to avoid being late for class and, of course, your wrath. Although we are not perpetually late for class, you have indeed caught us late on that particular day and we cannot blame it on luck, although it was Friday the 13th but instead, we must blame it on ourselves for being late. Thus, this will ensure that we try our utmost best to be early for class next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the teacher should also be early for class and not perpetually late, as some of our teachers have been to prevent the students from being late for class. Both students and teachers should thoroughly follow the school values of Loyalty, Filial Piety, Humanity, Love, Courtesy, Righteousness, Integrity and Shame for certain teachers are definately lacking in some parts of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is unfortunate for me to cut this letter short for I should be panicking for the O-levels and studying. All in all, I am very sorry for being late for Mr Liu GK's class and we will not do that again. My parents have also consented to leave their signature on this letter as prove of how sorry I am, and hope that the school would not make a mountain out of a molehill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chengwei, Ang (09)&lt;br /&gt;Class 307&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. why are angs so talented?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116101003912612280?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116101003912612280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116101003912612280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116101003912612280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/116101003912612280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/10/todays-lucky-lucky-lucky-day-for-jm.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-116089660428453674</id><published>2006-10-15T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T17:33:36.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh this is how sucky life can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 cpanel apparently took over tagboard and wahla. my tagboard's gone cause i used a dysfunctional email account to register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 bleach wont load. GARRR. its either i cant find the episode i want OR my stupid com refuse to have sound OR its in some unknown format! damn youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had open house yesterday. judo's fun once you have the guts to throw pple. x) MAYBE i really should consider joining it seeing how useless i am in gym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but abit strange right. i mean everyone know each other there alr. and i hate feeling ousted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den again, gym'll have another new member xt, so that means me, xt, terri and sandra'll have to work DAMN DAMN HARD since all of us havent been able to complete our rountine - not to speak about perfecting it. furthermore, xt'll have to start from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the problem starts here. there will be, let's say, at most TWO tramps. so only two ppl'll be able to jump at one go. and there are like about 8 ppl who needs to train. and cca's only two hours including warm up. so everyone gets about 15 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA learn what i ask you. i must be a child prodigy to finish everything and take part in com next year please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as everybody know, im one clumsy person who cant even somersault straight. im just gonna embarass myself in next year's com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;judo on the other hand should be easy peasy [excluding pt] since i have such an aggressive nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to unleash lots of anger and disappointment in me you see. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might as well polish it so i can not only look and sound fierce but be fierce as well. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one thing. i think i'd miss terri. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyws, sometimes im kinda glad for all the conflicts happening at home cause it leaves me little time t think about other less important things like we know who. i mean the conflicts are like this constant battle you have to face and well, something you have to be mentally prepared to face without shedding a tear. sure you get shattered and hurt but soon it'll just might make you stronger and numb to all the violence and insult and the fabricated or modified lies. but sometimes it numb you so much you question whether you love them anymore. esp when you hear that they want to pull you out of school and stuffs liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irrational words of accumulated anger. still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimme a break will ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-116089660428453674?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/116089660428453674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=116089660428453674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gRRRR. and so im sacrificing my sleep. i think i'll be damn moody later in school. but since my bro's staying up the night thru to mug i guess i oughta help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE, im a good girl/sister okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, my mom's damn nice to me for the last two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she even wrapped my sprained foot tho it really din need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im goodness, i fell down like 6 days ago and im wearing this really huge bandage only now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh im so gonna be a laughing stock in school unless i come up with some stupid reason for the bandage like i fell down from a flight of steps or maybe the bus ran over my foot or better yet,shelby spat on my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, i just hate to disagree with my mom with she's in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos it doesnt come very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. my phone line aint gonna be cut because of some reason. x)x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my mom doesnt know. so that means that i'll have to pay the bill ALL by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that isnt exactly a problem rightt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, i'll stop disgracing myself. i wont ask [blank] out anymore. geez. i fucking give up please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115998122294641602?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115998122294641602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115998122294641602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115998122294641602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115998122294641602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/10/gosh-its-110am-and-im-still-teaching.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115986046105451026</id><published>2006-10-03T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T15:29:50.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay enough of ranting. i'll learn to indulge in my unfortunate plight myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it aint good to be so emotional. TOLERANCE's the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2875/196/1600/ren.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2875/196/400/ren.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT somethings cannot be tolerated like A FREAKING INDIAN DRIVER. just my luck to meet one this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wearing my school blouse and put A DOLLAR COIN cause i din have any other loose change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what that amazing man did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked me for my bus pass and said i'll have to pay 1.5o if i din have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i would have strangled him on the spot if he wasnt so frighteningly black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would i have t use coins if i had my bus pass, idiot. and hello, im a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i shall forgive him since he was balding in the middle. evidence of a decomposing turtle that once prowled the vacuum beneath the thick skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just this unspoken hatred between indians and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps because they think im flaunting my mole so they wanna show me how pathetically small and negligible it is compared to them. and so how more superior they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. i know who's boss now alrights. GAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, sunday was nice. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115986046105451026?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115986046105451026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115986046105451026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115986046105451026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115986046105451026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-enough-of-ranting.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115979363184985515</id><published>2006-10-02T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T21:50:47.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone out there please tell my parents that they are fucking retarded. AND unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i exceeded my phoneline and I PAID the 89.45 bucks MYSELF and now they're CANCELLING my phoneline again cos they think i'll be going into PROSTITUTION to pay my bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT EVEN LET A SINGLE GUY COME CLOSE TO ME WHEN IM CLUBBING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because m1 din let YOU cancel my line cause I subscribed to it, YOU threaten to write to the FORUM to get it your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH THIS IS THE MOST NEUROTIC THING I'VE EVER HEARD OF and i dont think there'll be ANYONE WHO CAN DO WORSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUUUCCCCKKKK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell's wrong with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna drown them into the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i HATE BEING A POOR RICH GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a bloody fucking poor girl with hardly enough money. BUT I HAVE PARENTS WHO ARE SO RICH BUT SO KIAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention abit weird in their thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really have a problem with the kiam part i mean i can understand if they're trying to teach me the value of a dollar. but what irony isit when they cancel my phoneline cause they were afraid i wont be able to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want to let me know the value of a bloody Aluminium Bronze,6.30g, 22.40mm wide and 2.40mm thick coin?! shouldnt you let me find legal means of attaining it through hard work? oh and i'll never stoop so low as to go into prostitution. you think too lowly of your daughter, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[anyw, just for your information, you're not only thinking too lowly of me, but also of your own capability as a parent.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate it when they do stupid things like call other people's parents to complain about their kids because they LENT THEIR FRIEND SOMETHING. [you see, my parents think its illegal for me to borrow stuff] OR FORCE THE POLICE TO GET THEIR DAUGHTER A POLICE RECORD. when the police din want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure they thought she was mad and that's why they recommended us to seek counselling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents say i'll turn bad if i continue using the phone so much. so those people who exceed their basic phone plan turns out bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH HOW MANY BAD PEOPLE ARE THERE IN THIS WORLD NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wait till the day i snap and start knifing ALL OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, i need my phone because not everybody would know that i dont have one now, and erm let's see, how frustrating it would be if those ppl who thought i had a phone tried to contact me during an emergency or even like those primary school mates or my beloved platoonmates when we have an outing. think about these ppl. or maybe think about urself. let's say you had a last minute decision to get me. maybe a change in venue or something. guess what. you wont be able too. or if i suddenly had detention. i wont be able to inform you. so happy waiting for me for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you dont want me to have friends cause ALL MY FRIENDS ARE BAD INFLUENCES TO YOU. and so you cut my line to make me undetactable from them so i'll turn out good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO BE AN ANTI SOCIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry im not turning out to be the person you want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a people's person. and yes, i hate studying. i rather hog onto my phone and call ppl then study. i dont need to be rich to be happy, so therefore i dont need a highflying job to be rich to be happy. thus, i dont need so high an education level to get a high paying job to be rich to be happy. come on, i just need people i know and like. in otherwords my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna drop out of school and start working SO THAT I CAN SUPPORT MYSELF WITHOUT their interference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes. we'll see to that alrights. then they CANT THREATEN MY BASIC NECESSITIES like pocket money or take away my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell im 17. nvm one more year and they cant control me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNTING DOWN TO MY 18th BIRTHDAY HAS NEVER BEEN SO NERVE WRECKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[okay sorry. i know i sound kinda rude at certain parts but i REALLY need to rant]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115979363184985515?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115979363184985515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115979363184985515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115979363184985515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115979363184985515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/10/someone-out-there-please-tell-my.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115963190820928336</id><published>2006-09-30T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:58:28.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate it when you do this. i hate it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it aint cos i dont love you but seriously there's just so much that one can tolerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye mom, till we meet again i hope you'll stop acting so impulsively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it not only makes you look stupid, it embarrasses me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i promise not to be racist against malays forever and ever and ever. then again, i was never really racist against malays. only LINGAM and some stupid indian's failed attempt t rape me. yes kenneth, i think he's blind too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was walking t my grands when i fell and sprained my ankle. and this group of nice nice mutt came and help me. they even massage my feet please. LOL. they offered t carry me but i said no. so pai seh cannnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ankle's now big and swollen. haha. so pro right. just when im on the run. what suayness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115963190820928336?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115963190820928336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115963190820928336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115963190820928336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115963190820928336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-it-when-you-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115946668718453837</id><published>2006-09-29T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T03:08:55.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck life fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont wanna go into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyw, went ter meet ML in the morning. x) sadly, din exactly talk for long cause kenneth tay called in the morning so i was kinda late and i couldnt stay long cos i was goin to kope cards. =/ but still, abit was better than nothing. [anyw, no kenneth, its not ur fault. i was anyw far too lazy to leave my bed.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went weiji house to kope cards. im reforming my whole deck. and kurt kinda suck after you realize how much better other cards are. im reforming the old deck and maybe forming a new deck. do a rhyno. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw i need ta hone my gaming skills cause i decided that whoever my next bf will be, MUST have an xbox or playstation. den we can play together every single day. and what unfunness it would be if i continue to suck at controling the joystick,[ or rather, controlling my fingers. (no, you moron, of course not lose control until i look like a retard with parkinson disease)] cause den it'll be no kick winning me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i have a tremendously huge ego. [though bruised and battered, it's still there, and i guess its pretty big.] so i'll probably murder you if you win me 10 rows straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, kenneth tay the pro kia din tell me he had church at 630. i rush down t kap,cos he was goin to help me with my deck. in the end saw him for arnd 10 min before he was supposed to go BUT thank god that godly boy stayed for about 20 minutes longer to hear me rant about how upset i was abt [blank] and den liak came and rescued me at 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pooled. x)&lt;br /&gt;okay.so i whined and complained about [blank] when i pooled too. big deal. [blank]just have no idea how much his actions affect me. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a jealous gal is a moody gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it aint ur fault. i was just living in my own thoughts of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-that is, until reality stomped by two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. and to think almost two months ago i would've swore that it was mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffffft. i just wasted 4 months of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's more than 1/52th of my pathetic life. given that i'll probably die soon cause of my promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. maybe you're just gay. erm hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody eat me please. i so need a date with a wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115946668718453837?l=retardedcreeps-.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-25169609.post-115919877822536787</id><published>2006-09-25T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T00:29:37.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's paper SUCK beeeeeeeeg time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what better way to end ur life den to not know the difference between enthalpy and entropy and how +ve delta G somehow is spontaneous during ur promo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about PUTTING the answer for ALL ur mcq as D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in D for DIE DIE DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though literally that was what i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay almost all was D, i swear. like more than half at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would be happy if i actually got a D for chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this totally nonsensical qn about what would you do if a company claim that they found a CATALYST that favours a forward rxn in a reversible rxn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exa cusa moi. what the hell is that. its not even related to chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i wrote i'll dismiss the claim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was really contemplating whether i should write sue the company or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe they're just testing if we'll embrace new ideas like a catalyst which doesnt act like one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfffft. sure fail paper. and i havent even talked about physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT looking on the bright side, many many ppl owe me sakae treat soon. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which aint a bad thing since i used up ALL my money paying my stupid phone bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes. m1 cut my line today cause my bill was like overdue for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i left my house with 84 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sucks eat drugs i tell you all- by urs truly, DRUGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw hady won. aye, poor jon. he should have braided his hair into pig tails to gain popularity. or better yet, PUFF it into something that resembles a lion's mane or ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that'll probably reap twice the votes.x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyw i got gerard his birthday present already. i dont think he'll like it very much. den again, its FREE BUT oh so super useful. x) trust the drugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115919877822536787?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115919877822536787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115919877822536787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw yi liang and him just have this perpetual habit of knocking their heads against the wall. you know, cause they laugh so hard they lean backwards and knock the wall behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kenneth tay keeps picking on my mole. WTH. what has it EVER DONE TO OFFEND YOU OR ESMOND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw den we went to check out vincey and shelshel's friendster profile. FUNNY SHIT. the best part was we actually thought shelby was q photogenic. den we were wondering why. but smart me remembered that joseph and joel said that shelby wore a red dress for prom and the dress inside there was BLUE. and after that they started scrutinizing her pics and realised that her pimples were BLUE!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that stupid com din have any RED color pixel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh den we found amusement in reading vincey's rotten usage of the english language. aNd hOw sOMe oF tHE woRdS wERe sO aNnOYinGlY tyPEd liKe sOMe aH bENg waNnAbE. oh and one of his picture with him acting dao and wearing some black shirt was FREAKING FUNNY. yeah la SUPER COOL LA SOMEBODY. LADY KILLER okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw yi liang gave me his jay chou poster. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went to meet zel at kap and we made new friends with some sa guys. so stupid please. cause i was damn stressed trying to solve some unsolvable physics qn and she couldnt help cos she doesnt take physics so i dared her to shout: &lt;u&gt;who knows how to do circular motion&lt;/u&gt; for 2 bucks and she did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however those sa guys gave us more stress. full of shit you know. i ask them how t do they say they know but i must solve some mystery about a missing one dollar coin then they will show me the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then they were lik write ur no. here and we'll call you back when we get the ans from our tr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure whattt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala. i feel kinda happy now for some reason. x)) but i really dont wanna go into reading signs and everything. im still not sure whether it'll be happier for both parties if i give up. