<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:26:39.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flaccid</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-115582900506223324</id><published>2006-08-17T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:36:45.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOTAK</title><content type='html'>At the rate im pulling my hair everyday&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait(!) to see a bald patch on my scalp after EOYs yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow - english SA&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Speech Day. half the day would be gone. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Pesta Sukan Carnival. WHOLE DAY GONEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I received a present today. something that's very.&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a box of Taikoo icing sugar yay! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Syaz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-115582900506223324?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/115582900506223324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=115582900506223324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/115582900506223324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/115582900506223324'/><link rel='alternate' 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MY BODY IS TRYING TO COME UP WITH SO I WON'T HAVE TO STUDY AND LIKE FAIL EOYS WITH A GPA OF 1.999999 WHILE SHIYA GETS HER 3.99999999999999 &lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO ANNOYING&lt;br /&gt;COME TO MAMA &lt;br /&gt;I WANNA PUKE ON YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelovelovelovelovelovelove&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-115529173767750820?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/115529173767750820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=115529173767750820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/115529173767750820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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life&lt;br /&gt;when I can't focus&lt;br /&gt;when I don't understand what's happening&lt;br /&gt;when I don't know why we're here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-115295760004376862?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/115295760004376862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=115295760004376862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/115295760004376862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/115295760004376862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2006/07/stopconfusingme.html' 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type='html'>The drugs begin to peak&lt;br /&gt;A smile of joy arrives in me&lt;br /&gt;But sedation changes to panic and nausea&lt;br /&gt;And breath starts to shorten&lt;br /&gt;And heartbeats pound softer&lt;br /&gt;You won't try to save me&lt;br /&gt;You just want to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;And leave me desperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught my heart&lt;br /&gt;A sense I never knew I had&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;The times that I was&lt;br /&gt;Lost and depressed from the awful truth&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it&lt;br /&gt;You're my heroine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;Chisel my heart out of stone&lt;br /&gt;I give in everytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught my heart&lt;br /&gt;A sense I never knew I had&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;The times that I was &lt;br /&gt;Lost and depressed from the awful truth&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it&lt;br /&gt;You're my heroine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you laugh, at the thought of me thinking for myself (myself)&lt;br /&gt;I bet you believe, that I'm better off with you than someone else&lt;br /&gt;Your face arrives again, all hope I had becomes surreal&lt;br /&gt;But under your covers more torture than pleasure&lt;br /&gt;And just past your lips there's more anger than laughter&lt;br /&gt;Not now or forever will I ever change you&lt;br /&gt;I know that to go on, I'll break you, my habit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught my heart&lt;br /&gt;A sense I never knew I had&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;The times when I was &lt;br /&gt;Lost and depressed form the awful truth&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it&lt;br /&gt;You're my heroine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will save myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-114472958716885773?l=thedisturbed.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-7224360.post-114320737314849837</id><published>2006-03-24T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:36:06.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;24th march &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;FONT SIZE=10&gt;&lt;B&gt; SOME&lt;br /&gt;ONE &lt;br /&gt;SHOOT&lt;br /&gt; ME, &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;BLEW &lt;br /&gt;60 BUCKS &lt;br /&gt;ON &lt;br /&gt;THE DVD&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ant's house today&lt;br /&gt;did some work&lt;br /&gt;then watched THE EXPENSIVE DVD&lt;br /&gt;my heart is so pain&lt;br /&gt;cause of THE EXPENSIVE DVD&lt;br /&gt;SO PAINNNNNNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;nvm it's all worth it for that cutie's pervertic grin&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;just, kidding!&lt;br /&gt;i think i was being damn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;like every timeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;HE JUN XIANG smiled&lt;br /&gt;i will grin to myself&lt;br /&gt;ahha ahhahaha hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;me and my fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;anthony was like&lt;br /&gt;GIL STOP FANTASIZING&lt;br /&gt;haahahahah&lt;br /&gt;so cuteeeeeeee lah mike heeeeee&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH after all 60bucks is QUITE worth it lah |=&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trng tmrw at rj.&lt;br /&gt;yawnnnnnnnnnnnnnn =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-114320737314849837?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/114320737314849837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=114320737314849837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright yo.&lt;br /&gt;2 months since i blogged =)&lt;br /&gt;actually i wanted to dump this shit&lt;br /&gt;.. actually i set up lj like a month agoo.&lt;br /&gt;but i haven updated so scrooo eet.&lt;br /&gt;i see my bunny marshmellow hopping around&lt;br /&gt;it looks happy&lt;br /&gt;but looks are deceiving haha wth&lt;br /&gt;anyway its damn adorableeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh ytd i just watched this taiwan serial..&lt;br /&gt;the last episode i really cried my ASS OFFFFF&lt;br /&gt;i was sobbing so bad &lt;br /&gt;i woke my friend's mum up haha&lt;br /&gt;my parents were kinda quarrelling.. thn&lt;br /&gt;she didnt know if i cried cause of my parents ._.&lt;br /&gt;or cause of the show i was watching.&lt;br /&gt;it was like 5 am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to stop watching at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;but like, i couldnt take it&lt;br /&gt;cause it was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;mike he's damn hottttt&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;i swear i fantasize too much.&lt;br /&gt;the show's like super cheesy but rah&lt;br /&gt;who cares.&lt;br /&gt;i see Marshmellow again ^^&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway yeahh i even dreamt about the show??&lt;br /&gt;and i know i cried while i dreaming too!&lt;br /&gt;haha. i think im overdoing it man.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna buy the dvd/vcd hell yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;there are a few of my favourite episodes that i keep watching.. cause it'll take so long to load thn it'll pause at interesting parts.. so i will get fed up and watch that part again and again haha.&lt;br /&gt;but for the last episode I WILL RESIST NOT WATCHING IT AGAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;once is enough.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'll save my tears for my dvd.&lt;br /&gt;whn i watch all 20 episodes at a go and fantasize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=12&gt; SPECIAL &lt;br /&gt;THANKS&lt;br /&gt; TO &lt;br /&gt;MAY LIAU &lt;br /&gt;THE SEX&lt;br /&gt; SCENE FOR &lt;br /&gt;TELLING ME &lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THIS&lt;br /&gt; SHOW&lt;/FONT&gt; haha honestly we fantasized quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to reality,&lt;br /&gt;i haven't done any work AT ALL during the hols.&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;im a big time procrastinatorrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;and scroooooEET.