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last thing a girl should ever do is like a guy that doesnt like her. but i dont feel like slipping back into my old ways. i really dont wanna cheat anyone's feelings anymore , ever since i found out that robin cried in his sch's toilet last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i wasnt the only one that was surprised. the ppl that told me was surprised that I was the evil girlfriend then. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, im just so not fated to end up w  anyone i like. first guy, we were too young and i wasnt ready. [well, i still arent] 2nd, got screwed up cos he found up robin liked me. now 3rd and possibly the final one. BAHHHHH first time i like someone without him liking me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who. [gerard and sue maine shant say a thing or they'll be codemned to live like dalits and burakumins =)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115869076577599024?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115869076577599024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115869076577599024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115869076577599024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115869076577599024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/09/studying-w-isaiah-chua-wen-xiang-is.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115797417377692850</id><published>2006-09-11T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:29:33.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS A &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HORRENDOUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i woke up and realized i couldnt buckle my skirt. FREAK la. MY VERY FIRST WEIGHT ISSUE. before this couldnt understand why girls get so paranoid about putting on weight. but geez. now i get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a great start for a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i msg jessica to share my misery and dumped my phone on my bed. best thing no.2. i forgot t bring my phone to school. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that in sch after assembly, mrs tan asked me to give her letter of excuse why i was absent from sch the last day before the sch hols. the problem is: I WAS IN SCHOOL. so how to get letter! pfffft. what ridiculous nonsense.[thanks vince, you rock]den tan jeck swan [fuck how its supposed to be spelt] had to be there and catch me for short skirt. [damn, i couldnt buckle my skirt so it had to be worn higher]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misery #4: i had a bad hair day, so i decided to find micheal tan early to quickly do my detention so i could cut my hair. but KNSCCB, that man just vapourized. why cant ppl appear only when needed. pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to go home without my ez link card. bless me tmr when i report to micheal tan to be excused again cos im supposed to go back crescent to teach my junior maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den the night before i decided to wash my bag and cos, well, my lil bro bought me a bag for my birthday, erm, i decided to use it? LOL was super embarassed in school please. dont ask me to describe. but it aint a cheap bag. 40 bucks. [damn i could have used it to buy ball.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rarr. anyw i cut my hair and erm my fringe damn short but i think i like it. ;) hairdressing's another career prospect for jm ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's how retarded the day was. and if you think this kinda lousy day only comes once in !@#%$ billion years, your so wrong please. yesterday wasnt good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went swimming yesterday and lost my locker key. the worst thing? i found out like at the start that i lost it so i din enjoy myself at all though there were steam bath, jacuzzi and sauna becase you had to pay 50 bucks if you lose the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent at least 3 hrs looking for it, looking like an idiot. all those woman must have thought i was a retarded, staring at their keys on their wrist and looking for something when there was nothing. you know like those siao ting dong you see walking around coffee shops, looking and staring at perfectly normal stuffs den occasionally giving you this frightening smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. life's a BEEEEETTTTTCCCCHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, bless those pple who died in the 9/11 attack. i guess shit just happens today. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115797417377692850?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115797417377692850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115797417377692850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115797417377692850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115797417377692850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-was-horrendous-day.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115785748297831208</id><published>2006-09-10T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T11:21:28.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOAH. stomp has the krunk thing up and kicking. for those who missed krunk, well, i guess you'll get to see perry, amos, alvan and whatshisname. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite embarassing tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm for the girls there. the makeup was so thick it made wayang performers look human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, to all those who din go for krunk, this was the BEST/MOST INTERESTING thing that happened during that event. yeah so you can probably guess how bad the whole thing was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was held by the BEEPING musical fountain anyw. yepp. it aint no some beach party. FLEEEECH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, yesterday was quite okay i guess. went to the doc in the morning cause well, my skin was getting worse so i wanted the antibiotics to tone down those FREAKING raging male hormones. [pfffft thanks dad.] BUT guess what, the lady doctor's skin was worse than mine so she just stared incredulously at me and said yours okay whatt. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasted trip to polyclinic. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went shopping with my family. den something stupid happened again. you see my sis's much smaller in size than me. so she got these two XS shirts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den thinking since she's XS i have to be M la. so i got an M and an S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so wrong. when we came home she couldnt even fit in XS. but the XS blouse fit me so i took it and erm, i gave the M shirt to my mom who din wanna wear it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i spotted SUPER RETRO EARRINGS to go with the SUPER RETRO HAIRBAND XD. im so gonna buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go watch singapore dreaming but my bro came back from church so late. :@ :@ and we had to rush to granny's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I LEFT MY PHONE AT MY AH MA'S HOUSE. PRO anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez. i've been having a really unhappy time with my phone recently. yesterday someone msged me but cause my inbox was full so it din get thru even after i del some older msges. /SLAPS. and cause of this i wasted 8 msges. no, make that 16 msges cos i had to explain to the 8 what was going on. pFFFFFt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw i am sam's so nice please. the second film that made me cry in erm 2 weeks. [emo emo]the first one was click. BUT i think this is better. a retarded father with a mental capability of a 7 yr old who really loves and want to care for his child. but society just keeps tearing them apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, this film has enlightened me. it made me realise that ah hem has a mental capability worse than a seven yr old. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**oh i want a soccer ball. i mean i NEED a soccer ball. an adidas F50'll do nicely. dont need some damn ex ball laa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115785748297831208?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115785748297831208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115785748297831208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115785748297831208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115785748297831208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/09/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115772522186865341</id><published>2006-09-08T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T10:40:15.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was super unproductive again. i officially announce i've given up all hope already. the week has ended and im still only at Topic 3 of physics, the only subj i've touched so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i've reached a point where i know that working hard now still wont ensure you a pass so you might as well play, have fun and live life to the fullest. i mean i know i only have a few days left to live given that my mom'll manslaughter me in another approx 3 weeks time when the results start coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, that's what i did today. play like i never did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played SOCCER with my bro and i WON x)) qiang zhe jiu shi qiang zhe [ this means &lt;u&gt;the almighty is always almighty&lt;/u&gt; for all you chinese illiterate or hanyu pinyin unsavvy peeps] i won 11:7 pro notx for a galgal that hasnt touched a soccer ball since some orientation game at the police academy in march ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYY. so i wasnt that good. given the no. of times i fouled while tackling, not only will i be given a red card, i'll probably be banned from playing the game forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that it was back to old school. my bro gave me this pokemon quiz. and i passed with such flying array of colours,it'll leave the legendary ho-oh looking so inferior. okay im just being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT DAMN. why cant promos be so easy liddat. i guess my niche area just isnt acceptable as an A level subj. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN we wanted to do another rendition of HOME FIGHTER. this time it was to be marvel vs capcom. and urs truly was supposed to be chun li and lil bro was gambit. BUT we couldnt find a trench coat for him. anyw check out the first HOME FIGHTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FnFWv44elOc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FnFWv44elOc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately for me, i DO know these people. they're my lil siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIANZ. guess what. saturady and sunday'll be another two more family days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now remember this name: &lt;u&gt;Jasmine Ang Jiemin&lt;/u&gt; cos it's gonna top the confirmed kick out list this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pretty sure after the release of the results, Bro Paul'll have this A4 postit plastered on his com which states "&lt;b&gt;Kick Jasmine Ang Jiemin out or regret and watch CJ's standard plummet to an all time low&lt;/b&gt;" well, unless he reads the obituary of course. cause he'll then know that i've been killed by my mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, i wanted to say no, but my mom specially took 2 days off this weekend so that we could spend it together as a family. how could i possibly say no i ask you. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so movie, swimming suana and bowling. what a fabulous way to burn the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw, to those interested, 50 bucks to anyone who shouts EUREKA [&gt;dB100 preferred] in the mist of doing the physics H2 promo exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115772522186865341?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115772522186865341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115772522186865341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115772522186865341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115772522186865341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-was-super-unproductive-again.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115759694833363363</id><published>2006-09-07T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T10:42:28.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM FAMOUS ON SHELBY'S BLOG! :):) anyw, speaking of her, yesterday at beauty world, we saw so many faces of her. wahh. she hot babe, miss popular whatttt. i JEALOUS please. her face featured at so many beauty salons. iconic beauty huh. &lt;s&gt;i mean look at all the before pics treatment&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. anyw, shelshel's blog is about as good as mrbrown's. makes you LAUGH till you feel ur intestine tie themselves together and feel afterwards sick. that girl seriously has really WEIRD interpretation of things. and the way she thinks how guys are so desperate for her makes you sick to the core. LOL. i seriously feel like quoting and explaining to the world what actually happened but it'll be rather mean&lt;br /&gt;and unbelievable that a girl like that should exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, leave the delusional to what they think the world is. even if they think that they're the sun and the world just revolves round and worship them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay but there's one joke i MUST share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Worse, you insult Vince, whom I admit resembles the 'Chosen One'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY SHIT. my backside nearly burst please. since when? anyw even the chosen one has told you to shuddup before hot laddiiiee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay for more stuff logon to http://shelbunny.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115759694833363363?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115759694833363363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115759694833363363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115759694833363363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115759694833363363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-famous-on-shelbys-blog-anyw.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115745488071712074</id><published>2006-09-05T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:02:20.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="20"&gt;&lt;font color="#CCCCFF"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TODAY'S THE BESTEST DAY OF MY LIFE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="20"&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THANKS TO ZELANIE SOH TING WEI AND KALAI VANI SIVAM!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="9"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF99FF"&gt;[kalai's not an indian btw. dont worry im still uber racist. x) kalai's a british born wrong and ended up an indian that's all]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyw that spectacular duo are the BESTEST ppl that rock this world. yes yes. tsunamis and earthquakes are caused by theirs truly. pro nots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, they celebrated my birthday today in KAP!! x)x) first zel came in with this tub of &lt;font color="#99CCFF"&gt;BEN and JERRY's COOKIE DOUGH ICE CREAM!!!&lt;/font&gt; with &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;17 UNBLOWNABLE CANDLES&lt;/font&gt; on it!!! LOL we were blowing enough wind to kick start a tonardo but the candles just WONT GO OFF. the best thing was that the candles dispenses sparks every few seconds! i was laughing on my ass and everyone in kap thought we were officially new patients of imh or representatives for the IMF's four million smiles. oh. and i had kalai's saliva splattered ALL OVER me. eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyw we brought the ice cream into KAP when we thought we had blown it all off. BUT halfway, they LIGHTED UP AGAIN!! we started panicking. i mean if we trigger the smoke detector how ah. so we went for another blowing spree. that's like the BESTEST-EST-EST BIRTHDAY CAKE/SURPRISE/PRESENT EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we started burning stuffs. like paper and plastic spoons, tables, hair and what have you. oh oh, and being the super LUCKY me, we spotted some macdonald woman giving away balloons x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw we had like so many competitions and it was a DRAW. im as good a balloon balancer as zelanie soh ting weiiii. we tried balancing on the palm, the pinky, the elbow and the nose. yes i know that's that's either free entertainment or public nuisiance at work [full blast]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and if anyone wants a hair raising experience, you can try rubbing the balloon on ur hair den lift the balloon up. it works. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i broke my slipper. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw i havent seen so many cj ppl in KAP before. the seong hoon's grp was there, the gym plus t12 plus victor clique was there, wen xiang and HILARY x) was there. woah eh. and I WENT THERE FIRST x) damn im feeling slighty high today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den pool time. x) havent played it in a REALLY REALLY LONG time and the last time was with zel, liak and :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i changed my template for this very simple reason. cos gerard, joseph and joel commented that it provided a mysterious linkage to small mi feng and me. trust me. we have NOTHING in common. btw that woman in my previous blog WASNT AVRIL LAVIGNE. you lousy ppl, go back to scrutinizing soccer players and wwe characters laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, i love my white hairband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i learnt two new sick words. knob and ram. one's from kalai and the other is gerard. tsktsk. BAD influences huh. and kalai let me hear this uber sick song. one of the idea is that a suzie bear that shaves her pubic hair's called a grizzly bear. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115745488071712074?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115745488071712074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115745488071712074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115745488071712074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115745488071712074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/09/todays-bestest-day-of-my-life-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115726853730703478</id><published>2006-09-03T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:12:45.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:@ im so super pissed with myself. havent been mugging at night for the past 3 nights. first was some retarded xiang shen thing, den STUPID beeped up KRUNK den crescent alumni dinner gala. RARR busy woman's SUPPOSED to be mugging but her busy schedule just wont allow it or maybe its just her lack of skill at prioritizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the xiang shen thing cos my beloved mommy wanted me to go and i cant afford to disappoint her since the last trip that my whole family went except me. and so i din go for gym dinner and went for some chinese xiang shen instead which i din understand half of what they were saying. but well, for that smile from my mom i guess its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT UP WAS THE HORRIBLE TERRIBLE KRUNK. im so NEVER EVER GONNA CLUB EVER EVER AGAIN UNLESS ITS WITH ZEL OR CRESCENT PPL. pffffffffft. first, the modelling thing was an hour late. but still, the classic look on perry's face when he tried to suppress a laugh while posing on stage was worth every minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den some stupid angmoh was so terrorizing. FUUUUCCCKKKK. what the hell's wrong with these pple. go fuck some tree if ur feeling horny please. clubbing is SUPER SICK. all those ppl grinding each other like they're having some mass orgasm session. =s disgusting to the bone i tell you. all they do is rub rub rub against each other. they really act like animals. dogs and cats to be exact. the way they rub against trees/lamp post/fire hydrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den terri and i decided to dance when two weirdo whacko suddenly turned up on each side and we were super helpless. i mean so awkward please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den it was damn awkward with sean also cos well, though i was dancing near him i kinda refuse to dance with him cos i dont want anyone touching me please. i WANT TO DANCE CRAZY and BE A TRUE BLUE RETARD. sighhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so anyw the only event left was CRESCENT ALUMNI DINNER. damn nice please. HAIX. maybe i do LOVE crescent. as much as i hated it when i was in there, i realized how much i love it. the good teachers, the rich culture, and um rich school? the goody bag rocks socks. there were like spa, facial, neck and eye treatment for everybody and more than 10 000 bucks worth of prizes which they gave out on the spot. this proves that it wasnt some stupid scam. and my mommy won a bottle of red wine. x) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten years later PLATOONMATES and kalai and classmates MUST go back for the 60th anni. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115726853730703478?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115726853730703478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115726853730703478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115726853730703478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115726853730703478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-so-super-pissed-with-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115686666537255160</id><published>2006-08-29T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T00:09:32.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay hello world. its my birthday today. well, i would like to thank all those that actually remembered my birthday and to those who din: YOU SUCK.[kidding] IM DAMN HURT PLEASE. gr. it kinda sucks to have ur birthday so FREAKIN close to promos. :@:@:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw today was quite nice but i miss crescent. ah wells today was really quite terrible. zel and kalai planned to celebrate my birthday for me in ac BUT kalai got detention cos some faggot in her sch tipped off the tr that the level had known what qns were going to come out for the gp test before they took it so everyone had detention erm nearly as in those classes that knew la. so they wanted to push it till 6 after she finished her detention when, woah, zel got called up for plagerism. so her parents got called and she's in deep shit now. PFFFT brilliant. so anyw that was basically what happened. but i really appreciate the thought tho. these ppl are so nice. so nice the word nice just doesnt match up to their niceness. so if i call you a zelanie or kalai, that means ur really really NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den kalai and kenneth tan came my house to cut cake. and kalai's so sweeeeet. she gave me this damn KEWL flower. she gave the other one to the love of her life so well, i feel damn important. and kalai's one crazy cow. she's already so dark, she wore a black shirt and DARK BLUE [which strangely still looks like black] fbts. den she smiled. scared the shit outta me when i saw her smiling at the end of the road. oh and she was carrying an umbrella. for protection she says. seriously she doesnt need it she can camoflage her way into the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh. I DONT CARE. IM GONNA BUY THE CHOCOLATE CAKE I HAD TODAY FOR MY BIRTHDAY NEXT YEAR. 26 bucks. gerad fan, please prepare the money. its a 1 kg PURE DARK CHOCOLATE CAKE. hmm... maybe i'll buy the cake for the rest of my classmates for their birthday and everyone can start eating the same dark chocolate cake 25 times a year! niceness. yum okayyy. START SMACKING YOUR LIPS OR I'LL SMACK YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy so let's see how many treats im gonna get so far. one from gary, one from sherman, one from robin. okay joel, we can go sakae. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115686666537255160?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115686666537255160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115686666537255160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115686666537255160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115686666537255160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115600713999351901</id><published>2006-08-20T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T01:05:40.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i won pee sheng in my FIRST ever WWE card game. x) there are so many hidden talents in me that u've yet to find out about. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for me to get the triple H deck from my friggin rich neighbour and jasmine ang is all ready to take over da world and own u all lil beings with the ownage deck.so watch out. but most importantly, she has to, no, NEED to beat gerard fan for some really personal reasons that only he and sue-maine knows but they aint gonna tell you so dont bother asking. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. damn. damn. i FELL ASLEEP while reading gabriel's sociology book in KAP. i was planning to do some serious solid mugging so i went there ALONE but after somewhere in the middle of the 3rd page where they started throwing in uncomprehendable vocab about deviants and criminals, i fell asleep like some pig. thank god i dont snore or drool. still, it was so so unglam. BUT hey, looking on the bright side, i found another cure for insomnia other than econs lectures. :)) i oughta get a nobel prize for making so many breakthrough discoveries in medical science okayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i met my pri school classmate at the clementi bus stop and he sent me all the way home right to my gate. x)) i like being walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and i so found my dream guy please. he has always been here with me since sec 3. i was just too blind to see him. GUESS WHO........ MY jay chou poster! x) he totally fits everything from the nice nose to the ownage hair all the way until the part on never flirting or getting pissed with me cos he's just a poster. how can life get any better. righttttt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. of course life CAN get better and it did. i got 2/25 for my econs test. i was supposed to get 1 but i guessed my sorry note to ms tan at the back of my script got me the other mark.^^ anyw, my pathetic score for econs means ----- sakae treat #02 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE'S TOTALLY ROCKING!!&lt;br /&gt;in the sense that its damn rocky cos its full of ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jay, old as the peahedge&lt;br /&gt;damn. this is so turning into an obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absence kills the heart, clouds the brain and ruins the day. BAHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;issac lee zhi liang: sorry i din turn up for ur prom night on fri. i was lazy. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115600713999351901?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115600713999351901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115600713999351901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115600713999351901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115600713999351901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-won-pee-sheng-in-my-first-ever-wwe.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115547993614662497</id><published>2006-08-13T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:38:56.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was damn bored today and found this long lost book that had been quite a craze when i was in p6. guess what i found. THE TEENAGE WORKBOOK. freaking funny book. and since i was so so so bored today, i read it AGAIN. ah it never fails to tickle me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so BORED me decided to do this for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DREAM GUY&lt;br /&gt;by jasmine ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;height [5 cm range]:170-175&lt;br /&gt;can he be shorter than you: SIAO&lt;br /&gt;weight [3kg range]:65-68&lt;br /&gt;can he be skinner than you: NO&lt;br /&gt;age: same age to 2 years older [max]&lt;br /&gt;can he be younger than you: erm same year would be fine but not younger than that. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three most impt physical qualities he should have:&lt;br /&gt;1. nice nose&lt;br /&gt;2. broad shoulders&lt;br /&gt;3. nice hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three most important character qualities he should have:&lt;br /&gt;1. sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;2. a good and practical set of moral values&lt;br /&gt;3. intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three things i dont want him to have:&lt;br /&gt;1. an evil heart&lt;br /&gt;2. quick tempered nature&lt;br /&gt;3. i dunno erm an evil ex-girlfriend i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three things my dream guy should never do are:&lt;br /&gt;1. hate his family or old ppl or lil children or dogs&lt;br /&gt;2. flirt with other ppl&lt;br /&gt;3. get pissed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i found anyone who matches up to this standard yet?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. =/ rarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW, so i was blog surfing and this is so so FUNNY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often, we loose sight of life's simple pleasures. Remember when someone annoys you, it takes 42 muscles to frown, BUT it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and slap that bastard in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I understand that Scissors can beat Paper, and I get how Rock can beat Scissors, but there's no f***ing way Paper can beat Rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper is supposed to magically wrap around Rock leaving it immobile? Why the hell cant paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college-ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anybody, a rock would tear that s**t up in 2 seconds. When I play rock/ paper/ scissors I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say "oh s**t I'm sorry I thought paper would protect you, a**hole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala i shall blog about friday one day when i feel like it. i love fireworks. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115547993614662497?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115547993614662497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115547993614662497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115547993614662497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115547993614662497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-was-damn-bored-today-and-found-this.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115521407936754422</id><published>2006-08-10T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:09:59.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARK CHOCOLATE RAWKS SOCKS. it cures depression BUT, my sore throat got worse. clap please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i think i'll make a really GOOD HOUSEWIFE. ^^ but perhaps not a very good mother tho i REALLY REALLY love kids and they love me too. x) im too absentminded. i'll probably forget to feed my child or leave him at the playground while i walk home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i so hate that time of the month. just when i thought the horrendous acnes were dissipating, more came out to play. RAFF. i really oughta set up an oil factory at home. given the amount of oil i produce a day now, i can probably provide the whole city of new york with electricity for a week. jealous BUSH? bomb my house then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some random thoughts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i feel so harassed by JUSTIN something, the retarded rj guy my mom tried to matchmake me with, and saudi arabians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish he'll give up seriously. i DONT and NEVER reply his msges [my mom gave him my no. WITHOUT my permission. :@] yet he keeps turning up for gym events and i ignore him there and still he tries to talk to me. deft deft deft. i dont go for anything else but character please. i dont care if ur rich, smart or handsome. its humour, values and that special something that attracts me. and sadly, u have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one saudi actually sent me this :&lt;br /&gt;دعيني بحبك أُأسس مملكة العشق وتكونين أنت مليكتها وأكون فيها أعظم العاشقين says:&lt;br /&gt;هاااااااااااي&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;دعيني بحبك أُأسس مملكة العشق وتكونين أنت مليكتها وأكون فيها أعظم العاشقين just sent you a Nudge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL retard. like im gonna answer or even know how to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma mean girl today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115521407936754422?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115521407936754422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115521407936754422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115521407936754422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115521407936754422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115514080136898712</id><published>2006-08-10T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:09:31.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry everyone for not replying any of my msges. just not in the mood to reply or do anything at all. rar. im so warped up in this whole nonsense thing i think im losing myself. not going to contemplate about liking anyone before they like you kinda shit ever again. first and the last time please. even the gameboy has lost its appeal. totally mountain out of a molehill. tsktsk. so not worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, im not pissed, just really sad to know how insignificant i am to you. i suppose you forgot we were supposed to go mug today. =/ that is, taking that u actually intended to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gary: sorry i know i keep rejecting you to go out but i really just feel like staying at home. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liak: sorry for not going to catch fireworks last night and not replying. but thanks for your concern anyw. i really appreciate it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zel: sorry for not exactly replying the last msg. sad girl today laRx!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalai: sorry for sounding so grumpy today. and i kinda wasnt in the mood to talk on the phone after that. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edwin: sorry for not calling you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.A.R. today was so so so unproductive. i did NOTHING at all but sleep and eat and it doesnt seem to bring this bout of depression away. =/ i NEED ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* MUST finish differentiation tutorial and chi zuo wen by tmr! jasmine ang will be MODEL STUDENT 2006. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE. damn i just realized that my past two entries are both a day late cos i typed them at twelve. ah wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115514080136898712?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115514080136898712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115514080136898712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115514080136898712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115514080136898712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/08/sorry-everyone-for-not-replying-any-of.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115505825347267083</id><published>2006-08-09T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:11:40.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to the zoo today! :)) zoo makes ppl happy. i was feeling kinda sad today cos someone dont seem to want to speak to me. ah wells. i give up alr after today. i dont feel lik mugging tmr anymore. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw saw really &lt;font color="#66FFFF"&gt;HORNY animals&lt;/font&gt;. both literally and personifically erm wadeva that means. there were rhinos, antelopes and a &lt;font color="#FFFF33"&gt;ZEBRA ERECTING&lt;/font&gt;. yeah. zebras do get horny okayy. and its wily &lt;font color="#FF66FF"&gt;extended until it was longer than the brochure&lt;/font&gt;. kim thought it was &lt;font color="#CC99FF"&gt;SHIT&lt;/font&gt; cos it &lt;font color="#FFFF66"&gt;DIN seem to STOP EXTENDING ITSELF&lt;/font&gt;. haha beat that esmond. ur hand gun's just a teeny weeny pistol compared to it. HIGHLIGHT of the day i tell you all. and i never knew zebras could instigate such interest from 17 yr old boys until now. real eye opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the animal shows were really boring though. especially the elephant one. the commentator was damn retarded. i still remember the &lt;u&gt;"let's make elephants fly." nonsense&lt;/u&gt;. of course it wasnt successful. then she was like "okayy.. how about something easier lik make it &lt;font color="#CC00FF"&gt;move backwards&lt;/font&gt;." WTH. i totally switched off and started playing the gameboy IMMEDIATELY. its seriously a disgrace to singapore. imagine the lousy impression the tourists will have. instead of building casinos we oughta improve our zoo programmes please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to toa payoh to pass edwin some money and collect nyaa booklets for the rest. woah. karen the yoga teacher &lt;font color="#9900FF"&gt;din come&lt;/font&gt;. haha but that nice lady said that she'll be coming all the way to our school at &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;4:30 on friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to pass us the booklets. remember to remind me ppl. i know, u know, and i know that u all know what a scatterbrain i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, edwin's q nice after everything laa. i was at first damn scared that things might get awkward but it turned out fine. plus he walked me all the way to take the 154 and waited with me for the bus even though i forced him to come to the macs at toa payoh cc cos i was too LAZY to meet else where. rar. ilovebeingevil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, update on some events. on sat, i went to support gym ppl at nygh. i was damn lucky cos i din have a ticket and i wanted to buy one at the door, but sadly the tickets were all SOLD OUT. i however RANDOMly spotted some RANDOM [this is to show you the extent of my luck] guy with an extra ticket and wah la. FREE TICKET ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, i dont mean to be mean but i think mygh's dance should just pack up and go home to mug. if not for the guest performances [including the cj's gymnasts] and some cool shit moves from sarah and her sis and other pro gymnasts, the whole thing would've been a total flop. you could tell they were just doing random stupid stuffs to fill up time. the whole thing was quite bad. during the interval, there were so many comments about how the audiences best so far was the skipping siblings and i dont really think its very spectacular or anything. not that i can do but it was quite boring. how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and there's this girl in nygh's dance with this CONSTIPATED look plastered on her face and she din look too happy dancing. aiyo, if dance's so hard, quit and join some other cca lik mugger's club, sewing club or TOILET club laa. i think the latter suits you and ur iconic face the best. u have what it takes to be president of that association. with a face liddat, everyone would know where and what it stands for. it might even turn into some sort of logo and trademark for &lt;font color="#FFFF00"&gt;toilet cleaning services&lt;/font&gt; in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, i think the rhytemic girls did well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chua wenxiang was ahbengno.1@hotmail.com that day. mohawk, fake large tatoos, topped with the piercings, break dancing moves and gangster strides [excluding the ah gua pose at the end please] horror to mothers with lil kids there. their fragile eyes just cannot withstand such coarse display of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went.... ah nvm. its all too good to last anyw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115505825347267083?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115505825347267083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115505825347267083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115505825347267083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115505825347267083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-went-to-zoo-today-zoo-makes-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115423591257866785</id><published>2006-07-30T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:26:26.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. yesterday was MIRACLE day i tell you all. I WILL NEVER EVER FORGET IT. 29 july 2006. Jot it down in your history books ppl. its was cjc ptm and it din go as bad as i predicted it would go especially after everyone starts telling me how screwed joseph is. gosh she's NOT even bias against him and she got him so !@#$&amp;. i how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala but i din hafta worry a single bit cos it went so well no one can ever guess how it could possibly get better! Madam Hanisah never critisize me AT ALL. MIRACLE ANOT!! ^^ life rocks now la please! actually mdm hanisah din even get a CHANCE to talk cos my parents were doing ALL the talking. HOW COOL. for the first time i feel really really blessed to have such talkative ppl for parents. oh and guess how long they talked for? 1 hr 25 min STRAIGHT. 8 times as much as other ppl! haha. that's what you get when you put papa ang, mama ang and jasmine ang. COMBO TEAM. this is where i get my genes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and i guess my dad's really surprised by my results. he really expected much much worse. i told you all i dont mug at all not even at home. Aye but must mug so i will do well and beat vince in PROMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the best thing was that liak and zel came to my school for ptm! you know, in case mdm hanisah starts kao pehing abt lim peh or in case my parents forgot to come [i was praying so hard for this to happen], they can take the place of my parents. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its a good thing that liak and zel went there cos FIRSTLY, it proves that liak and i have got nothing on cos its quite obvious that he and ZEL has something on. AND my mom was so excited to hear about what liak's dad thinks about her she forgot to scold me about ptm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and they did seem to be in a better mood after the ptm, maybe because mdm hanisah kinda acted as their listening ear so they get to just throw everything out, so :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARENT I JUST ONE BLOODY FREAKIN LUCKY GIRL yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i survived a full day without spending a SINGLE CENT! proud of me anot! BIG ACHIEVEMENT OKAYY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly tho, i din get to see someone i wanted to. /boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115423591257866785?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115423591257866785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115423591257866785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115423591257866785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115423591257866785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115410753450500219</id><published>2006-07-29T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T01:25:34.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG the horror of our class photos. FREEAAKK it mann. ALL of them look so god damn retarded please. we should take another one with a better photographer and a better cam. wee hoe's cam suck la! like everything else he does and own mann. he suck so much he must have been a vacuum cleaner in his past life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiang the babe magnet taught me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love our platoon. so sorry i was feeling so so troubled and left early. i din wanna spoil anyone's mood. i dunno why i felt liddat. it kinda started just after playing pool. boo. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok going to catch up on my sleep which NG WEE HOE HAPPILY TOOK AWAY FROM ME YESTERDAY. wee hoe: i swear you would have been dead in school already if i had a knife/scissors/sharpobject in my hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115410753450500219?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115410753450500219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115410753450500219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115410753450500219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115410753450500219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg-horror-of-our-class-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115401720870564457</id><published>2006-07-27T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T01:26:27.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay today joel finally brought us to sakae sushi! :)) erm the treat actually i was kinda kidding about it but oh wells. i ate alot. :) but i still wasnt full. congrats to jasmine THE PIG. haha i need to participate in eating competition one day u know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda cheated a wee bit tho. i stuffed the rice under the plate. i mean its the dish on top that's expensive not that carbo filled rice right. okok. i know its wrong. ppl in cambodia's starving. well, i did think of that but i din have any plastic bag to dump the rice in and by the time i send the rice thru post to cambodia, it would probably have gone bad already. hmm.. den they'll die of food poisoning and wah la poverty problem solved. :) damnit i can be sucha genius at times. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, guess wad's for dinner? BUFFET. how nice. at my uncle's restaurant. there's a limit to how much one can eat. but i've yet to find mine :) when it comes to eating what you like, i can eat NON STOP. now who wans to bet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw i weigh 45.2 kg now. from the 41. an increase of 4.2 kg in 6 hours. pro rightt. ;)) oh and I CAN DONATE BLOOD like FINALLY. i just hope i dont shit my food away. tmr we can donate blood too right? yay. morbid me loves blood. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, look at this. me and jessica talking about the ONE AND ONLY NG WEE HOE. and his CONFESSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;key: jessica - the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;     me - gorged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;yup good good&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;much better than wee hoe's please&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;wee hoes' evaluation not even evaluation lor&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;lol i 5 min brainstorm more than his 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;YESSS u know i damn mean to him i think he v scared&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;he say he take damn long and come up with simple sentences coz his english not good&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;then i tell him&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;good he should shuddup more often&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;yea?&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;U CANNOT ALWAYS BLAME THIS JUST BCOZ UR ENGLISH SUCKS RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;poor boy&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;but he's so thick skin&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;then i said ur evaluation have zero content. it's not even evaluation, it's like interpretation of graph&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;then i say i very pissed with him n vince, cant even do things properly&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;haha i said he never even put in effort&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha then he finally say&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;yah i know i dont think i know how to evalute&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;i will learn to evalute&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;and evaluate the interview piece by this friday n show u&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;wah wee hoe scared of fierce jessica lor&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLL&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;fierce jessica!&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;haha I JUST TOLD WEE HO THAT VINCE IS AN ASSHOLE HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;haha okok i evalute question 3 then i paste here can&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;so u can just copt and paste&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;okok.&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;then like can arrange nicely&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;i just realised wee hoe dunno how to spell&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;More efficient and convient&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;in our survey report&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;how pro&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA he very loser omg i must show u this &lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;wait ah&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;Dawes - Writting the transcript for the interview can be very pissing says:&lt;br /&gt;i spent like 2 hours over it&lt;br /&gt;Dawes - Writting the transcript for the interview can be very pissing says:&lt;br /&gt;but nth comes out&lt;br /&gt;Dawes - Writting the transcript for the interview can be very pissing says:&lt;br /&gt;my mum was complainning why every night i spent like 2-3 hours on the computer doing project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;he hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;ok lah yah its ok. u always say u spent a lot of time but no result one. nvm try harder for the itnerview, and this time i mean HARDERRR ah. i really dun wanna be the one who kept doing. i still rmb i typed out the whole gpp for u guys coz everyone got cca lor&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;YAH U CANT ALWAYS ARGUE LIKE THAT. wat's the point spending so long when it doesnt even help&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;Dawes - Writting the transcript for the interview can be very pissing says:&lt;br /&gt;i know lah&lt;br /&gt;Dawes - Writting the transcript for the interview can be very pissing says:&lt;br /&gt;i will&lt;br /&gt;Dawes - Writting the transcript for the interview can be very pissing says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah i get it&lt;br /&gt;Dawes - Writting the transcript for the interview can be very pissing says:&lt;br /&gt;i think i am losing steam&lt;br /&gt;Dawes - Writting the transcript for th&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;haha wee hor admitting his weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;woah!&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;take time to absorb this confession&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;first time&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;yessss, magical ah. hahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;2 u can leave out lah if very irrelevant haha&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;i KNOW&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;wee hoe's doing AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;brilliant right&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;awes - Writting the transcript for the interview can be very pissing says:&lt;br /&gt;can like send me a copy after you are done kay?&lt;br /&gt;Dawes - Writting the transcript for the interview can be very pissing says:&lt;br /&gt;thnks a lot, you made me learn alot of things today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;IS THIS REALLY WEE HOEE&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha OMG&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;wahh!&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;jessica you enlighten ppl!&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;and of all ppl NG WEE HOE!&lt;br /&gt;gorged says:&lt;br /&gt;must be ur magic hands&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA MY MAGIC HANDS TYPING ONTO THIS KEYBOARD&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115401720870564457?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115401720870564457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115401720870564457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115401720870564457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115401720870564457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/07/yay-today-joel-finally-brought-us-to.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115350642615376566</id><published>2006-07-22T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T02:27:06.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JESSICA's one of the funniest person on earth i tell you. she just have to be herself to send u into fits of laughter. hm.. these are a few things which makes her ever so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. she has a clock at home for display purpose only. HAHA it stopped working for 6 months alr and i dont think anyone's ever gonna fix it right or take it down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. she told me the page no. for our physics assignment was 4 because she read pg 141 as pg(4)! she thought the 1s were bracket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. she uses her hand to weigh weights during physics spa! magic hands ah jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cute can she get please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, my all time neverdohomework buddy has decided to turn over a new leaf and become a responsible and hardworking student. alas, model student. fineee.. leave jasmine ang to die and rot in the clutches of mr lim, mr yee, mr chan and the chinese tr ALONE. damn i still have a bloody zhou ji to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's doin this because she CLAIMS her results are bad. haha. im sure wad. win me at least. but given our retarded class we're really at the bottom. how many has TRIPLE As for ALL their H2s gr. smart asses oughta be walloped and condemned for causing so much pain to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, i went to play pool with liak on thursday in a SARI. hahaha. you should see the look on the ngee ann poly pple's face when they saw me arrive please. chinese girl in a sari with SCHOOL SHOES to 'match'. we should all give those pple a most courteous award for laughing right at my face. okayy it wasnt that bad laa. they just stared so obviously. i shy can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went to liak's house for SHARKSFIN. /smacklips. wahh i feel lik an indian princess with an expensive chinese taste. okayy not really. anyw smart ang poured her vingar into her RICE instead of her soup. so liak's 7 seven yr old sister had to help her. that girl did it without spilling a single drop. i feel lik a klutz please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then that night liak's mommy asked me whether i know how to FLY KITE. and INVITED me to go with them to west coast park to FLY KITE. HAHAHAHA. so cute his mom. yuan ying so excited. x) i feel so touched. im gonna rob her from her mom and eat her up one day cos she's so yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i checked out the dress code for playing pool. SARI and school shoes ARE ALLOWED. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. before i forget. HI SHERMANNNNN. there. i put ur name. happy? now tag.&lt;br /&gt;you know i know ur reading my blog and ur not tagging because ur lazy. either that or you lied to me. pffffft. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115350642615376566?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115350642615376566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115350642615376566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115350642615376566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115350642615376566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/07/jessicas-one-of-funniest-person-on.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115303215059047435</id><published>2006-07-16T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:05:29.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyw, i EMBARASSED MYSELF at the wedding 3 times only. well, at least doing stupid things' better than not doing anything at all rightttt? jus comforting myself. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go to the toilet but din know where. so i headed towards the exit. and guess who were the only pple there. the bride and groom. they were preparing for the next event. we had this staring competition for about 2 minutes before i asked them where's the toilet. how anti climax. i swear my cousin nearly choked on his saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was talking to zellies on the phone when i went up to some random girl and pulled her rubber band off. as in i did it cos her pony tail was just there and my hands were feeling itchy. omg. i RAN LIKE MAD away after that. i just hope she doesnt see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ran out towards the exit again. and sat at the reception area cos some uncle took my seat. haha guess what. the bride, groom and their parents suddenly came out of the room and into the reception area. needless to say, i was the only one there. then they gave me this incredulous look and asked me what i was doin there. i saw my cousin laughing to himself okayy. my face turned into this deep shade of red that's darker and redder than my blusher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my cousin look like alvan! seriously! i had this strange vision of him calling me BANANA after smiling so widely. shall show yer all one fine day once the photo develops and i use a digi cam to take it so it'll be in my com. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just carn go for weddings and funerals i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha guessss wad. the newspaper says that 502 was re routed. HA! so its not my fault k. bloody passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a beautiful sunday but im boreddd at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115303215059047435?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115303215059047435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115303215059047435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115303215059047435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115303215059047435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/07/anyw-i-embarassed-myself-at-wedding-3.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115295137665842164</id><published>2006-07-15T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T14:03:26.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im happy girl no.1 today!!! righttttt. im goin for my cousin's wedding dinner later today and joseph's phone got no batt. HOW TO SURVIVE. gr. im going to be the first person to seriously die of boredom. sian. but breaking the world guiness record before i die [or rather while im at it] aint sucha bad thing. right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first part was boring. i stoned on the sofa alone. everyone else spoke mandarin. omg. dont talk about that language please. brings back horrendous memories about my chinese A level oral examination. i was banking on reading cos well, my vocab for this retarded language is superbly limited so i couldnt do conversation. gr. i so have this strange feeling i can express myself better in malay or even french. anyw, i accidentally read ye ma [wild horse] as ma ye for the first three lines of the passage UNTIL the examiner LAUGHED AT ME. and for the xi xue bian fu [blood sucking bat], clever ms ang read it as xi xue bi hu [blood sucking lizard] yay. three cheers for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, yesterday after goin to baybeats with liak and zel, jasmine ang got herself LOST. how about i took 502 thinking it was just like the 502 express so it'll bring me to clementi FAST. but after a few stops i realized it was heading to YMCA. so i figured something was wrong so i pressed the bell after it past the last stop, got off my seat and got ready to get off the next stop when i realized EVERYONE was STARING AT ME. guess why. the next stop was after this really long highway and the journey from the last bus stop took at least 20 minutes. i past some ulu area that parked all the unused mrt carriages. i was damn scared please. finally ended up in chervons. sji to chervons. haha the distance of TWO stops. gr. and i was feeling sick cos earlier that day had r gym com and the hall was so hot and poorly ventilated, staying in a sauna's probably more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, to the r gym girls: ur did well k! i enjoyed watching all of you despite the lousy place. :@ and many of the moves were successful. :) nicenice prettypretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115295137665842164?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115295137665842164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115295137665842164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115295137665842164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115295137665842164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-happy-girl-no.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115242541758529250</id><published>2006-07-09T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T14:10:17.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gimme a gun somebody! i seriously needa SHOOT my brother down from a twenty storey building. and dont worry about me getting arrested, i wont cause im really doing mankind a huge favour. in fact, im pretty sure i'll get a good samaritian award too for getting rid of him. oh and i'll need someone who can drive. to drive over his body after he falls flat on his belly. see, i love my brother despite everything he's done to me. im giving him so many once in a lifetime experiences. :) hmm.. anyone wanna donate a bottle of cyanide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that retard PISSED the guy who took my phone! RARRR. wth. the guy had the intention of returning my phone but my brother kept calling him FOR FUN, he off-ed my phone! bloody irritant! i was this close to getting back my phone please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, poor sean. pressure kills him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms swan's so so so so retarded. her smile's CLASSIC. he looks like a man. okay i tell you everything. he.. looks like a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115242541758529250?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115242541758529250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115242541758529250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115242541758529250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115242541758529250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/07/gimme-gun-somebody-i-seriously-needa.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115237282082570021</id><published>2006-07-08T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:33:40.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size='6'&gt;TODAY'S THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE.&lt;/font&gt; HMMMMMPH!&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rarr. rarr. rarr. rarr. i so wanna use the f word now but after restraining it for so so long, its abit sad to break my record now right. i shant concede defeat by using it cause of one BIG BLOODY LOUSY day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my phone's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my good liak yuan ying. i love yuan ying. i'll be your sister for FREE please. gladly trade my bros for urs too mannn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah love that girl. made my day. i feel so loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115237282082570021?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115237282082570021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115237282082570021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115237282082570021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115237282082570021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/07/todays-worst-day-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115210949911065230</id><published>2006-07-05T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:24:59.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. i carn believe it. GERMANY LOST to the italians. i know the italians have always win the germans but i thought well, this time's special. GRRRR. the world cup belongs to GERMANY ok u BLOODY italians!. extra time not counted i WANT A REMATCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so going on a strike against the italians. PFFFFT. NO MORE PASTA OR PIZZA. may their economy ROT and DIE DIE DIE! muahahahaha. den they wont have enough to pay the players. so they'll all DIE too. this is what they call RETRIBUTION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115210949911065230?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115210949911065230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115210949911065230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115210949911065230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115210949911065230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115168940750671956</id><published>2006-07-01T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:35:54.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im super best. i woke up at 3pm today. hahaha. when my brother came home from school i was still snoring in bed. my mom was already preparing dinner cos everybody else have had their lunch but the great ol' JASMINE ANG who hadnt even eaten her breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i went to meet zel to go to liak's place to watch band of brothers. hahaha. super retarded i tell you. we both wore CRESCENT UNIFORM to liak's house for fun. but well, at least zel was presentable. she wore pe shirt, skirt and shoes. i on the other hand, wore my school blouse, skirt and slippers.and my uniform was freaking crumpled. duh. they were chucked into some unknown zone of my wardrobe and left untouched for god knows how many ZILLION eons until now. aha. okay i lied. its not that long ago cos im not that old. oh and i din have a single badge on me cos brilliant me has either LOST all my school badges or allowed MY BROTHER TO EAT THEM UP so they're probably floating somewhere in his stomach. basically, i looked like a mad woman with a really lousy fashion sense OR a very rebellious but retarded swiss cottage student whose blouse's so dirty, it turned yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so den , we decided to cab to CLEMENTI HEIGHTS. some lady wanted to cut our queue but we got her to stand behind us. then some INDIAN tried to do the same thing when a cab was approaching but i delivered this damn loud OI!. so he got frightened and queued up behind us. ah yes, im a ferocious lady i know. x) anyw, HOLY MOLLY. he actually knew the lady behind us and they started chatting. anyw, the approaching cab din wanna take us cos well, its just not the taxi's way so the driver drove off. and guess what, the lady behind SCOLDED us cos we din ask the taxi driver to wait for her. i felt lik PINCHING HER TITS TILL THEY POP OUT please.she was talking to indian man with such gusto she din see the taxi uncle tryin to ask her where she wanted to go and now its OUR FAULT she missed the cab. what's this world coming to. i feel i should just scold her and blame her for the cab not wanting to go our way or for causing the sky to be blue. cos fineeee. if u wanna play such illogical games, let's start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den liak came over to my house and my siblings started becoming hysterical. they gave him A BOX OF CEREALS and a BOTTLE OF STAWBERRY SYRUP. and they REFUSE to go away if he din accept both items. damn funny. my siblings were like "take, take" and liak was like " NO, im NOT going to bring CEREALS AND STRAWBERRY SYRUP to a FUNERAL." oh and the reason why they're so bloody generous with him? both items were EXPIRED GOODS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyw, we went to zelanie's great garndmother's funeral. dont ask me what i was doing there. i seriously do not know. BUT, i know i was quite a nuisance cos i made so much noise, EXPLODED a CUP OF WATER and tried to bribe zelanie's 6 yr old brother to lemme play his gameboy for 4 minutes for 40cents. ah wells, i hope zel's great grandmother rest in peace. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day ended damn nice. liakkkk rockkksssss. PERIOD. :)) oh and thanks fer the wallet. love it PLENTY PLENTY. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, GERMANY WON ARGENTINA!!! YAY YAY YAY!! finally zel and i can BREATHE! no more DYSPNEA. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115168940750671956?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115168940750671956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115168940750671956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115168940750671956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115168940750671956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-super-best.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115159914438155321</id><published>2006-06-30T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T01:19:31.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like shit. and i dunno why. ok maybe i do know why. its something about class outing. haha. pfffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyw, i hereby declare our class as a really spastic one. i mean which other class goes to an ELECTRONICS SHOP shop for a CLASS OUTING. we're retarded. and thankew joel for helping me carry my things okayy. :):) -tho sadly it was done rather reluctantly. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet liak in np cos joseph said we're goin to play badminton there. but we ended up PLAYING BADMINTON IN SENTOSA. i told u my class is retarded. haha so in the end i kinda forgot i was supposed to go see him cos well, the sun was goin down and i havent tanned and its bloody stupid to return home without a tan. sorry dude i treat u ice cream one day laa alrights? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the poor boy's kinda suffering from shortness of breath [dyspnea]-i learn new word today okayy- haha it happens to me sometimes too. but he never has it until lik now everyday since 7 days ago. and it has been causing him alot of discomfort for the past week. told him to see the doc he say never mind one its not lethal. haha and guess what. i googled the word and poof: "In the National Hospice Study 70% of patients EXPERIENCED DYSPNEA in the FINAL SIX WEEKS OF LIFE. Bruera and colleagues found that 55% of 135 patients with ADVANCED CANCER EXPERIENCED moderate DYSPNEA." so liak, dont die of dyspnea please. i'll cry. try tearing your lungs open. it might help. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i got this from rachel's blog. FREAKING FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I cant believe he got turned on by&lt;br /&gt;the maths paper and he became so HORNY that he started shaking&lt;br /&gt;throughout the entire 3 hours. SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, he had so much energy.&lt;br /&gt;And he sweared at every question he did.&lt;br /&gt;How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that seriously annoyed my intestines out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine trying to solve endless maths problems with someone shaking&lt;br /&gt;away at the corner of your eye. With an occasional swear word&lt;br /&gt;every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pleasing to my ears i must say. I really wanted to throw&lt;br /&gt;my graphic Calculator at him. But i decided it was not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was indeed an eye-opener to see someone getting&lt;br /&gt;turned on by maths."