&lt;br /&gt;ah wth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've realised that a lot of things around me have changed..&lt;br /&gt;the people especially.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if it's just ME OR WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to put it together&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how it started&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why it happened&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's going on anymore..&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll let go.&lt;br /&gt;there's no way i can do anything about it if i am not even given a chance to.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've tried enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHWELL.&lt;br /&gt;familyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;my mummy has like friends putting up at my place&lt;br /&gt;our place is alr so smalll...&lt;br /&gt;but oh well they're nice people so i guess it's okaaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;her friend's son is really annoying&lt;br /&gt;like hes only 1 year older than my sister?&lt;br /&gt;imagine what i have to go through everyday when they're at home&lt;br /&gt;raaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;so i always lock myself in the room.&lt;br /&gt;go to sleep only when they're asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nationals starting tmrw&lt;br /&gt;against Pasir Ris Crest!&lt;br /&gt;thn Yio Chu Kang and MGS.&lt;br /&gt;omaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be tough.&lt;br /&gt;ahah anyway i feel like ive gotten closer to the netballers..&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh and yes i'm so glad that i have him after going through so much.&lt;br /&gt;never expected it.. never&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha time flies.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for exams to be ovvvverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;oh shittt i think i better get my ass down to some serious work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-114291379849005333?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/114291379849005333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=114291379849005333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/114291379849005333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/114291379849005333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2006/03/21st-march.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-113801783008433428</id><published>2006-01-23T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T20:03:50.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;23rd jan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIS' THE SEASON TO BE JOLLY FALALALALALA LA LA LALA.&lt;br /&gt;omg this line has been like, stuck in my head since first block this morning.&lt;br /&gt;we had our first netball match of the year tday and im soooo glad we won.&lt;br /&gt;haha yay. next match against cedar's gonna be so much tougher. rawr. tday was damn freaking hot. started out like nice and cooling and cloudy thn i thought no need to put sunblock but the sun had to come out like.. whn we started our first quarter! you have no idea how much sunblock i applied aft that.. I DONT WANNA GET SKIN CANCER MAN HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH i PREDICT i'm gonna die.. of either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;diabetes&lt;/b&gt; - omg you have no idea how much tiff scares me all the time about eating too much campino and strawberry vitaC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kidney failure&lt;/b&gt; - i think my kidneys are weak. i dont know? ohgosh i dont wanna waste my money on kidney transplants,man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;car accident&lt;/b&gt; - i am trying to cut down on jaywalking alr :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SKIN cancer(most likely)  or any other forms of cancer&lt;/b&gt; - im getting A LOT of freckles here there everywhere and i get burnt so easily and badly. im not that healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;suicide/depression&lt;/b&gt; - oh i read somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whilst suicide tends to run in families, it is not hereditary.&lt;/em&gt; thank God. haha i am not making a joke outta it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brenda was damn poor thing aft the match. her tummyache! i had like diarrhea in schl lah tday. 4 timesss to the loooo and i felt so weak aft that. haha thn T.H.N was like saying what i passed it on to brenda NYENYEH. she IS irritating. other than just ANNOYING me, she 'instructs' my pe teacher to annoy me too.&lt;br /&gt;pe today was fun. tennis. though i cant hit the ball for Futs. BUT BUT BUT THATS CAUSE I MISSED THOSE TENNIS LESSONS ON THE BASICS OKAY hahah. and i'm NOT gonna elaborate man HAHAH. basically we were just chasing aft balls, but its not like we're that bad LAH. at least we managed to keep a short game going! ame amuses me with the way she catches the tennis balls. TIFF MAKES A GOOD TENNIS PLAYER I THINK ! -GASPS. YAYA RUNS AFTER MY BALLS HAHAHAHA AND I CANT SERVE FOR FUTS&lt;br /&gt;im just an ass who's full of shit bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-113801783008433428?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/113801783008433428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=113801783008433428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113801783008433428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113801783008433428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2006/01/23rd-jan.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-113748566243077525</id><published>2006-01-17T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:20:34.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;jan 17th.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden i feel like I HATE THIS BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;i think i do. but i don think you need to know that. &lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-113748566243077525?l=thedisturbed.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-7224360.post-113742504577379589</id><published>2006-01-16T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:20:12.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;16th jan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah cant believe i sprained my ankle just two weeks before the netball comp starts!&lt;br /&gt;im annoyed. &lt;br /&gt;i removed some of my previous entries...... rah. life really sucks ALMOST all the time except ...&lt;br /&gt;night im doing bio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-113742504577379589?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/113742504577379589/comments/default' title='Post 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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-7224360.post-113716082496854024</id><published>2006-01-13T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:28:21.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13th january&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tiger Lily"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we drive tonight,&lt;br /&gt;and you are by my side.&lt;br /&gt;We're talking about our lives,&lt;br /&gt;like we've known each other forever.&lt;br /&gt;the time flies by,&lt;br /&gt;with the sound of your voice.&lt;br /&gt;its close to paradise,&lt;br /&gt;with the end surely near.&lt;br /&gt;and if i could only stop the car&lt;br /&gt;and hold onto you,&lt;br /&gt;and never let go (and never let go)&lt;br /&gt;i'll never let go (i'll never let go)&lt;br /&gt;as we round the corner&lt;br /&gt;to your house&lt;br /&gt;you turned to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;"i'll be going through withdrawal of you &lt;br /&gt;for this one night we have spent"&lt;br /&gt;and, i want to speak these words&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i'll just bite my tongue,&lt;br /&gt;and accept "someday, somehow"&lt;br /&gt;as the words that we'll hang from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i (i..), i don't want to speak these words. &lt;br /&gt;'cause i ('cause i..), i don't want to make things any worse. &lt;br /&gt;and i (i..), i don't want to speak these words. &lt;br /&gt;'cause i, i don't want to make things any worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does tonight, have to end?&lt;br /&gt;why don't we hit restart,&lt;br /&gt;and pause it at our favorite parts.&lt;br /&gt;we'll skip the goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;if i had it my way,&lt;br /&gt;i'd turn the car around and runaway,&lt;br /&gt;just you and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i (i..), i don't want to speak these words.&lt;br /&gt;'cause i ('cause i..), i don't want to make things any worse. (any worse)&lt;br /&gt;and i (i..), i don't want to speak these words&lt;br /&gt;'cause i, i don't want to make things&lt;br /&gt;and i, i don't want to make things any worse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-113716082496854024?