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. i was laughing so hard when i read this please. i couldnt laugh out loud cos its lik 3:44 am and anything but sleep is considered illegal at this bloody hour. so i ended up vibrating vigorously on my chair. in otherwords SHAKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rarr. gimme the class photos alright? x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115159914438155321?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115159914438155321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115159914438155321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115159914438155321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115159914438155321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-feel-like-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115123629604906935</id><published>2006-06-25T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:54:26.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="16"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZHI!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. this is the ideal gift for esmond hwee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2875/196/1600/glove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2875/196/320/glove.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLOVES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i realised that at the rate he's playing with his 'legendary' hand gun or hand rifle as he calls it, big bubbly blisters will start forming on his palms. and that's not a good thing cos something supposedly pleasurable would start to become painful. furthermore, his weapon's always lubricated to ensure that its working well. and its not very nice to touch lubricant with your bare hands so a pair of plastic gloves will protect your hands.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liak's backkkkkkkkkk. :):):)) and he made me realised what i should have done. thanks dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, JASMINE ANG JIEMIN has finally decided to do something she should have done some 98345798879 years ago. she had previously let her stupidity and naiveness swallow her head, let her heart take control of her brain -- that is, until now. x) haha. i dont think its too late to MOVE ON. well, at least im doin it. and im HAPPIER. im happygirlno.1@hotmail.com!! :):):) oh and one more thing to all, i dunno HIM. so dont ever bring HIM up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallehluah. yea baby, i like you. shh... the way you smile and laugh makes my heart flutter ever so fast at a frequency of abt 929345786295786 Hz. okayy.. im talking nonsense. but its nice not to restrain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GERMANY. I LOVE YOU. oh and podolski, ur redeemed. LOVE your goals. and three cheers for BALLACK. he's my superman. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115123629604906935?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115123629604906935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115123629604906935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115123629604906935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115123629604906935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-zhi-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115090585282134640</id><published>2006-06-21T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:04:14.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GERMANY WON yesterday AND I WATCHED it. :)) haha. the preview channel was showing it you see. damn happy!! 3NIL haha and my dad was lik "Ecuador is very good u know, germany is FINISHED." HAHAHA. my ass k! germany rock my socks/shoe/feet! whee! and i thought gary tried to cheat my money HAHAHA i WON! GERMS won! this just adds to the number of reasons why i support germany! there's lik LAHM my no. 16 and FRIEDRICH my no.3! pfffft why are they midfielders. the cam's not on them half the time. what a waste. germany is not only good, ok as in quite la but so bloody good looking too! haha even the ecuador players were lik supporting the germans! look at their jersey. ITS &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. their socks are &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;RED&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and they're &lt;b&gt;BLACKS&lt;/b&gt;!! hahaha. okay. im being stupid. HAHA. zel's mom like the COACH. BALLACK is my hero yesterday. PODOLSKI oughta train his left leg more and he did have lots of chances to score ah wells. shouldnt complain cause he scored the 2nd goal. okay la GERMANY ROCKS! whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="17"&gt; for something funny, carry on reading. =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay enough with the world cup. anyw, here's just something really retarded l'd like to share with everyone. there was this girl whose family owned this hunting dog. and one day, the dog came back with a dead rabbit in its mouth. the girl recognized the rabbit as her neighbour's kid's pet rabbit. so that night, she crept into her neighbour's house and snuck the dead rabbit into its cage, hoping to divert the blame from her dog. the next day, she heard her neighbour's kids screaming their lungs out. pretending to be concerned, she asked them what's the matter. their response totally shocked her. "our rabbit DIED three days ago and we buried it. but now it has RETURNED to its cage!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA LOL that's so funny right. for any and everyone who found that funny please tag. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115090585282134640?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115090585282134640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115090585282134640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115090585282134640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115090585282134640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/06/germany-won-yesterday-and-i-watched-it.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115073837999657217</id><published>2006-06-20T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T02:18:58.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahaha. im lik supposed to be damn scared cos terrorists are goin after me for being a traitor!! so i pity those who goes to the same sch as me, live in the area as me, haha whoever's arnd me la cos they're gonna be prone to being blown up by some suicide bomber. damnit i betted against my hometown. ah wells BUT.. im winning :) GO UKRAINE! smash those -ok i think i'll stop here-. being bombed for two bucks probably aint that worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna adopt two lil kittens tmr. :) so exciting! but shh... dont tell my mommy. cos if she ever finds out, she'll stamp the life outta them and den bury me alive with their carcasses. ewwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115073837999657217?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115073837999657217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115073837999657217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115073837999657217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115073837999657217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/06/hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115063703915312682</id><published>2006-06-18T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:23:59.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohohoh. i forgot to say what i bought for my mom. i bought for her this really BLING watch. it's even more bling bling then the &lt;b&gt;peace&lt;/b&gt; bling bling we bought for gladys last year. my mom's damn HAPPENING you see. she EVEN owns her own friendster account! so all you hip mommies out there can add her and erm maybe form a fanclub for fei yu qing or smthn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so fun t bet with gary. if i lose he's gonna buy me a zara jacket. if i win, den i win money la! so cool right. its always a win win situation. :)) but seriously i still rather win. the pride's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go czech, go spain , go germany.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115063703915312682?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115063703915312682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115063703915312682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115063703915312682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115063703915312682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/06/ohohoh.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115056656113110090</id><published>2006-06-18T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:26:37.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CZECH!!!! wad's happening. im goin to be so distraughted i'll go marry some random saudi arabian in my friendster inbox. just win this match pleaseee.. 2-1 will be nice. enough for me to win gary yet let czech win ghana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was yet another very unproductive day for jasmine ang. she so brilliantly LOST her chemistry notes that she was supposed to study, shifting her chances of passing her midyrs from 1% to 0.000001%. god bless her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so bloody pissed! my notes vapourized into thin air i tell you. i searched my whole bloody house but its not there. RARR. even the refrigerator. y'know in case i put it there like the time i did with my phone, tho i was talking to mingle on it halfway. haha. so anyw, i found DARK chocolate instead. :)) haha and i think i had a better deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and two days ago was my mother's birthday! and guess what my bloody brother did. he gave my mom MY THINGS for her birthday. that cheap bastard. i was so shocked when my mom came to me and showed me HER PRESENT from him. i just stared at my mom for two whole minutes before i burst out laughing. oh and the best thing was my mom wore MY NECKLACE to her dinner party that night and happily told her friends that her sons gave her this pretty necklace for her birthday. and who were these ppl at the dinner party? her broadcasting friends. clap everyone. i wore THAT same necklace to the pulau ubin trip [the trip was organized for the broadcastin ppl]. so her broadcasting friends probably think my mom's some nut case. my mom's so embarassed now. garr. trust my bros to do something stupid. oh and for mother's day they gave her the garnish on the fried chicken wings my dad ordered cause they forgot when mother's day was. GENIUSes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit. i have a really bad case of flu and headache. i think im gonna die soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115056656113110090?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115056656113110090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115056656113110090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115056656113110090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115056656113110090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/06/czech-wads-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115039859112096610</id><published>2006-06-16T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T03:09:51.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha! im so proud of my hometown. yesterday they scored TWO fabulous goals. haha. i love SAUDI ARABIA!!!!. righttt. anyw, this year's world cup is really q unpredictable. japan lost to aus 1-3 [the 3 goals made within the last eight minutes. lik wth] france actually drew with switzerland a nil all. den spain's agme with ukraine was good beyond my expectation. i thought spain's defence was bad. but they were not bad. 4-0. (: and there was the brazilian match against croatia. UNDERPERFORM AH brazil!!! 1-0 only. sad. so many more. like germany vs poland. another dispointment on germany's part. 1-0. and the eng vs trinidad and tobago. 0-0 like till at the last minute eng scored two. brilliant la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, im goin to &lt;b&gt;science centre&lt;/b&gt; tmr AGAIN. wth. my family got so many bonding trips. we can win the most bonded family award. haha and let me tell u. this aint exactly a good thing cos lik my MOM actually msges the rj guy that wanted to know me &lt;b&gt;very frequently&lt;/b&gt;. and like since the day he msg her for my no. oh and guess wad. she HAPPILY GAVE it to him and now he's like msging me everyday. and msges in CHINESE. and when i finally plucked up the courage to tell my mom i kinda find the guy annoying, she SCOLDED me and said i was MEAN. can u believe that! she said that she has been msging him OSO and she thinks he's mature and very sociable. OKAYY mommy. she's gonna FORCE me to marry him one day i tell you. den i'll go elope with some tree. erm in perhaps, saudi arabia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom's a confused person. when im not attached she wans to push any random guy to me and when i was she says its no good. ah wells. oh and one more thing mommy, when i dress up or anything, its NOT to attract guys. in fact, MOST GIRLS dress up NOT because they want to attract guys but rather they wanna feel good about themselves and look presentable. rarr. its so hard to tell my mom this cos she refuses to believe anyone's point of view other then her own. haha even how i feel depends on how she thinks i feel. i love her logic. she is queen. :) family bonding is so effective. [proven]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115039859112096610?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115039859112096610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115039859112096610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115039859112096610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115039859112096610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/06/hahaha-im-so-proud-of-my-hometown.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-115004988919644494</id><published>2006-06-12T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T02:29:42.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i went to ubin with my family for family bonding and my mom's boardcasting ppl. haha like 200 over plus ppl. and they all speak chinese. how horrendous. not that i have anything against them. i just carn speak chi la. for mtl o lvl oral i told the tr zhe xie huai ren hen huai. [these bad ppl very bad] this is the kinda chinese children in pri one speaks haha. no. im actually worse than that. so anyw, i already had a really bad feeling about going there. but i thought i'll just suntan there to make the whole trip more bearable. i dont talk to you, you dont speak to me. just do this for three days and before you know it, it will be time to return to singapore. haha so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day: it rained.we were supposed to go trekking. so not my idea of fun but for family bonding, i said i would join. yea yea i know im damn great. ah wadeva. (: in the end we stayed in our rooms for the rained to stop and i slept for 2hrs plus. the place bore me to sleep. den while we were trekking, i FELL into a HOLE. my brother even better. he slipped cos the ground was damn muddy den he held on to a termite's nest thinking it was a rock and the whole nest collapse! thank god the guide caught hold of him before too many white lil termites could climb on top of him. okay. den we had to eat leaves as in raw freshly plucked leaves and grass you see all around you. i felt like a giraffe please. i ATE GRASS AND LEAVES. they taste disgusting. very leafy and grassy. =/ things i do for family bonding. sighh. den that night i heard MOOING outside my room. i din know there were COWS in ubin. oh and my room is haunted look at this mann. [damnit blogger aint loading my pic.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day: my mom told me to choose between kayaking and canoeing. i chose kayaking. haha. guess what. their kayak isnt a kayak. u can see your bare legs in front of you and the area that u can kayak in was pathetically small. about like the area of my house. =/ den i decided to swim and tan. :) GARRRRR. before i could even tan for 10 mins it was time for lunch! my luck's wonderful aint it. :) haha wait till i tell you i found out that their canoes were actually what normal ppl would call kayaks and 'canoeing' was done in the RIVER. so anyw, after lunch, i rock climbed. i was so happy please. i finally met someone who carn speak chinese either! he's the malay bellaire that's oso our instructor for rock climbing. well, but at least he talked to me. i din talk to anyone the WHOLE time i was there except perhaps to my siblings and im REALLY grateful someone talked to me in eng cos i was beginning to wonder if i was becoming MUTE. den that night got some prize giving and concluding ceremony cos it was the last night of everything. not surprisingly, everything was said and done in chinese. so me and my sis totally din understand what's going on. and it din help that those ppl there had this weird chinese accent. so anyws, i suppose the speech was supposed to be hilarious cos the other ppl were laughing so we just laughed along cos we din wanna extra. BUT. our cues were all wrong. we laughed when they were reminizing about some late old man. SO EMBARRASSING. oh there's one thing that's even worse. my mom tried to MATCHMAKE me with her friend's son. LOLL. laugh everyone and shake ur tits. some rj guy. j2. haha. dear mommy ah. he just said he wanted to know me AS A FRIEND. pffft. what were you thinking. my mom was going on and on about how guai he is, smart, neat, gentlemanly, etc. i had this really strong feeling she regretted marrying my dad for that moment. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day: we packed up to return to singapore. and found out that our car had a punctured tire. my family rawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKEW ZEL for ENTERTAINING me the whole time there! x) wo heart ni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-115004988919644494?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/115004988919644494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=115004988919644494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115004988919644494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/115004988919644494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-i-went-to-ubin-with-my-family-for.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114977600272700313</id><published>2006-06-08T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T02:33:13.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just went to send liak off. freak la. he's going to australia for 2 whole week. im damn sad. now who's gonna entertain me 24/7, listen to my retarded nonsense, laugh and them, send nice nice sweet sweet msgs, comfort me and gimme random hugs when i talk about tze hung or crescent. :((( haix. TWO BLOODY weeks. how to survive please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with zel to the airport. freaking funny. stupid stuff ALWAYS happens when ur with crescentians. haha be it ex or not. so we went there. laugh like idiots on the mrt. zel brought liak the communist shirt she bought for him in china. haha very good. cos that lazy boy din bother to pack enough clothes. den we realise if australia and china are NOT friends how ah. den she wrote him a letter. i din wanna write him one well cos basically there were some complicated and delicate matter between them and its best i dont extra. so i decided to write to his 7 year old sister. haha. i was hoping she'd remember me cos she said she i was her bestfriend when i went to liak's placeand played hello kitty with her. luckily she said that or she might not have gotten away with calling one kitty me and the other edwin and making them kiss in front of sean and edwin himself that day. @*^%!! i din really feel embarrassed. i was more horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we took the bloody long escalator. it took us about 52 sec to reach the top. haha. yea lame pple need long escalators. den the skytrain and finally T1. we went round the departure hall looking for liak but that neh told us he was in BK in the arrival hall. and we got LOST trying to find the arrival hall and ended up asking some thai stewardess how to get there. haha. non-singaporeans know changi airport better than us. we're such a disgarce. shame on us. please kick our asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to turn at some uluniated corner in front of some nonya stall and take the lift down. in the nonya stall was a little girl in pink and there was a boy sitting opposite her, reading a book. den zel was lik: please tell me liak's sister is cuter than that girl cos that girl is so not cute. [i keep telling zel how freaking cute liak sister is you see.]i said: yea. liak's sister is cuter and darker. and we continued our conversation about liak until our lift came. saw liak sitting by himself. he was pissed with his dad for dunno what shit so he left his family and waited for us. haha. guess what. his whole family was at THE nonya stall and his sister WAS the girl in pink and the boy with the book was his bro. M A L U ah!! we were talking about and using the word liak so freely in front of a family of Liaks! i bet you they heard us. being crescentians, we are naturally LOUD and they were sitting less than 2 metres away from the lift. haha so much about liak yuan ying rmbing me. i carn remember her either!! oh and i swear to god. his parents gave us &lt;u&gt;the eye&lt;/u&gt;. like we're some psychotic maniacs their son oughta be wary of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahaha. now that all the excitement and laughter has died down, i think i'll really miss liak. erm in the friend and sisterly sorta way larX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god i had edwin to accompany me via phone all the way till i reach my doorstep. he's been doing this pretty often now, like when i take bus alone after gym or yoga when i alight at kap. just wanna say thanks. i really appreciate it. :) he's sudden damn nice to me after the tze hung thing last year. i mean yea he was nice to me before, like before he found out tze hung liked me den he was just plain MEAN till after we broke up. wth. wad's his problem. ah wells. weird ppl just act in weird ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, zel's letter to liak was freaking funny!! i almost laughed my belly off. she told him how to entertain himself in the 8 hour flight.&lt;br /&gt;1. press the service button.&lt;br /&gt;2. ask the stewardess for peanuts/mineral water/playing cards/cushion.&lt;br /&gt;3. repeat as many times as it amuses you.&lt;br /&gt;apparently some acsi guy asked for peanuts 15 times and the stewardess gave him a WHOLE basket. so she suggested liak to ask for a bolster 15 times. he just might get shifted to first-class and be given a BED. :) i'd seriously like to see him try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha she oso wrote about what happened in the omen. we laughed at the priest whenever he comes onto the screen. hahaha! we're super irritants. anyw we den went to eat at some jap stall. we thought we had enough money cos when we calculated it was right but we din add the gst! so we were 40 cents short and started digging for money. the girl was quite nice actually. she was lik nvm la 40 cents. but they dont earn much so we decided we MUST pay them. we were so desperate zel even offered them CHINA money. there was so much hoohaa, everyone in the stall was staring at us like some free show. i know we're public nuisance lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zelanie's tree man and missing goat's damn hilarious. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114977600272700313?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114977600272700313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114977600272700313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114977600272700313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114977600272700313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-went-to-send-liak-off.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114957215409980070</id><published>2006-06-06T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T13:36:02.