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/113716082496854024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=113716082496854024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113716082496854024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113716082496854024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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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-7224360.post-113618805088726191</id><published>2006-01-02T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:52:50.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2nd Jan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg school's reopening tmrw&lt;br /&gt;and i'm TOTALLY dreading it like crap&lt;br /&gt;soooo annoyingggggg our classroom's like gonna be on the 4th level,&lt;br /&gt;which means every grouchy morning will get worse and even grouchier and tiring aft climbing the bloody steps..&lt;br /&gt;rahhh&lt;br /&gt;anyway joseph woke me up with a call this morn&lt;br /&gt;asking me to go escape!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;okay actually a (tiny) part of me wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;but i just couldnt open my eyeeees and so i told him that ive not finished my hwk&lt;br /&gt;haha. it doesnt even matter.ytd i talked to him until 4 la&lt;br /&gt;and he woke up so early!!!&lt;br /&gt;okay fine not early.. it was 130 alr.&lt;br /&gt;uhmmmm rah anyway i think i have a mild case of mental problems.&lt;br /&gt;it's my dark secret.&lt;br /&gt;there, i told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling in love is like falling off a &lt;br /&gt;building it dosent hurt till the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-113618805088726191?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/113618805088726191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=113618805088726191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113618805088726191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113618805088726191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2006/01/2nd-jan-omg-schools-reopening-tmrw-and.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-113612770587744274</id><published>2006-01-01T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:01:45.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The only true painful good-byes are the &lt;br /&gt;ones that are never said and never &lt;br /&gt;explained.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-113612770587744274?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/113612770587744274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=113612770587744274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113612770587744274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113612770587744274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2006/01/only-true-painful-good-byes-are-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-113612762649241788</id><published>2006-01-01T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:00:26.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Love is when at 2:30 AM you wake up &lt;br /&gt;hoping that your dream was reality. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-113612762649241788?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/113612762649241788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=113612762649241788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113612762649241788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113612762649241788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2006/01/love-is-when-at-230-am-you-wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-113612480538851063</id><published>2006-01-01T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T22:17:01.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;JANUARY FIRST TWO THOUSAND AND SIX!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this from an email from jesu some time ago.. just saw it in my inbox so decided to share it :] touching..... my ass.&lt;br /&gt;just read :D hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain rich businessman had a beautiful daughter, who fell in love with a guy who works as a cleaner. When the girl's father came to know about their love, he did not like it at all, and so began to protest about it. Now it happened that the two lovers decided to leave their homes for a happy future. The girl's father started searching for the two lovers but could not find them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, he accepted their love and asked them to come back home in a local newspaper. Her father said "If you both come back I will&lt;br /&gt;allow you to marry the guy you love, I accept that you loved each other truly". So in this way, their love won and they returned homes. The couple went to town to shop for the wedding dress. He was dressed in white shirt that day. While he was crossing the road to the other side to get some drinks for his fiance, a car came and hit him and he died on the spot. The girl lost her senses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only after some times that she recovered from her shocked.&lt;br /&gt;The funeral and cremation was the very next day because he had died horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights later, the girl's mother had a dream in which she saw an old lady. The old lady asked her mother to wash the blood stains of the guy from her daughter's dress as soon as possible. But her mother ignored the dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night her father had the same dream, he also ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;Then when the girl had the same dream the next night, she woke up in fear and told her mother about the dream. Her mother asked her to wash the clothes which have blood stains immediately. She washed the stains but some remained. &lt;br /&gt;Next night she again had the same dream she again washed the stains but some still remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next night she again had the same dream and this time the old lady gave her a last warning to wash the blood stain, or else something terrible will happen. This time the girl tried her best to wash the stains, and the clothes nearly tore, but stains still remained. She was very tired. In the late evening the same day while she was alone at home, someone knocked the door. When she opened the door she saw the same old lady of her dream standing at her door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got very scared and fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady woke her up..., and gave her an blue object, which shocked the girl. She asked "What is this..? " The old lady replied... "Try Dynamo Liquid Soap... just a dab and it will remove all stubborn stains!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-113612480538851063?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/113612480538851063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=113612480538851063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113612480538851063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113612480538851063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2006/01/january-first-two-thousand-and-six-got.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-113602208045850709</id><published>2005-12-31T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T17:59:53.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DECEMBER 31ST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is so nice and sweet :]&lt;br /&gt;counting the stars - Waking Ashland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please tell me you're for real&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't want to bleed no more&lt;br /&gt;As the night fades away&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming of you&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you feel something&lt;br /&gt;Because what I feel is ecstacy &lt;br /&gt;Oh shame on you&lt;br /&gt;You cast your spell on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La da da da &lt;br /&gt;The stars align for you and I tonight&lt;br /&gt;La da da da &lt;br /&gt;I need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;La da da da &lt;br /&gt;The stars align for you and I tonight&lt;br /&gt;La da da da&lt;br /&gt;I'll take that as a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so unprepared&lt;br /&gt;But you don't seem to care&lt;br /&gt;I'm hardly a man&lt;br /&gt;But here I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what you see&lt;br /&gt;'cause what I am is disaster&lt;br /&gt;Spring you came so early&lt;br /&gt;Shine down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold on to me&lt;br /&gt;(caught up in the moment)&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't want to lose you&lt;br /&gt;(people think I'm crazy)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to become a memory&lt;br /&gt;(ring around the roses she has me blushing)&lt;br /&gt;So hold on to me&lt;br /&gt;You're a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;But I am still the same as yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you &lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-113591982135107639</id><published>2005-12-30T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T22:23:16.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>30th december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the worst day EVER&lt;br /&gt;fuck it man&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;jiayi like lost her phone&lt;br /&gt;i got screwed over the phone so many times&lt;br /&gt;IM SUPER WHINYYY AND ANNOYED NOW.&lt;br /&gt;but it couldnt have been worse than ytd.&lt;br /&gt;fuck fuck fuck yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;I WANNNA GOOOO ON SATURDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;KJASDGO&lt;br /&gt;I AM DAMN FUCKING ANNOYED FUCK FUCK FUCKRAJKHFSDKJGHSJK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway you should listen to &lt;B&gt;cross my heart by the rocket summers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sounds awful at first&lt;br /&gt;and also &lt;b&gt;if looks could kill by the heartwell ending&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-whineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-113591982135107639?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/113591982135107639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=113591982135107639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113591982135107639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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at the same time dreading it like f--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a super mugger next year,&lt;br /&gt;so those things that are gonna get in my way&lt;br /&gt;MOVE!&lt;br /&gt;okayfinei'mlying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still gonna attend parties next year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm already planning to go for one.&lt;br /&gt;27th January at DXO.&lt;br /&gt;okay okay okay party, here i come!:P&lt;br /&gt;but but but i will also work hard and transform into SuperMuggerGillian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus i'm gonna arrange my books right now,&lt;br /&gt;then maybe after that i'll start with the chemistry holiday hwork.&lt;br /&gt;rawwrrr.&lt;br /&gt;SO annoying.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't stand my layout already.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna change it first. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad i made a lot of new friends this hols, &lt;br /&gt;and grew closer to the netballers.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thankful for that :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=0.5&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll take care of you&lt;br /&gt;Have faith that when you call my name&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right there&lt;br /&gt;So keep breathing on&lt;br /&gt;Keep that sweet heart of yours beating&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right there&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/7224360-113569570974155117?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/113569570974155117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=113569570974155117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113569570974155117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I'LL MISS&lt;br /&gt;BERNARD JOSEPH YIWAN MICHELLE EVELYN JASONKOH HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;JASONWONG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;KAILING RIDZWANNNNN CHUN HIAN!!!! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;I THINK IM GNG CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW IVE NOT ENOUGH SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I ONLY SLEPT AT 7AM THIS MORNING&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=10&gt; HAPPY XMAS AND A MERRY NEW YR EVERYONEEEEE &lt;/FONT&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-113540165232440389?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/113540165232440389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=113540165232440389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113540165232440389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the bed&lt;br /&gt;I won't turn out the lights&lt;br /&gt;Just don't forget to think about me&lt;br /&gt;And I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;"I'll write you once a week," she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel the same&lt;br /&gt;To fall in love or break it off?&lt;br /&gt;And if a young love is just a game&lt;br /&gt;Then I must have missed the kick-off&lt;br /&gt;Don't depend on me&lt;br /&gt;To ever follow through on anything but&lt;br /&gt;I'd go through Hell for you and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been this scared, in a long time&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so unprepared&lt;br /&gt;So here's your Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Bouquet of clumsy words&lt;br /&gt;A simple melody&lt;br /&gt;This world's an ugly place&lt;br /&gt;But you're so beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the times&lt;br /&gt;She kissed me after class and&lt;br /&gt;She put up with my friends&lt;br /&gt;I acted like an ass&lt;br /&gt;I ditched my lecture&lt;br /&gt;To watch the girls play soccer&lt;br /&gt;Is my picture&lt;br /&gt;Still hanging in her locker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been this scared&lt;br /&gt;In a long time&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so unprepared&lt;br /&gt;So here's your Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Bouquet of clumsy words&lt;br /&gt;A simple melody&lt;br /&gt;This world's an ugly place&lt;br /&gt;But you're so beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been this scared&lt;br /&gt;In a long time&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so unprepared&lt;br /&gt;So here's your Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Bouquet of clumsy words&lt;br /&gt;A simple melody&lt;br /&gt;This world's an ugly place&lt;br /&gt;But you're so beautiful.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-113525053133914972?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/113525053133914972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>dec 15th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random facts about MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;strong&gt;totally totally toTALLY in love&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;U&gt;fruit tree fresh mango with nata de coco&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent gotten a bloody Q since last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;i like prettyy jap boys.&lt;br /&gt;i like guys with lip piercing.&lt;br /&gt;i like sambal stingray!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the last(first) time i drank i developed rashes.&lt;br /&gt;i am gullible.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish my mama was still alive.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel lucky to have a stepmother.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i laugh to myself.&lt;br /&gt;i like to bite people. hard.&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling very itchy right now.&lt;br /&gt;i want 19th and 21st dec to come.&lt;br /&gt;i want to work hard for nexxt yr yay&lt;br /&gt;i want to be madly in love with someone haha&lt;br /&gt;i want to get a gpa of at least 3.4 next yr :sometimes i wish i was anorexic&lt;br /&gt;i finally learnt how to fold paper hearts&lt;br /&gt;i like the smell of flour with butter and like to eat it, unbaked.&lt;br /&gt;i like to cut my nails&lt;br /&gt;ive seen condoms which belong to ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;i think my sister is a smart ass but i hate to say it :P&lt;br /&gt;haiya i want to eat cake now bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-113466140862702749?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/113466140862702749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=113466140862702749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113466140862702749'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhhh ims o bored.&lt;br /&gt;shouldve gone to work tday.&lt;br /&gt;but thn again i'd prob scratch the hell outta myself if i went.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;btw im feeling itchy all over cause ive developed rashes..&lt;br /&gt;from hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;its the dumbest thing ever so im not gonna say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i slept over at jiayi's place on sunday night cause&lt;br /&gt;we did smth wrong (had sex?).&lt;br /&gt;thn whn i woke up i realised i had rashes all over (STD??)&lt;br /&gt;hahah actually i plannned to go to the doctor alr &lt;br /&gt;for my cough..&lt;br /&gt;but i was damn lazy.&lt;br /&gt;thn this STD came.