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's a very special day for bj and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1# &lt;font color="purple"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY BRENDON!! x)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2# bloody hell this is exactly the 3rd month since my life started goin downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. so i was thinking why i started blogging again. two simple reasons. to remember and forget events. haha. ironical aint it. some drama rama mama stuff happened last year which is a waste that i din record it down. it involves liak, zel, edwin, me and robin. of course there were the other supporting characters like amy, ka hang, wei kwong (lol), ben, ben's girlfriend, celine, peiling, eunice, ken tan, andrew, bj, etc. i really would like to remember what happened then and my feelings involved but well, that carn really happen cos im unable to really remember how i felt and well, im just too lazy to write everything down. =/ haix a real pity. anyw, i wanna make everything into this hit drama serial and earn beeg bucks from it. x) the storyline is really better than those korean or hong kong soap cos its q unpredictable and definately alot more realistic than those singapore channel 8 dramas cos duh, its real. OK so now why i wanna blog about things i wanna forget. simple. some stuffs that happened hurts and i need to forget them but i just carn bear to. so by jotting it down, i can forget everything in peace. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love the dynamo ad.&lt;/em&gt; its just so retarded i car help but laugh each time it comes on tv.&lt;br /&gt;a group of laboratory staffs sitting at this long table. the guy sitting at the breadth of the rectangular table, the supposed leader/boss/u get the idea, proclaims: &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;MAKAN&lt;/font&gt; den he slaps his spoon filled with god knows what balachan thing onto his white coat. the rest of his collegues follow suit. HAHAHAHA! RETARDS. they makan by pouring food on their coats. HAHAHA! i wouldnt be surprised if the sales of dynamo drops. i mean who wanna purchase products produced by these retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala. gonna see zel to watch the omen. bleah. and mr lim just called to get me to hand in hw by TMR. haha i have a hectic holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114957215409980070?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114957215409980070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114957215409980070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114957215409980070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114957215409980070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/06/todays-very-special-day-for-bj-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114935026833546439</id><published>2006-06-03T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T00:11:42.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zellies came to my house yesterday. YAYNESS!! talked about liak and crescent. haha. good for her man.. she seems to have found her clique in acsi. softballers. they seem funny and retarded enough. HAHAHA. i still carn believe they &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFF00"&gt;COOK&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to vent their frustrations and they're like guys. LOLL. there's a class in acsi called &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF66FF"&gt;CHINATOWN&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; cos all the residents inside are chinese scholars aka &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#FF66FF"&gt;CHINA MEN!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and a class called &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#66FFFF"&gt;MONASTREY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; cos there are no girls in that class. freaking retarded. i like. x) ah. i miss crescent people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i went for class bbq. was supposed to meet jessica, jenny, mei fang, aaron, jon lauw and my chio bu at 430 at CCK mrt but sho cool. all pang seh except jessica. haha. and i tot i was late cos i left my house at 4:15 and i met jessica in JE at 4:40. den we went to westsprings. haha. no one was there?! so we slack in the club house. so much for class spirit. jessica and me felt too enthu. dont expect me to come on time for any more class outings. i thought i was 15 min late and even cabbed to clementi cos we had to be there at 5 when i was actually an hour early. oh. and our class bbq was the COOLEST. i mean mr wong and gabriel live in westsprings that's why the bbq was held there but guess what. gabriel din even come down and mr wong came awt 9 plus. and the birthday boy was pissed. whee. i love my class. haha. but im really glad and grateful that the ex-27 ppl came down. [sherman and queen too of cos]. makes it all worth it to come down. x) haix why isit i always onyl treasure stuffs when they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we had some games too.&lt;br /&gt;#1 CHUBBY BUNNY&lt;br /&gt;AIM: to see how many marshmellows you can stuff inside ur mouth before u puke.&lt;br /&gt;CATCH: ur not allowed to chew or swallow any marshmellows.&lt;br /&gt;RESULT: sick boys and a saliva filled, partially digested pile of squishy marshmellows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 WHACK THE DICK [a damn retarded game issac came up with]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;supposed&lt;/font&gt; AIM: to trust issac [that he wont crush ur balls]&lt;br /&gt;CATCH: ur supposed to watch him smack the area around ur balls &lt;font color="pink"&gt; without flinching &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESULT: a very traumatized gerard. LOL his stunned look was CLASSIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be more fun if the unfortunate guy or issac was blind folded. haha. best of course would be BOTH.&lt;br /&gt;ah so much for cheap entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah. woah. woah. i met chu ling and some ex-crescentians. x) they were using the bbq pit right across ours. what coincidence. oh and my pri sch classmate kok shue yuan is apparently now their classmate in nj! LOL the world is small. or maybe its just singapore. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play pool after that in beauty world with joseph, weiji and wee hoe. okayy... fine. imma noob. imma noob. NOOB. alrite. garr. but i wasnt the lousiest and considering that that was my 7th game of pool in my WHOLE LIFE. rar. it just wasnt my day. [excuses, excuses] joseph is good. haha but i carn say he's better than liak. ok.. maybe slightly. stupid complacent me. but wells, the third and last game, i played better. haha. so i'll just take it as i take a longer longer time to warm up. =D hey, girls have egos too k. and there's a differnce between being egoistic and delusional. being delusional means refusing to believe that u aint that good in reality, thus unintentionally pissing the shit off ppl. being egoistic means knowing u aint that good in reality, but u just purposely wanna piss the shit off ppl. haha i dunno which is worse of the two. so while we're at the word delusional, i think there are more den two ppl in 1T15, making it a total of 4 delusional ppl in class. geez. i wouldnt wanna join the club tho they seem to be expanding.&lt;br /&gt;hahas. im so gonna practice pool with shafinaz before i can face joseph again. malu ah and i said i would thrash him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, im proud to say that i DID get my facts right in my previous entry to a certain someone. so u said u had ur reasons. well, let's hear it. anyw, in case u didnt know, reasons are not stuffs u make up just so u can use it to cover up ur mistakes. :) u knew that i carn possibly like anyone much less you so im really dubious about what u have to say to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuanyuan: im so sorry i din reply ur msges yesterday. it was quite a hectic day. i know the past two days were super terrible for you. just be strong alrite. good things just carn last for ever that's why we must learn to treasure them. anyw, i think u know that what happened was inevitable. it was just a matter of time. though its kinda sad the second blow had to occur on the consecutive day of the first, just when u were still recuperating, trust me. this aint what anybody want. and your not the only one who feels hurt and depressed. we all know its gonna be hard but u must pull thru k! for me at least?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha who am i to advise him. i carn even practice what i preach. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where'd you go&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114935026833546439?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114935026833546439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114935026833546439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114935026833546439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114935026833546439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/06/zellies-came-to-my-house-yesterday_03.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114910114799311264</id><published>2006-06-01T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T02:45:48.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for gym today. wasnt as bad as i thought it would be. =) but fucking tired. my muscles was alr aching cos of yoga yesterday. and i thought its supposed to relax ur body and mind. =/ rarr. i think i really outta put in more effort cos im not goin to embarass myself again next year.hmmmph. i wish every training for the rest of the year'll be liddat or even better. at least i wasnt so daoed. =) haix. heard some stuffs again. lalala. thanks for the tip. i'll be wary but i still feel -blank- oughta be given another chance. haha. everything heard thru a secondary or tertiary  source oughta be taken with a lil pinch of salt. and the world'll be a much happier place. &lt;s&gt;tho not really from past experience.&lt;/s&gt; that's the problem with me. maybe cos im too forgiving and trusting that's why i always get hurt in the end. i refuse to learn from other's experience about a certain someone until i've tasted it myself. i guess its a double edge sword. i still dont really believe rumours. haha. tho this mentality has given me quite a few trusted and close friends, im also often disappointed by some of these ppl i trustED. the worse thing is, when that happens, nobody really sympathize with you cos they feel that u more or less deserve it since u have already been warned. =/ anyw the poor r. gym girls. could tell that their training today was quite nehnehneh. =(. i think their lao shi was bad mooding. ah wells. shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuanyuan. dont get angry please. i was damn scared. really. my whole morning was screwed up cos u felt so fucked up. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw went to eat prata with terri. bloody hell. the ko song prata was so freaking small. diameter about 11 cm. i felt so cheated please. short of dough ah. thank god the mushroom cheese was quite beeg. haha. it was more than twice the size of the plain one. and it was SQUARE. the bloody indian uncle got some attitude problem and the milo dinosaur had so little milo on the top. :( suddenly makes me feel like hating all lil black pple again. [ok all except kalai, but she's british anyw. RIGGHHHTT.] haha. but no. i shant do that cos my friendster account has already been suspended TWICE cos i was racist and i just carn risk it again. stupid lingam. its all he and his BLOODY BALD BLACK SHINY HEAD's fault. garr. not to mention his wonderful, melodious, soothing tamil music with aroma therapy to go with it. if he wasnt sucha shit ass security guard i probably wouldnt be so racist now. bahh. forced me into detention so many times. curse you mann. i curse ur existance to be oblivious to everyone else at night and i curse u to stink worse than a camel. haha. see, my curses work so no one should piss me off or i'll rmb u for life and my curses'll HAUNT u forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahh im just kidding cos im actually a nice girl. i bet u din know that. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ronald's house. its quite nice larr. got dog. x) i love dogs. damn i just realised that thru out the conv i had with his sis i din ask for the dog's name. im sucha tutu kuay. anyw that poor but damn cute dog has cataract in its eyes. so sad. now he's kinda jumpy and everything. duh i mean if u lose ur eyesight u'll have to rely on ur other senses and they really arent as reliable as ur sense of sight if u wanna check out ur surrounding. i want a dog. i want a dog. i want a dog. haha this reminds me. i havent gone out with brendon for a REALLY NONG time and i miss princess. she's sucha pretty &lt;s&gt;lil&lt;/s&gt; husky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, thank you joan. i owe my life to you literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114910114799311264?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114910114799311264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114910114799311264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114910114799311264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114910114799311264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/06/went-for-gym-today.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114901381381941874</id><published>2006-05-31T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:19:49.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to meet liak for lunch in np. haha so coincidental, met terri there! LOL.liak's conv with weijie was damn funny. i think wei jie wanted to make liak jealous or something and said surprise guess who's here. TERRRIIII. haha. which was good thing cos i was quite boredd watching them play cs. erm actually not really cos it was q entertaining to see some guy play with a damn lag com. while the others were running abt he was CRAWLING. so slow can. and half the him he gets shot before he can react. hearing him kao peh can really amuse the shit outta u, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met many ppl there can. i din know np so popular. saw jia en, andrea, and some girl from my pri sch [sorry i forgot ur name], and a few more peeps. den i went to meet my CHIO BU. x) stephanie surya. x)). lalala. she's so nice, and so pretty. hmmmph i carn believe that nehneh oso bitched abt her. go eat shit and curse you to grow 3 cup D boobs on your back. shame on you man. a normal guy'll go head over heels with her. im positive ur sexuality's something we should all question about. talked until she had to go. i miss so many things in life. haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed pool with shaf cos my dearest mommy wans me home. GARR. i have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. grace's going to canada forver! =( so sad. she's given a place in a university there. =( good for her but i still carn help feeling sad. tho we're not very close but still, she was ALWAYS there when kalai and i play basketball with the thai guys and AH PUI!! lala. remember the times alright. haha. graceee, i still carn believe u sat in the bushes for a forfeit. so cute! x) kalai was screaming when she did that cos she swore there were ants crawling on her leg. sighh. i want to go to the airport to send her off tmr but a lil bit extra la. g2 and hockey sending her. dang. thai guys, ah pui and me oughta join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, went for yoga. talked to fernie. it was good. haha basically i felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la~ im a klutz so if i stepped on ur toes, im sorry. its unintentional unless ur name starts with an s and ends with a y. den u just might be the lucky girl with the flattened toes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114901381381941874?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114901381381941874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114901381381941874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114901381381941874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114901381381941874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/05/went-to-meet-liak-for-lunch-in-np.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114892276137728368</id><published>2006-05-30T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T01:12:41.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up late for chem lect. den i had to kick the damn wall and my toe had to bleed. freak la an elephant placed beside me will seem rather graceful. =( haha. so this was how my day started. wonderful aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carn concentrate during chem lect cos yuanyuan was feelin damn depressed last night and i stayed up to comfort him. :( i hate it when others feel depressed cos i'll feel damn helpless. its like u feel lik u wanna give them a big hug and tell them yea life's a bitch but everything's gonna be fine but u carn cos they're jus not within reach. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met shafinaz and jia ying in crescent. damn happy to see them and crescent. miss that fuckin place so much!! RAR! walked around the school den settled down in the canteen. and guess who we met? AH CHEN!! Hahahaha!! she still seriously thinks she's our favourite teacher!! lalala. i think shaf and jy was rather surprised i turned into sucha depressed overflowing water tank. fuck, i used to be able to hide my feelings so well. no outburst no nothing. just a happy front and i was always cheering ppl up. haha now it's totally different. :( its like my life's a total mess since tze hung stepped out of it. haha. but im not blaming him. i hafta be independent and take on life myself. :) its funny how life seems to be so torturous for yuanyuan and me but sucha bliss to everyone else. haha maybe its just the way we carve ours into. =/ oh anyw, i carn find the tombstone of the toad we buried. ah wells RIP lil froggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den met yuani, rachel goh, germaine, shiyun, gladys and ness. haha. damn nice. ah the warm fuzzy feeling again and i was me again for that time. x) basically everyone was the same but i think yuani got chioer! ness damn glam la and gladys the same out of bed look but got some happening bracelet ah! i think almost everyone more or less thinks that jc life's kinda boring. but i doubt anyone has had it worse den me. i like it here for the first three months maybe cos i had isabel, and no one's bitching abt me? lalala. but now's so kns. i miss 1t27. oh anyw, apparantly i just found out that andrew told me lotsa untrue stuffs abt ness too. what the hell. some ego the boy has. i shant write about it cos i dont really wanna raise any anti feelings towards him cos i guess im still grateful for wad he did to help me get over tze hung. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE!! im looking forward to platoon outing mann. 17th JULY PAULA'S NEW HOUSE BBQ! RMB TO BRING PRESENT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: im goin to study hard cos i dun wanna die a penniless spinister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114892276137728368?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114892276137728368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114892276137728368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114892276137728368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114892276137728368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/05/woke-up-late-for-chem-lect.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114866318119506954</id><published>2006-05-26T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T01:06:21.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>andrew lim de kun: what's the matter with u. you were the last person in class i would ever thought to conjour up things to bitch abt me. fuck it. u not only started the nonsense, u made it up too. you know how much u lied. firstly, i &lt;b&gt;DO NOT LIKE U&lt;/b&gt; and i &lt;b&gt;NEVER DID&lt;/b&gt;. gosh, up till now i only liked one person in cj and it barely lasted for one week alright. oh and that person definately aint u. you know why we were close during the first three months. it was cos of isabel and robin. i trusted you cos i nv believed u would ever betray me as u told me about ur feelings towards isabel and how much u valued friendship. my ass la. i seriously &lt;b&gt;THOUGHT&lt;/b&gt; you were a nice guy. so while i was standing up for u, u bitched about me. so much for being a friend huh. i wun have minded so much if you din fabricate things. i confronted u and u couldnt tell me what's wrong. fuck. dont tell me u brainwashed urself into believing those stuffs u made up. 2ndly, pls make it clear that i &lt;b&gt;DO NOT AND NEVER DID&lt;/b&gt; hook my arms into urs. damnit. i never did that to any guy in my whole life except robin and joseph and the joseph thing was for a damn skit. so if ur hallucinating that i did, i wish u would snap out of it. 3rdly, the 24.10 i owed u? 14.2 was fer isabel's present and the 9.90 was cos u insisted i had to eat in nydc. ok, maybe it was out of concern. the 24.1 thing might be my fault but i did pay the 10 bucks a loong time ago den u were actin weird for some reason and i felt weird returing u. but i guess its still my fault in this case cos i oughta have the initiative to return it. but the chicken chop thing is outrageous. since when did i ask u to buy for me? the only two person from our class that i ask to buy food is joel and joseph. 4thly, i never did sleepover at ur house. finally, if ur unhappy with the way i treat shelby, ask urself who treat her worse. fine, u can say im mean by passing on that infamous letter and owning a photocopied version of it but who deliberately spammed her blog, wrote those really mean comments abt her? ask urself and after ur comments I tagged as anonymous and told u off for sayin those mean stuffs. the things i did were merely for the kicks with no intention of hurting her. what she dunno wont hurt her. now who was it that hurt her by giving those unconstructive remarks about her looks. im not tryin to say what im doin is right. its jus who the hell do you think u are to lecture me abt being mean to her. i've heard some pple bitch about u, callin u some fuck face poser and i stood up for u telling them no la, ur actually q a nice guy.the class outing where u told timothy to tell shelby not to go, vince told shelby that u and timothy were jerks, childish and immature and guess who stood up for u and tim AGAIN. fuck. look who's takin this friendship for granted please. ask ur own conscious if u have one that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114866318119506954?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114866318119506954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114866318119506954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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a damn toilet. the reason is simple. my toilet is clean, looks nice, its confined, relatively pleasant smelling if no one shit in the past hour or so and no one can disturb u while ur inside. so its kinda feels like ur in another dimension, shut out from the rest of the world. away from life and all of its stupid porblems. its kinda surreal and im enjoying it. that's why i spend so much time in my toilet. im not lookin at the dang mirror or anything. i just like to take time off reality and wing away into realms of my own fantasy. oh and yes, i like to think. ah surprise surprise. tho i maybe slow in processing instruction, what other's say, what happen, etc. i do think alot about it after everything. im blur alright, but i do think. so u carn call me a dimwit. im just slow. anyw back to my toilet. the only problem w my habit of stoning on the toilet seat is that my butt sometimes experiences muscle cramps if i stay too long in the same position. boo. whee, i'll take a picture of my toilet so everyone can understand why i love it so much &lt;b&gt;IF&lt;/b&gt; i can get my damn cam to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welly. i guess my opinion of ms giam has changed again after the last ptm. she's q nice la. i mean she's q nice after everything and she does seem to want to help me and my parents unlike that mud bitch. rot and die please. hm... i guess ken was right. her threat was probably just meant to make me work harder. to think i took it so hard and got pissed and was all ready to give up gym. haha. all the anger and bitterness now boils down to nothing. bleh. i feel dumb. i guess people work in different ways but always according to their own principles. so sometimes i guess if ppl do stuffs that piss me off, i should take a step back, consider their perspective, think of the best solution beofre wasting my time and energy getting pissed. because i dont think anyone in the right mindwould intentionally cause hurt to others without a valid reason. sometimes, the hurt caused might not even be intended. an aftermath that hasnt been taken into account. so when this kinda things happen it's most probably due to a clash of opinions and principles and not that anyone is mean. i mean who doesnt want to better themselves right? ok erm i think this applys to all except those who think they're perfect the way they are. get real haha. lalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i should stop. im kinda brain drained. haha and if u guessed it, i've been thinking alot in my toilet that's why. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114819615288147218?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114819615288147218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114819615288147218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114819615288147218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114819615288147218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/05/lalala.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114811592371810282</id><published>2006-05-20T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T17:05:23.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i keep on screwing my own life up. sighh. its my own doing and so i really oughta stop blaming others for it. neh. perpetually living in denial aint gonna do me or anyone else any good. i guess yea i've been cut down to size, haix. it wasnt liddat but i guess that's how u start anyw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my retarded, crazy, nonsensical, shameless days. but i've accepted that things are different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have no idea what i did wrong except slapping perry once too often but i guess if u all wanna gimme the cold shoulder u have ur reasons and i'll respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry terri, sandra and ele for dragging u all in because of my misconduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was walking home when i met joyce and we started talking and found out tze hung looks q stressed out or depressed in sch. well, i wish him well. tze hung, if there's anything, and u need t talk to someone, i'll be here. ok erm, after much consideration maybe not. sorry. carn face u yet cos im still not over everything. i think i'll just stick to wishing u well. hey, i still care alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks liak for always being there whenever i feel so so shitified, which is like everyday wasnt it? haha. thanks for putting up w it, cheering me up and enteratining me everyday in class. =) i miss ur nonsense w sean (cheater) and pool. oh and i hope everything btw u and peiling turns out all right. dont do anything mean or i'll skin u alive. and stop having troubled nights. it aint good for ur health. do some yoga and clear ur mind. ;) i know school sucks [like what's the point in goin there when u probabaly wont even get the chance to apply the knowledge u've learnt in the future; goin to sch is just wasting ur youth away, giving u unnecessary stress, etc esp when u carn seem to fit in like u did before], life's disgusting [fuck life, fuck] and stuffs but wth, life still goes on. if the world wont change for u, i guess u'll have t accept it and adapt to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll start happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my uncle's restaurant earlier and its god damn nice. i bet i ate 2kg or more worth of food. nice nice nice. i was damn full but i die die must eat everything there so i ended up eating 4 plates full of wadeva they have, 9 scoops of ice cream and a bowl of fruits. there was black pepper crayfish, crab, oysters, sharksfin, lobster, oriental dishes, japanese food, western food, dim sum, dessert, fruits etc. basically ALOT of stuffs. everyone oughta check it out. bring ur friends and family k! cos it doesnt matter if u all have very different tastebuds there's bound to be something u like there. oh btw my uncle's restaurant is magic wok. the all u can it thing is priced at 18.9 for adults and 9.9 for kids. its worth it k! considering all the ex and good stuffs u can find there. he's doin mankind a favour so support him by goin there and eat. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25169609.post-114758889703794466</id><published>2006-05-14T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:47:15.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>liakkkk.... x)))) friday was good. havent really smiled and laughed properly in weeks. wanted to go out with sue-maine but she had already made appointment to go out with her other friends. garr. so in the end agreed to go out w liak and sean. went to my aunt's house earlier. brought back some fucking memories cos i've only been there twice before and the last time was with tze hung to bake cookies. =/ thank god i had the outing with liak to look forward to and liak helped to keep my mind off those stuffs the whole time i was there. thanks sister. x)haha yes, ur my sis together with aaron. but no, i dont have any doubts regarding ur sexuality. im just in touch with ur feminine side. ;) dont worry la. ur still manly k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent seen sean in a loooooonng time and he looked rather gaydified that day. haha. what's with the long strip shirt and flat hair! lol aha and then, there was a poser cap attached to his jeans wtf. the weather was wet and it just rained. where the hell's the sun man? ah wells i guess that's why he brought the cap. to pose. hmm... actually i love poser caps too. =p lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play pool at monsters and met sue-maine and friends. LOLL. sue-maine darling, we're fated to meet. liak and sean's bloody pro at pool man. they not only shock sue maine, luffy and ahmad. i was amazed too. sean INTENTIONALLY made the ball &lt;strong&gt;bounce&lt;/strong&gt; into the hole. fuck man. that's totally retarded. i know they're good but not till liddat. anyw, im so proud of myself. i won liak in one game. x) haha. actually, it cannot really be counted cos he accidentally shot the black ball together with his ball into the hole. lol still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="20"&gt;&lt;b&gt; I WON LIAK YUAN HOWE IN A GAME OF POOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. this is an event to be remembered. alongside 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den they called kailin to come to play. she's q hot and cute. =) but amanda's still my number one. geez. i sound like a lil like colin and kero. =s kailin's some girl from shanghai and learnt her english in 6 mths. zai man. and dammit. she can curse in this language better than those tom, dick and harry u see walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to macs to chill a lil. saw this man who looks damn weird. i swear to god he looks like mr potato head. totally. he doesnt look human. its as tho he just walked out of a cartoon. and it din help that he had a smooth, brown, round head and he was bald. liak said " he's cute what. got baby face" my ass la. he's a freako. and i've got this really strong feeling that he would fit very nicely in my class. aha, yes. he's that bad. lalalala. im sucha bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passed by tze hung's road again. but i din feel a thing. haha. i guess that's good. thanks liak. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edwin called and i missed it. woah that's new. but that bloody faggot din reply my msg after that. i HATE it when ppl dont reply especially so if i ask them a question out of concern. anyw, look who's asking who to mind their lauguage now. fuck u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dance rehersal at michelle's place. i tot i'd be late cos my dad told me he aint gonna fetch me at 10:30. wth. grr so i cabbed there. wen xiang, dom and sandra came so much later and pffft we haven started anything. rarr. i should have taken mrt and bus. save money. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly, tho i attend every one of this dance practice, i regret i did each time i leave. firstly, im not able to talk to anyone there properly and i dont feel comfortable. secondly, the sense of satisfaction is not there and neither is the appreciation. i bet it doesnt matter whether i went anot. i doubt it'll make a difference. and fuck i rejected liak to go for dance. so neh. stupid. stupid. stupid. that was the 3rd time i rejected liak for dance. so kns. i miss crescent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, 2 saudis added me to msn. fuck la. are they blind or what. i specifically said i dont want any saudis to add me or i'll knock their teeth out. dang it la. are they so poor they carn afford to visit the dentist just to get their teeth outta their gums. one even had the cheek to tell me that he's called Ali and i know him. rubbish. the only Ali i know is the one that keeps appearing in my primary school's maths workbook. imma racist, u retard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114758889703794466?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114758889703794466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114758889703794466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114758889703794466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114758889703794466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/05/liakkkk.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114733723558280642</id><published>2006-05-11T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:25:50.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the stupid student development thing made me realise that the perfect guy should not be what we should be looking for. u dont need to have mr perfect. mr right is all that counts. as long as the guy fits ur personality and their flaws dont bother u. i mean we carn be perfect girls so why go for perfect guys. right? like the perfect guy wans us liddat in the first place. but who cares. wth. im looking for miss right. x) haha. no la not crooked. just not interested in guys for the moment. they dont really intrigue me. and im fucking tired. so if anyone thinks i like anyone, i dont. x) but yes, i still think amanda's pretty and hot. x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i forgot to add larissa and isabel and anthea inside my list. they're pretty too.x) and sue maine, i wont eye candy u too. promise. i dont wan u to freak out and start ignoring me. neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was walking home when i saw huskies!!! x) hahaha i love huskies. lovable creatures. im gonna get one as soon as i save enough and have enough time to spend with it. i miss princess. oh wells. hope i can go brendon's house to see her again SOON. x) just embracing this thought makes me look forward to the june hols. ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw terri, thanks for everything. i love u. =D haha. erm not in a crook way but yes i do. dunno wad i'd do without u. haha. i know sometimes im just paranoid. i dont adapt easily. its so hard to feel comfortable in a different environment. especially when u've gotten so used to ur previous sch. i miss crescent. cj's fine. i like it here but i still miss crescent alot. all the trips home w kalai, ponning sch w g to eat swensens in changi and t mug for chi os, skipping nc training w zel t go mobile to eat ben and jerry's, throwing the duster at amy, listening t jy's escapades w wad's his name?, fooling arnd w diana tang during her maths lessons (if we din run away), running in the rain to redhill mrt; all wet and crowding at the toilet to dry ourselves,crez awards. all the stupidity and fun and nonsense. ah wells. i hate growing up. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighh. cj rugby lost to pj. 50-nil. a pathetic lost. worse than the one vs ac. cos at least we won a lil. but it aint fair. i saw one pj rugby player kicking our player. shit la. forgot who was it but he kicked when the referee wasnt looking. so violent. met fauziah and ling fang there too. x) they're in pj council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and ac lost to sa. haha. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah. this vince saga thing is HUGE. lol. wth. but it provides entertainment to my otherwise boring life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and liak, thanks for being there when i was down. haha. i think all the times u ask me how's life i always answer the standard thing dont i? haha. yea life's a bitch. and the how's life question has become rather rhetorical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i think i do have attitude problems at times. sighh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114733723558280642?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114733723558280642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114733723558280642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114733723558280642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114733723558280642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/05/stupid-student-development-thing-made.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114698435621979895</id><published>2006-05-07T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T15:14:48.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL something really stupid happened. my lil bro had earlier asked my mom to buy a pumpkin for him to bring to sch on monday for a sci experiment. and my dad told the maid to cook the same pumpkin for lunch! lol. so we ended up eating my bro's project! he was damn sad la. lol so so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. guess the record now. 24 saudi arabians,1 guy from United Arab Emirates,1 from Senegal, 3 indonesians, 2 guys from brunei, 1 Gambian, 1 turkish msg me on friendster and they want to be my friend. HAHAHAHAHA. imma racist freak. so shoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love rocks and rolls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114698435621979895?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114698435621979895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114698435621979895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114698435621979895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114698435621979895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/05/lol-something-really-stupid-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114692463683729267</id><published>2006-05-06T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:10:36.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im gonna start learning hokkien. =) haha, but no. its not to curse. its to talk to my grandparents.=) i was just sitting and thinking about life. haha. i know im a boring person but think about it. do you realise that u have more or less lived one fifth of ur life taking that u'll die at the age of 85? now think about ur grandparent. how much longer do you think they'll live until before they leave u? that is, if they havent already gone. having lost two grandparents from my father's side, i regret not being able to communicate with them; to tell them i love them, to express care and concern for them and to learn and know more about them. im sure they'll have lots of stories to say, lots of experiences to share, etc the only problem is that lauguage poses as a barrier between us. they only know and speak in dialects mainly hokkien and cantonese, something i have difficulty comprehending. so whenever i visit them, i just smile and start talking to my cousins. maybe if i had been more at ease in speaking in dialect, we coulc be really close. but sadly, now all that's in my memory of them is their face and smile. i hardly knew my paternal grandparents. =( ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;i think my maternal grandparents are currently leading rather sad lives. they are now at this stage in which they watch their friends die off one by one. its inevitable if they start thinking when their turn's gonna come. their days are just spent idling at home. television could have been a form of entertainment to them if we have mainstream boardcast channels in diff dialects. grandchildren can provide them with some form of entertainment and joy by just existing, but wouldnt it be better if we could talk to them? haha i know some of u rather get away from listening to grandfather's or grandmother's stories. haha. but not me. i dont wanna regret. hm... i think i'll start by asking my grandma how her day was and tell her i love the dinner she prepared. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to andrew's house with an intention to mug. freak la. i screwed physics ca like some mad cow. i ate the most haha. more than pee sheng. talked abit like we used to during the first three months. =) haha. he hasnt changed much. and im gonna learn to play the guitar. =) not the acoustic or classical or benjo kind. i think they are retarded. i want ELECTRIC. =) because i love distortions and they way they rock. x) andrew really oughta join rockafellaskank next year man. he can totally own all the guitarist there. he can do a solo piece. haha. ok maybe a drummer and a bass guitarist would be good too. i'll do the keyboards. aiya fantasizing canz? BAH. im supposed to go play dota with them. pfffffft. actually, their supposed to teach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tze hung:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish ur grandmother well. i know how much u love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, u do know that today's supposed to be our anniversary if we hadnt broken up two months ago right? werent u the one who said that u wanted to be able to look back ten years and say: &lt;u&gt;wow, we've been together for ten years&lt;/u&gt;? haha funny shit aint it? we couldnt even last past 10 months not to talk about a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to _ _ _ _ :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your message at midnight made my day. =) i bet u din know that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114692463683729267?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114692463683729267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114692463683729267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114692463683729267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114692463683729267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-gonna-start-learning-hokkien.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114674429460523950</id><published>2006-05-04T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:05:34.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck la bad things just congregate together and slam u all in one shot. pffft. so kns la.&lt;br /&gt;fucked up week. i hate being threatened so dont make me do anything funny. i can do things that i say i can do. i have the guts and i dont think i have a sense of shame. i know its a flaw. esmond, im sorry i threw the drink on u. at least it wasnt on ur hair. i was drenched head down and my hair was sticky all the way home k. as for the gym thing, im joining shooting as well. SEONG HOON. =) haha and alot of other factors. i need backup cos i dont think ms giam and i are on very good terms now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, these are the list of the pretty girls in sch. my eye candies:&lt;br /&gt;1)amanda teo =DD&lt;br /&gt;2)jamie 1t12&lt;br /&gt;3)cher 1t12&lt;br /&gt;4)ester 1t12 (freak la i love that class x))&lt;br /&gt;5)li yun 1t01&lt;br /&gt;6)mirabel 1t14&lt;br /&gt;7)jocelyn (gym)&lt;br /&gt;8)hui ren 1t36&lt;br /&gt;9)seong hoon's eye candy.&lt;br /&gt;10)some other random girl i saw in the canteen but din get time to find out who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha terri, ur pretty to me too but i promise i wont eye candy u. i dont want u to freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tze hung: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess karma does exists. ur doing what i did t u to me back again. liak made me realise that yea perhaps its my fault that i went out on dates w other pple when we were together but hey. i did tell u who i went out w right. plus i did tell them abt u. and the thing that happened on ur birthday. it wasnt my fault. i went to funorama at 730 to bring ur cake and shoes t the funfair to give u a surprise tho i injured my knee in gym the night before. and when we went there and u got ur cake later that day, u jus continued playing w kalai and justin. i din feel appreciated and bad mooded the whole day until brendon came to hug me and told me he missed me. of course i was glad after that la. firstly cos he did it cos i was me and i din do anything for him -in fact he paid for everything when we went out tho it wasnt expected of him.- he made me feel valued that day k. secondly, i had a shitified time w u. and thirdly, he's my eye candy. naturally after that i felt happy and slightly inclinated towards him. whereas u. the last time i bought u a large nouget. the first thing u said was i dont eat nouget. fuck la. thanks alot ah. no thanks or anything to show appreciation.nothing. i felt so good what. im sure im gonna get for u anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh thanks for the msg but the part u said abt how u still know why u loved me? im not really sure abt it and i dont think u are either. cos if u do den why arent u now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114674429460523950?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114674429460523950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114674429460523950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114674429460523950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114674429460523950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/05/fuck-la-bad-things-just-congregate.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114649659312904778</id><published>2006-05-01T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:16:33.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha. i sound so emo. oh wells. im down with fever and i carn sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114649659312904778?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114649659312904778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114649659312904778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114649659312904778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114649659312904778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/05/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114646569723522764</id><published>2006-05-01T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T15:16:14.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to tze hung:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u.i love u.i love u.i love u.&lt;em&gt;i hate u&lt;/em&gt;.i love u.i love u.i love u.i love u.i love u.i love u.i love u.i love u.&lt;em&gt;i hate u.&lt;/em&gt;i love u.i love u.i love u.i love u.i love u.i love u.i love u.i love u.i love u.&lt;em&gt;i hate u.&lt;/em&gt;i love u.i love u.i love u.i love u.i love u.i love u.i love u.i love u.i love u.i love u.&lt;em&gt;i hate u.&lt;/em&gt;i love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know what i mean. im supposed to hate u for everything u did to me but i carn. im still hurt and ur words still sting but i love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i nv liked u even after we got together. i nv once thought u were handsome or hot either. i know u can tell. the first break up in september, i accepted u back cos of guilt. i only started loving u on the 10th oct. yes that fateful monday. the day where u bought the flowers and put it up on the fan. but still, i din like u. ur just not my type. we have very different ideals but yet posess the same personality of being stubborn and selfish. and yes, until now, i still dont like u and i dunno why i love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know u like someone else now and i carn have u back. i may not want u back anyway cos i dont think i can trust u. obfuscate me with the reasons why u wanted to leave. all the lies, the deception. thanks for lying to me. u knew i would not be able to take the truth. but at the end of the day, u still shot it point blank at my face. you bastard. lust. now i have to delude myself everyday just to keep myself sane. despite everything, i still love you and that's why im tormented everyday. i know im a stupid girl for feeling this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on fri, i heard u were sick for two days, i went all the way down to ur house straight after sch. i was fucking hungry cos i haven eaten the whole day but it din matter cos i was worried abt u. i love the way u greeted me: &lt;u&gt;im going out with my sis now.