&lt;br /&gt;so i had to go LORRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;aft that jiayi followed me home&lt;br /&gt;changed showered and went out to bugis.&lt;br /&gt;i spent a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;rah.&lt;br /&gt;jia yi spent a lot too hhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;its quite fun shopping with her.&lt;br /&gt;cause we always do the finger thing&lt;br /&gt;and ask each other to pick oneeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me just summarize evrything i did this holiday :]&lt;br /&gt;(in no special order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. gained wt and lost wt&lt;br /&gt;2. netball training&lt;br /&gt;3. found a job which im planning to quit soon (ive devised a great plan to quit :])&lt;br /&gt;4. went clubbing for the first time omy! and still counting...........&lt;br /&gt;5. coughed&lt;br /&gt;6. broke jiayi's phone's voodoo doll's leg :]&lt;br /&gt;7. bought a damn voodoo doll and hung it on my phone haha&lt;br /&gt;8. drop my NANO&lt;br /&gt;9. bought bubble gum from malaysia&lt;br /&gt;10. bonded with carmen elaine jia yi nats kai qi and xinlei, but somehow talked less to ame gnia siewsiew yaya zhen teeeef&lt;br /&gt;11. made new friends :D&lt;br /&gt;12. developed rashes&lt;br /&gt;13. bought nice charm bracelets &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;14. bought a pair of jeans&lt;br /&gt;15. told lies&lt;br /&gt;16. changed shampoo to LOREAL antifrizz. nice smelling &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;17. still thinking of the cranberry lotion from Body Shop &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;18. bought xmas cards which im too lazy to write&lt;br /&gt;19. planning to buy xmas gifts for a few ppl only.. ):&lt;br /&gt;20. planning to seellll things on xmas so i can earn more money yay&lt;br /&gt;21. win joseph in pool!&lt;br /&gt;22. bite jiayi&lt;br /&gt;23. tease elaine about PADS (pun intended, elaine) &lt;br /&gt;24. planned to get a lip piercing with gnia but most prob will not cause of my braces ):&lt;br /&gt;25. navel piercing!&lt;br /&gt;26. my mummy got a tattoo on her tummy! kickass mummy!&lt;br /&gt;27. haven't started on rs&lt;br /&gt;28. learn the art of hair waxing&lt;br /&gt;29. do my first manicure/pedicure :p&lt;br /&gt;30. MAKE MORE NEW FRIENDS MERRY XMAS! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-113447671757299023?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/113447671757299023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=113447671757299023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113447671757299023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113447671757299023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/12/13th-december-time-goes-by-soo.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-113163861293962289</id><published>2005-11-10T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T00:03:33.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10th nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mosquitoes at home are such dickheads&lt;br /&gt;of all places they have to bite the tip of my toe?&lt;br /&gt;and my sole?! arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and these areas&lt;br /&gt;are usually terribly horribly itchy and unscratchable.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;im so sleepy and whiny&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a life i have no life&lt;br /&gt;currently, my life revolves around trng,&lt;br /&gt;trying to finish this book (okay you got it its a thrashy novel, those who saw me reading weren't surprised at all :P), dance classes, and errr my bed and blanket.&lt;br /&gt;oh i love the smell of my blanket&lt;br /&gt;i know it sounds gross but i dont really give a shit&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh love it.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling all jellyishhh now.&lt;br /&gt;had trng in the morning haha&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty funnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;cause it wasnt hell&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch with dad&lt;br /&gt;dragged me to eat curry fishead..&lt;br /&gt;aft that rushed home showered and went to mandarin hotel&lt;br /&gt;did the photoshoot&lt;br /&gt;omg the makeup was so thick&lt;br /&gt;and disgusting that made me look like a bloody geylang prostitute&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe not that bad&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i hated it, kinda&lt;br /&gt;and you wont believe how much concealer she used on this&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY HUGE PIMPLE THAT POPPED UP JUST YTD!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;so annoying&lt;br /&gt;okay thn went to collect my track pants&lt;br /&gt;.. thn came home AND READ MY STORYBOOK HAHA&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;woke up&lt;br /&gt;went uan&lt;br /&gt;for dance&lt;br /&gt; hahah met addieeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh my exschlmate since p1&lt;br /&gt;anyway, dance was fun&lt;br /&gt;made new friends&lt;br /&gt;and learnt new things&lt;br /&gt;okay life kinda seems meaningful&lt;br /&gt;thats cause i dont have to study&lt;br /&gt;and i just have fun&lt;br /&gt;that night i was just thinking&lt;br /&gt;if i were to die (say, commit suicide)&lt;br /&gt;i will kill those i hate before&lt;br /&gt;dying&lt;br /&gt;haha so rollyoureyesatme-able right.&lt;br /&gt;rah wth&lt;br /&gt;and i think that thought led me to a fucking nightmare&lt;br /&gt;ITS LIKE SICK.&lt;br /&gt;i always have nightmares&lt;br /&gt;probably i can have a weekly section&lt;br /&gt;on my blog about my nightmares/weird dreams.. etc&lt;br /&gt;so interesting :)&lt;br /&gt;but i was just thinking of closing down my blog so whtever&lt;br /&gt;yeah back to the dream&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that i killed my cousin&lt;br /&gt;and guess who was my accomplice?&lt;br /&gt;MY DAD.&lt;br /&gt;he actually persuaded me into killing.&lt;br /&gt;okay wait thats not the best part&lt;br /&gt;aft killing my cousin&lt;br /&gt;i made her into a BIG TIN OF BROWNIES,&lt;br /&gt;and they were soggy cause of her blood.&lt;br /&gt;hah i am such a saddist.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think i gave those brownies to like&lt;br /&gt;aunties.&lt;br /&gt;thhey actually said it was nice but it was too soggy&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. &lt;br /&gt;and while my dad and i were making the brownies&lt;br /&gt;in the FOREST?! we were caught by a tribe...&lt;br /&gt;its so ridiculous right.&lt;br /&gt;they were dancing at the water fall.&lt;br /&gt;thn they heard us.&lt;br /&gt;so they peeked.&lt;br /&gt;thn my dad and i got caught in the end cuase&lt;br /&gt;the tribe ppl went to report us?&lt;br /&gt;haha and thn while i was running away from the police&lt;br /&gt;i got shot twice on my back!&lt;br /&gt;thn whn iw as about to die&lt;br /&gt;i was sent to this weird hospital&lt;br /&gt;OMG IT WAS DAMN WEIRD&lt;br /&gt;it had like a wooden lift&lt;br /&gt;which transported me straight to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;aiya dont know hw to say lah&lt;br /&gt;thn anyway i really thought i was gona die&lt;br /&gt; ithink i was smiling before i died&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and thn i actually lied on the doctor's table&lt;br /&gt;to let her check me&lt;br /&gt;thn the nurse like asked me to get onto the bed instead..&lt;br /&gt;THN I WOKE UP.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i was supposed to go to jail aft i recovered?&lt;br /&gt;thn i was damn scared for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;i think i almost cried&lt;br /&gt;but i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;yay end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-113163861293962289?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/113163861293962289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=113163861293962289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113163861293962289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113163861293962289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/11/10th-nov.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-113051733705851601</id><published>2005-10-29T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T01:23:29.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;29th october!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2357/434/1600/diiiiiick.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2357/434/320/diiiiiick.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey you, young love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't let them cut out your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;swallow the key to your heart and smile through your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm yes thats a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate damn a lot today.&lt;br /&gt;my maid fried meatballs!!!!! &lt;333333&lt;br /&gt;i cldn resist myself&lt;br /&gt;so i ate a lot, of meatballs. and vegetables&lt;br /&gt;lah i ate cheeese i ate err tau sar pia&lt;br /&gt;hahah tau sar pia hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;thn i ate two eggs&lt;br /&gt;i ateeeeeeeeeeeeeeee err cant rmb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get tired easily&lt;br /&gt;i am tired from blogging those few lines&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;school wasnt even school lah&lt;br /&gt;didnt even study&lt;br /&gt;aft helping out for sec 1 nball carn&lt;br /&gt;we dcided to skip the jazz workshop&lt;br /&gt;and just went for the film. and know what we watched?!&lt;br /&gt;garfield ._.&lt;br /&gt;i was like slping doh&lt;br /&gt;owww you know ive an ingrown fingernail and toe nail&lt;br /&gt;thus you and i can conclude that i cant cut nails for nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway sec 1 nball carn&lt;br /&gt;i was in charge of shooting comp lah&lt;br /&gt;like wth i didnt know how to dooooooo and screwed it for the first two clases hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;mrs linda lim was like damn nice about it. made me feel even worse.&lt;br /&gt;thn came ms hai nee.&lt;br /&gt;aiya i also dont feel like talking abt it i feel so embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;and that mr ong keeps suaning me for nuts&lt;br /&gt;its quite funny but irritating!!&lt;br /&gt;i like nball carnivals cause i get to drink free cold milo&lt;br /&gt;also cause i get to sit at my "seat of power" quotes silei&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i loooove helping out at the scoring table&lt;br /&gt;cause its so simple and slack! :)&lt;br /&gt;and silei will calculate so fast&lt;br /&gt;thn i can challenge myself also |:&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;wah my ingrown fingernail very pain i dont wanna blog alr&lt;br /&gt;NIKEEEE TRNG WAS OKAAAAAY :D&lt;br /&gt;ITS NIKE FUN DAY TMRW&lt;br /&gt;vivien said "see slope run slope see stairs run stairs..etc"!&lt;br /&gt;my ingrown toenaaaaaaail will kill me&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;B&gt;EDIT&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i cant believe i forgot to blog about this&lt;br /&gt;today smth kinda pissed me off&lt;br /&gt;i was watching MILLION DOLLAR MURDER on starmovies today&lt;br /&gt;its based on a true story about this rich dude&lt;br /&gt;who got murdered&lt;br /&gt;and the prime suspects were his wife and her lover.&lt;br /&gt;they started off very sweet (sooo typical)&lt;br /&gt;thn the woman actually had a bit of mental illness&lt;br /&gt;so in the end she separated with her husband&lt;br /&gt;and brought her two kids&lt;br /&gt;and had an electrician as her new lover&lt;br /&gt;and yeah she extorted the rich dude of his money&lt;br /&gt;but he really loved her&lt;br /&gt;im bad at telling 'stories' aint i&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;WELL ANYWAY MY POINT IS&lt;br /&gt;THE WHOLE MOVIE WAS TO FIND OUT WHO THE DAMN MURDERER WAS&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY ONLY REVEALED IT DURING THE LAST 5 MIN OF THE MOVIE&lt;br /&gt;AND IT SO HAPPENED THAT I HAD STOMACHE DURING THE LAST 5 MIN OF THE MOVIE&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOO WHN I CAME OUT OF THE TOILET THE MOVIE HAD ALREADY ENDED&lt;br /&gt;SO I WATCHED THE WHOLE MOVIE&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT FINDING OUT THE MOST IMPT DETAIL ._.&lt;br /&gt;i got so pissed i was screaming like hell&lt;br /&gt;but the gd thing was that my maid watched the last part&lt;br /&gt;AND TOLD ME THE LOVER KILLED THE RICH DUDE YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-113051733705851601?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/113051733705851601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=113051733705851601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113051733705851601'/><link 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rots&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE HE KEEPS SHOWING ME DISGUSTING EMOTICONS.&lt;br /&gt;stupid assssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;but i have decided to lift the curse cause&lt;br /&gt;he has promised never to do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway nothing can be worse than tday&lt;br /&gt;my results are so depreeeeeessssssssing&lt;br /&gt;i mean like i was hoping my eoys would pull up my midsem's marks&lt;br /&gt;but instead im like hoping my midsem's marks can pull up my eoys marks!!!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i failed chem by one (Fucking) mark&lt;br /&gt;i just passed math (i have tuition for goodness sake!)&lt;br /&gt;i passed physics&lt;br /&gt;i just passed history (i seriously thought i was gonna get a single digit, upon 30)&lt;br /&gt;rah rah rah rah rah&lt;br /&gt;now i dont know what to tell my dad&lt;br /&gt;im tryin to avoid him&lt;br /&gt;but hes gonna fetch me t schl tmrw morning&lt;br /&gt;and hes gonna see me&lt;br /&gt;and hes gonna talk to me&lt;br /&gt;which means hes gonna ask me&lt;br /&gt;which means i dont know how to answer&lt;br /&gt;which means hes gonna get disappointed&lt;br /&gt;which means I CANT TELL HIM!&lt;br /&gt;WHICH MEANS I HAVE TO AVOID HIMMMMMMMMM AND PRETEND TO SLP IN THE CAR! okay i will slp.&lt;br /&gt;well anyway aft schl went to get black pants&lt;br /&gt;ame got a gay peeenk sweatpants&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY IM LOSING CONCENTRATION&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I'LL STOP BLOGGING &lt;br /&gt;MY NAILS HURT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MOOD IS SO BLOOOOOOOOOOODY ANNNNNNNOYING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-113042742816133965?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/113042742816133965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>october 26th ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM DAMN FUCKING SAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-113032813600390931?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/113032813600390931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=113032813600390931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113032813600390931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/113032813600390931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/10/october-26th-i-am-damn-fucking-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-112931315288771396</id><published>2005-10-15T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T02:05:52.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>15th october.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;give them hell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know why im even in this world when i know im going to die anytime&lt;br /&gt;dont know why im even studying when i know im going to die&lt;br /&gt;dont know why i even bother hiding&lt;br /&gt;dont know why this is happening to me&lt;br /&gt;dont know why things are like that&lt;br /&gt;dont know why im even thinking about this&lt;br /&gt;i swear i do treasure &lt;b&gt;things&lt;/b&gt; in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112931315288771396?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/112931315288771396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=112931315288771396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112931315288771396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112931315288771396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/10/15th-october.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-112859424335165823</id><published>2005-10-06T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T18:24:03.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>octoBERRRRRR daaaaaaa sixth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;immobilized by the thought of you&lt;br /&gt;paralyzed by the sight of you&lt;br /&gt;hypnotized by the words you say&lt;br /&gt;not true but I believe them anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arhhh. everyone's exams are ending this week.&lt;br /&gt;but ours haven even started!&lt;br /&gt;i hope i wont screw it up&lt;br /&gt;like how ive scewed some things up&lt;br /&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;anyway i brought peanuts to school today&lt;br /&gt;i cracked all of em myself!&lt;br /&gt;and evveryone around me LIKED THE PEANUTS&lt;br /&gt;bet its cause i cracked them :D&lt;br /&gt;now i have a fetish for cracking peanuts&lt;br /&gt;and im so pissed off with the stupid ulcer on my tongue!&lt;br /&gt;like wth i had to stupid-ly bite the side of my tongue when i sneezed&lt;br /&gt;so sickening cant stand it cant stand it cant stnad it.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the relief chi tchr&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE SHE HATES ME TOO&lt;br /&gt;IRRITATING TCHR WHO KEEPS CALLING ME HONG HONG&lt;br /&gt;AND THINKS ITS FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;she thinks im a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;she thinks amelene erm.. &lt;em&gt;touches herself (masturbate?)&lt;/em&gt; in class :D&lt;br /&gt;she loves nicole the prefect.