&lt;/u&gt; after cabbing down to see if u were ok u din even say five full sentences to me. and what u said werent even nice. and den u left with ur sis. and im left alone again. that feeling sucks ok. so brilliant. im already short of cash but yet, i spent it on a cab to see u only to feel so shattered. haha being stupid as i am, i know myself i'll obligingly go through the same thing all over again just to make sure ur ok. u shouldnt feel guilty cos i know i brought this upon myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i dunno why im telling u all this. i dont even know what i want from u. perhaps cos everything is just so bottled up and im choking. i guess i need to let it out cos i dont wanna breakdown randomly around others anymore. their day dont deserve to be spoilt by me and u dont deserve my tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114646569723522764?l=retardedcreeps-.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-25169609.post-114632482657808211</id><published>2006-04-29T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T14:47:09.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tic tac toe is boring. its boring. very boring. its boring to keep winning god. haha. or wad esmond calls himself. bloody ZHI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;garr. im slightly burnt. my back is damn damn pain. im so dead. im gonna peel like a snake or maybe a rock in the desert that undergoes thermal expansion and contraction. in otherwords, im gonna exfoliate. oh and one more thing. im never ever gonna try to play rugby anymore. i think i fractured the joint of my left hand index finger. SHO COOL. im sucha klutz. and omg sandra! u sure u wan rugdella's tip anot. ur's is like freaking big alr la. two of mine merge together oso cannot compete w urs pls. den again, amos's chest is bigger den mine so we really shouldnt compare anything with mine since its so minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met daphne in marina food loft. went a lil hysterical. as yes to those who were with me. i was mood swinging. i din have a good day. talked abit about someone and found out perry's ex was flora! freaking funny. they were only together for 1 day. i miss crescent. alot. =( cj is alright w ppl lyk terri but in crescent, i had all the fun. here i jus know the fun. haha or maybe its cos i found out ur sucha jerk this year that it spoilt my entire &lt;s&gt;life&lt;/s&gt; year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2875/196/1600/DSCF1529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:centre; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2875/196/320/DSCF1529.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group photo at ferry terminal&lt;br /&gt;left top row: me, terri x), ronald, sandra, alvan, codie (dog), meiqi&lt;br /&gt;2nd row: perry and amos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2875/196/1600/DSCF1553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:centre; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2875/196/320/DSCF1553.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a reason why i love terrriii. only i know. ;) haha. dom can heart nana and sandra. but i heart terri x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my yellow hair band. sighh. chua wen xiang, return me on tuesday k!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114632482657808211?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114632482657808211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114632482657808211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114632482657808211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114632482657808211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/04/tic-tac-toe-is-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114596770596338534</id><published>2006-04-25T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:21:45.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hereby declare that basketball IS very DANGEROUS. !@#!%#@^% freak la my toe nail got cracked into half and yes, it IS bleeding. i dont fake this kinda things for FUN. cos its not funny. furthermore, i LOVE my shoes. its pretty hard to part w it u know. hmm.. wasnt it 2 mths ago that i fractured my finger cos of basketball? see, its proven that bb is dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, i am fascinated by what a coin can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and YAY. we're goin sentosa on saturday. WHEE~ finally man. the sun, the sea, hot guys and hot BABES. ;) just a lil problem. i feel flat. garr. so inferior goin there pls. i feel like vince's hair - airport runway. but rugdella did gimme a couple of tips ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) New York City has 11 letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Afghanistan has 11 letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Ramsin Yuseb (The terrorist who&lt;br /&gt;threatened to&lt;br /&gt;destroy the Twin&lt;br /&gt;Towers in 1993) has 11 letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) George W Bush has 11 letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be a mere coincidence, but&lt;br /&gt;this gets&lt;br /&gt;more&lt;br /&gt;interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) New York is the 11th state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The first plane crashing against the&lt;br /&gt;Twin&lt;br /&gt;Towers&lt;br /&gt;was flight number&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers. 9&lt;br /&gt;+ 2 =&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Flight 77 which also hit Twin Towers,&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;carrying&lt;br /&gt;65 passengers.&lt;br /&gt;6+5 = 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The tragedy was on September 11, or&lt;br /&gt;9/11 as it&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;now known. 9 + 1+ 1 = 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The date is equal to the US emergency&lt;br /&gt;services&lt;br /&gt;telephone number 911.&lt;br /&gt;9 + 1 + 1 = 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheer coincidence..?! Read on and make&lt;br /&gt;up your&lt;br /&gt;own mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The total number of victims inside all&lt;br /&gt;the hi-&lt;br /&gt;jacked&lt;br /&gt;planes was 254. &gt;2 + 5 + 4 = 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) September 11 is day number 254 of&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;calendar&lt;br /&gt;year.&lt;br /&gt;Again 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The Madrid bombing took place on&lt;br /&gt;3/11/2004. 3&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;1 + 1 + 2 + 4 = 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The tragedy of Madrid happened 911&lt;br /&gt;days after&lt;br /&gt;the Twin Towers&lt;br /&gt;incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Now this is where things get totally eerie:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;The most recognised symbol for the US,&lt;br /&gt;after the&lt;br /&gt;Stars &amp; Stripes, is the Eagle. The&lt;br /&gt;following verse&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;taken from the Quran, the Islamic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;holy book:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"For it is written that a son of Arabia&lt;br /&gt;would&lt;br /&gt;awaken a&lt;br /&gt;fearsome Eagle. he wrath of the Eagle&lt;br /&gt;would be&lt;br /&gt;felt&lt;br /&gt;throughout the lands of Allah and lo,&lt;br /&gt;while some of&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;people trembled in despair still more&lt;br /&gt;rejoiced: for&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of&lt;br /&gt;Allah and&lt;br /&gt;there was peace."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;That verse is number 9.11 of the Quran.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Still uncovinced about all of this..?! Try&lt;br /&gt;this and&lt;br /&gt;see&lt;br /&gt;how you feel afterwards, it made my hair&lt;br /&gt;stand on&lt;br /&gt;end:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Open Microsoft Word and do the&lt;br /&gt;following:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;1. Type in capitals Q33 NY. This is the&lt;br /&gt;flight&lt;br /&gt;number&lt;br /&gt;of the first&lt;br /&gt;&gt;plane to hit one of the Twin Towers.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;2. Highlight the Q33 NY.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;3. Change the font size to 48.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;4. Change the actual font to the&lt;br /&gt;WINGDINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKA:&lt;br /&gt;Q33 NY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114596770596338534?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114596770596338534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114596770596338534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114596770596338534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114596770596338534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-hereby-declare-that-basketball-is.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114564054650401174</id><published>2006-04-22T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T01:29:06.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for vj dance but left before the halftime interval even ended. BAH. but well, i met who i wanted to meet. kelvin =) i always knew we're fated ;) haha. im psychoing myself again laa. so malu. i waved to him like 5 times or so. he responded the first 4 times. oh wells i guess i must have looked really retarded. it doesnt really matter tho cos i know he alr thinks im eccentric. anyw, to anyone close to kelvin ong, pls buy him a new shirt for his birthday cos i think he needs and wants one. he wore the shirt he wore on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyw, on my way home i met kalai walking latte! actually i saw the dog. i couldnt see the girl cos well, erm it was the night and kalai isnt exactly white. ken tan was suppose to come meet us cos kalai apparently owes him alcohol. but his mom was sleeping on the sofa in the living room so he couldnt sneak out. haha. lousy boy. so ken tan couldnt come and i had to reach home before nine. kalai was too scared to wait in the park alone for kentan so she and latte followed me home. haha and den i saw something i nv tot i'll ever see. my usually calm maid actually screamed and jump. my goodness. i think she can jump higher than dominic on the trampoline please. she might even draw with sean tay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, on thursday was gymnastics competition. we got 3rd! haha. me and terri were highly embarrassed for obvious reasons, but still, we beat nj. =) nvm, we'll train hard for next year right terri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mei qi: thank you so much for the flowers. =) made my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to u know who u are and if u dont its jus too bad: i hate people who think they are very cool and hot and handsome when they're not. the kind that flirts arnd thinking that every girl will fall head over heels with him.n in reality, he's just flirting with no one but his ego cos pple hates his guts and the way he treats his ex girl tho she likes him so much. and i think the girl is way too pretty and cute for him. she can find loads of better guys. but well, i guess love is blind. its just a pity i hafta face him everyday. i swear i do really have the urge to spank him hard whenever i see his retarded face. oh and dont laugh at my jokes. i dont want u to. it just pisses me off. just like the way u command others. who the fuck do u think u are ah. ARGH i still carn believe i hafta work with u. im counting down to the day PW ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114564054650401174?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114564054650401174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114564054650401174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114564054650401174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114564054650401174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/04/went-for-vj-dance-but-left-before.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114514659955636989</id><published>2006-04-16T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T14:02:40.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this post is dedicated to terri.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU for saving me time and again. ur brilliant and ur the BESTEST BESTEST BESTEST =DDD. haha. jus next time dont open the curtain of the changing room when im changing! im shy. either way, thanks for tanning w me. i mean thanks for trying to tan w me. bloody sun wasnt too cooperative. =( nvm, next time we use self tanning lotion. =) oh wells, we'll hav sentosa next saturday after com yea? sighh.. den i'll have to start drinking papaya milk shake every break so i wont feel so inferior to u. ur so full up there im envious. gravity works too much on me. fats aint goin where they're supposed to. they dont stay up. they accumulate at my calfs. garr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114514659955636989?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114514659955636989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114514659955636989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114514659955636989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114514659955636989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-post-is-dedicated-to-terri.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114494983512958419</id><published>2006-04-14T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T01:44:08.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love shelby alotalot. X) i mean it. no im not being sarcastic this time. she really brighten my fucked up day. her blog's entertainment man. i laugh so much the six pecs mine soon. =) sorry shelby, im really sorry to hear abt ur misfortunes. but ur insane u know the way u phrase things. u should see the shock on poor timothy's face man. that guy's gonna be haunted for the rest of his life. anyw the part about him blushing when isaac said he liked u? i think he was choking on his saliva that's why his face was red. ur hilarious girl. dont so emo laa. its lik watching a channel 8 drama just that the director's abit cock eyed. look at the cast; the leading lady man. she's atrocious. sure, she has killer looks. erm yea in the sense that u'll really rather die den look. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sue maine dear, thanks so so so much for da lovely earrings. =) its yellow =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desmond: I WANT MY OREOs!!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;garr. my com carn load up those nice pics. BAHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114494983512958419?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114494983512958419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114494983512958419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114494983512958419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114494983512958419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-shelby-alotalot.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114456818996462969</id><published>2006-04-09T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T15:36:30.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stun tio</title><content type='html'>some things in life jus shock u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 gr. i just received a 15% discount to B.I.R.D products. i could have saved $25.4925 from purchasing my shoes. with that money i COULD have gotten THAT billabong top and still have 5.4925 bucks to spare. &lt;strong&gt;AHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/strong&gt; i bought it jus 5 days ago. what luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 my fucked up form teacher can ask stupid qns that will stun u and leave u pondering abt her mental capabilities. she actually asked me:" so u know wad to do if u wan the paper cranes back." lol firstly, no, i dont know what to do. 2ndly, wtf. why the hell would i wan the paper cranes back? lol. retarded piece of shit. i dont have dying relatives in hospital. haha. those cranes were for class deco man and half of it wasnt even folded by me. everyone happy jus dump it on my table and its all my responsibility now eh? crazy ah, i dont even give a hoot abt those cranes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 i stepped into saket's pail of chalk in an attempt to flip backwards. this is my bruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2875/196/1600/jasmine%20215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2875/196/320/jasmine%20215.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha im amazed at my luck sometimes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 kelvin ong's photo on the newspaper.=)) i almost choked on my milo this morning when i saw his picture in today's lifestyle. he was supposed to come w me to crescent yesterday too. tskk edwin, u bloody faggot. why did u go queensway ah? u were supposed to come with ur bro. in the end, i waited for u for 5 hours and u din bring kelvin. gr. i went to training late for nothing. pffft. oh well, i still get to see kelvin tho its only his pic on the papers. still? we're fated. =) (aiya, jus let me live in delusion la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2875/196/1600/jasmine%20216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2875/196/320/jasmine%20216.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114456818996462969?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114456818996462969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114456818996462969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114456818996462969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114456818996462969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/04/stun-tio.html' title='stun tio'/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114414837532636234</id><published>2006-04-04T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T18:59:35.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got new shoes =))) so pretty. =)be envious it jus came out lik one month ago. i've got good taste. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighh. got ptm. gr. life sucks. im so gonna get screwed alive for the slightest mistake. adults lik to exaggerate. haha so much for telling the truth. ya la im a rebel la if that makes u happy man. gr. say anything wrong abt me and be prepared for porkfloss to be blown at ur face. im tryin my best k. but pls respect the fact that hey, i do hav a life too man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyw i have a new resolution. =) i promise to be nicer to shelby and issac. i know shelby has been tryin to be nice to me but i dunno. carn seem to be able to face her. sighh. but i promise i'll try my best. but first impression is jus really hard to break. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gr. liak thanks for letting me know. bloody faggot, u jolly well sign out of my msn or i'll twist ur head until u can see ur ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114414837532636234?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114414837532636234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114414837532636234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114414837532636234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114414837532636234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-got-new-shoes-so-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114394774414499020</id><published>2006-04-02T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T11:15:44.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>come on so tell me wad's hot. define hot. its subjective i know. they're those who turn u on rightt? gr. im not a dinosaur. the word hot is jus so confusing. ur hot when ur hunky rite? ur hot when ur curvaceous rite? oh wells. i guess diff ppl define it differently. so i'll jus think of it MY WAY ;) ur hot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIONA XIE&lt;/strong&gt;, i'll get u. i saw ur face on the staircase way up to the quadrangle. ur mine babeh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114394774414499020?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114394774414499020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114394774414499020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114394774414499020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114394774414499020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/04/come-on-so-tell-me-wads-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114390354499508611</id><published>2006-04-01T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T23:29:38.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyw, met up w aaron and meifang yesterday. GDI. nv realised how much i missed them man. tho none of them played v significant roles in my life in 1t27, the sense of lost that we're no longer in the same sch and much less in the same classwas q overwhelming. i admit i really felt lik cryin yesterday. haha. now who said they're only there t fill the class? i guess u'll only learn to treasure things when they're gone. sighh. i wonder if i'll eva feel that way abt shelby. aha, maybe i would &lt;strike&gt;NOT&lt;/strike&gt;. oh wells, i guess i wont know. she's jus too much of a freak of a person for me to contemplate abt missing. ok shant be so mean to her. i guess she's alright la. jus a lil irritating and a real big pain in the ass only. but hey, give her a chance/friend/boyfriend/anything for her to stop stalking me and sue-maine.=s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gr. the next worse thing to being trapped in the same toilet w a lizard who habitually pelt down from the ceiling is getting traumatised and running out of the toilet w only a towel wrapped round u cos some bloody fluffy moth flew in. i was bathing, happily playing w bubbles and reliving my childhood when horror struck. now u know where those scriptwriters get their inspiration from. occasions lik these when insects jus flock into ur toilet while ur bathing. bloody fuck mann. my clothes were inside and it had better not land on them or my toothbrush. disgusting. bleahx hafta disinfect everything. gr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retarded kalai sent me this msg: hey, i want to be frank with ya. the truth is i never liked this friendship. i think its the worst mistake one could have done. i regret knowing *some text missing* -my inbox was full- gosh i was damn scared and sad la. deleted some previous msges and realised its some stupid april's fools joke. but i swear for that fuckin few mins i was damn depressed. gr. played w my feeling. naugthy girl. jus wished april's fool was on a school day. it'll be so much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: tan shin, dont be jealous i hug aaron and meifang laa. u'll get urs soon ;) promise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114390354499508611?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114390354499508611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114390354499508611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114390354499508611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114390354499508611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/04/anyw-met-up-w-aaron-and-meifang.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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-25169609.post-114386298068547806</id><published>2006-04-01T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T23:38:30.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee hoo. im bloging AGAIn. aha. its been a real long time since i blogged oh wells. new life in jc now. new start, new blog. period =))&lt;br /&gt;broke up. life goes on so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ronald inspired me to blogged. =) love his blog. tho i dont know him. funny lil guy. probably only knows me as the girl who stands outside his class waiting for isabel and the girl from vince class -most unfortunate- =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25169609-114386298068547806?l=retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/feeds/114386298068547806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25169609&amp;postID=114386298068547806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114386298068547806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25169609/posts/default/114386298068547806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retardedcreeps-.blogspot.com/2006/03/whee-hoo.html' title=''/><author><name>liveitreal</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>