&lt;br /&gt;she loves tiffany! (SHE GAVE HER AN EIGHTEEN UPON 20 FOR LETTER WRITING WHILE I GOT 10 UPON 20 AND I USUALLY GET HIGHER THAN TEEEEEEEF OMG WHADDAN ASS TCHR! anyway i rmb all of us were cursing the tchr while tryna write the letter, look whose fault:))&lt;br /&gt;okay i hate the teacher&lt;br /&gt;but i do pity her.&lt;br /&gt;THATS WHY I BOTHERED TO KEEP THE SMALL BOOK SHE GOT FRM THE TEMPLE.&lt;br /&gt;arh. i hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay i am FINALLY buying my nike shoes on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;finally finally and i wont have to wear soleless and squeaky shoes anym!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112859424335165823?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/112859424335165823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>"I Won't See You Tonight Part 1" a7x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cry alone, I've gone away&lt;br /&gt;No more nights, no more pain&lt;br /&gt;I've gone alone, took all my strength&lt;br /&gt;I've made the change,&lt;br /&gt;I won't see you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow, sank deep inside my blood&lt;br /&gt;All the ones around me&lt;br /&gt;I cared for and loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;A place so dark, so cold, I had to set me free&lt;br /&gt;Don't mourn for me, &lt;br /&gt;You're not the one to place the blame&lt;br /&gt;As bottles call my name I won't see you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow sank deep inside my blood &lt;br /&gt;All the ones around me&lt;br /&gt;I cared for and most of all I loved&lt;br /&gt;But I can't see myself that way&lt;br /&gt;Please don't forget me or cry while I'm away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away, I'm gone. &lt;br /&gt;Please don't follow me tonight&lt;br /&gt;An while I'm gone everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more breath inside&lt;br /&gt;Essence left my heart tonight&lt;br /&gt;No more breath inside&lt;br /&gt;Essence left my heart tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is so fucking depressing and freaks the hell outta me.&lt;br /&gt;and its 8minutes long mind you, but i like it):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112824176607093867?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/112824176607093867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=112824176607093867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112824176607093867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112824176607093867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-wont-see-you-tonight-part-1-a7x-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-112809247048577835</id><published>2005-09-30T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T23:02:16.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=black&gt;life has been so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;well at least mine is.&lt;br /&gt;dont even know who to trust anymore&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112809247048577835?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/112809247048577835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=112809247048577835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112809247048577835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112809247048577835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-has-been-so-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-112791667893615166</id><published>2005-09-28T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:11:18.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SEPTEMBER 28TH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex is a sensation,&lt;br /&gt;caused by a temptation,&lt;br /&gt;a guy sticks his location,&lt;br /&gt;in a girls destination,&lt;br /&gt;to increase population,&lt;br /&gt;for the next generation, &lt;br /&gt;do u get my explanation,&lt;br /&gt;or do u need a demonstration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O I FEEL HORNY &lt;br /&gt;NEEENEEENEEEE&lt;br /&gt;(.\/.)&lt;br /&gt;wheres angel!!!&lt;br /&gt;ALL FIFI'S FAULT&lt;br /&gt;damn history essay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112791667893615166?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/112791667893615166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=112791667893615166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112791667893615166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112791667893615166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/09/september-28th-sex-is-sensation-caused.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-112765095518857515</id><published>2005-09-25T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:22:35.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What is your name? &lt;/strong&gt; Gillian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where were you born?&lt;/strong&gt; here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you live now?&lt;/strong&gt; here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color eyes do you have? &lt;/strong&gt; brown not exactly dark not exactly light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color hair do you have?&lt;/strong&gt; dark brown? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How tall are you?&lt;/strong&gt; taller/shorter than you ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your worst fear? &lt;/strong&gt; nightmares that come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you smoke?&lt;/strong&gt; n-o. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you drink?&lt;/strong&gt; n-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you cuss?&lt;/strong&gt; lets just say. whn i have/want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you use drugs?&lt;/strong&gt; n-oooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever or will you ever steal? &lt;/strong&gt;yes/yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you dependable and/or trustworthy?&lt;/strong&gt; yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you play in a band or play an instrument?&lt;/strong&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have any tattoos and/or piercings?&lt;/strong&gt; piercings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you suffer from depression disorder?&lt;/strong&gt; soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you had a choice about how you wanted to die what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt; suicide; and i think slitting wrists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever tried to commit suicide?&lt;/strong&gt; .. no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you evil?&lt;/strong&gt; maybe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you ever get jealous of somebody else?&lt;/strong&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you take your anger out on other people?&lt;/strong&gt; yes  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you blame other people for your mistakes?&lt;/strong&gt; no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite game?&lt;/strong&gt; maybe in time to come, sex! HA. okay fine i was kidding (who knows!) freecell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite movie?&lt;/strong&gt; dont bother ranking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your favorite band?&lt;/strong&gt; TBS and.. yeah some other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite song?&lt;/strong&gt;  one of these. ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of books and/or magazines do you read?&lt;/strong&gt; cheeeekfleeeeekzzz. stupid lame magazines like seventeens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite color?&lt;/strong&gt; think PINK red black silver green orange purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite food?&lt;/strong&gt; everything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite drink?&lt;/strong&gt; dont know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you masturbate?&lt;/strong&gt; no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like meeting new people?&lt;/strong&gt; I THINK SO, yes im friendly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you like most about life?&lt;/strong&gt; nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you dislike most about life?&lt;/strong&gt; everything especially hypocrites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you believe in love at first fright?&lt;/strong&gt; yeah think so haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever pierced a body part yourself?&lt;/strong&gt; no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you been to jail, yet?&lt;/strong&gt; no never,man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been kicked out of your parents house?&lt;/strong&gt; almost &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been fired from your job because of your attitude?&lt;/strong&gt; nooooo dont even have a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112765095518857515?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/112765095518857515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=112765095518857515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112765095518857515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112765095518857515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-is-your-name-gillian-where-were.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-112720705313702776</id><published>2005-09-20T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T17:04:13.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sept 20th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can we find ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in our own private hells&lt;br /&gt;Where we just scream but no one can hear&lt;br /&gt;'X' marks the spot where the dig begins&lt;br /&gt;The treasure is found within&lt;br /&gt;The broken hearts that are soaked with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be at one with all your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha mtv whateevr things is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;big black cock and the stupid bride.&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;im blogging again cause my hair has grown,&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm depressed cause i have yet to think of crazy things to take part in the whatever contest to win so that ame and i can fly over to new york and co-host with EDISON CHEN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm depressed cause i have not taken my afternoon nap.&lt;br /&gt;i'm annoyed cause im not done with my philo journal, physics pt and chinese zuo wen and research studies.&lt;br /&gt;i'm depressed cause of trivia things in life.&lt;br /&gt;i'm lifeless cause im blogging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112720705313702776?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/112720705313702776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=112720705313702776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112720705313702776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112720705313702776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/09/sept-20th-so-how-can-we-find-ourselves.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-112696618284242987</id><published>2005-09-17T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T22:11:37.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sept 17th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rah it just gets worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't forget the day that&lt;br /&gt;that I came to&lt;br /&gt;and I started thinking&lt;br /&gt;that there is more&lt;br /&gt;than just perfect prom queens, and silver spoons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;was someone to knock me back to the bliss of ignorance&lt;br /&gt;cause I feel like running head first into traffic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Im here to say..&lt;br /&gt;that thoughts in bed with pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget the day that&lt;br /&gt;that I found god..&lt;br /&gt;in a kitchen knife now, and on my arm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so paint the pale white floor with&lt;br /&gt;with my red life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that this pain is&lt;br /&gt;the pain I love&lt;br /&gt;as i swallow the pills of happiness&lt;br /&gt;and you watch me fall like New York in an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so im here to say&lt;br /&gt;that thoughts in bed with pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand outside, my pretty house&lt;br /&gt;I light a match, to start the fire..&lt;br /&gt;I called the cops, to let em' know&lt;br /&gt;its 22 walthery Ave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, I wanted this...&lt;br /&gt;I thought, I wanted this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im here to say&lt;br /&gt;I said I wanted, some more attention..&lt;br /&gt;I thought I wanted, a story ending..&lt;br /&gt;I just can't win...&lt;br /&gt;I think that the truth is Im scared..&lt;br /&gt;I think that Im just scared to live&lt;br /&gt;I think that the truth is&lt;br /&gt;Im everything that I hate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112696618284242987?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/112696618284242987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=112696618284242987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112696618284242987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112696618284242987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/09/sept-17th-rah-it-just-gets-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-112687626339723490</id><published>2005-09-16T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T21:11:03.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sept 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so glad that physics and ss tests are finally over.&lt;br /&gt;and thn theres still philoooo and physics performance task&lt;br /&gt;i swear school is crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I THINK KAHLEN'S SO PRETTTYYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://us.ent4.yimg.com/tv.yahoo.com/images/he/photo/tv_pix/upn/america_s_next_top_model_4/gallery_kahlen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY OKAY PRETTY PRETTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so sleepy where is dadddyyy.&lt;br /&gt;hes not picking up my call which means hes not picking me up from ameeeeees house which means i am gonna be kidnapped by ame which means i cant go home which means i cant sleep which means im gonna have black eyes which means im gonna get depressed which means im gonna get fucked up and fucked up and fucked up and fucked up.zzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay ame's gonna straighten my hair while i blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ss was fucking screwed at the end cause i needed to pee so urgently while i was only at my third point. irritating, i was hoping that the paper would end quickly so i could empty my bloody bladder. but thn i wasnt done with my paper so i was hoping the paper wouldnt end so soon. raaah so i ended up with a fucked up conclusion yay my entry is full of profanities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yay my hair's straight, almost done :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah then aft schooool shiya ame and i took bus to toa payoh. hahaha ate mos burger and made friends with the FLY and got high. cause i bought a packet of 1dollar mint plus from the value shop. haha shiya was being crappy as usual. aft lunch went INSTITUTE OF MENTAL HEALTH IMH OKAAAY. even the cab driver asaid the abbreviation was very.. high class. and we lied to him that we were visiting a friend. thn we told him we were kidding. then we told him again that we were gonna go there to do voluntary work, like changing bedsheets.&lt;br /&gt;THN WE TOLD HIM WE WERE KIDDING CAUSE WE DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;rah.&lt;br /&gt;hahah anyway we went there to take ppl's heart rate.&lt;br /&gt;as in not thosee people living there but the staff&lt;br /&gt;hahah 30bucks for like less than 3 hours ):&lt;br /&gt;okay okay im gonna play jenga? with ame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH YEAH IM DONE STRAIGHTENING MY HAIR CAUSE&lt;br /&gt;sept 12th super super bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;sept 13th super bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;sept 14th very bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;sept 15th. pretty bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;sept 16th bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;tmrw will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;till then, im gonna blog when my hair grows longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112687626339723490?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/112687626339723490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=112687626339723490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112687626339723490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112687626339723490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/09/sept-16th.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-112642579229936735</id><published>2005-09-11T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T16:05:09.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sept 11th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, kinda surprised that people still read this thingggg.&lt;br /&gt;SO YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;MARQUEE&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=500&gt;HAPPY 15TH BELATED BIRTHDAY DEEE DEEEEEEE :D JUST ONE MORE YEAR TO LEGAL SEX AGEEEE!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/MARQUEE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s are you reading this, dee? :D&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-112608340835328353</id><published>2005-09-07T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T16:56:48.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sept 7th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pmsing pmsing pmsinggggggggggggggggggzzzzz..&lt;br /&gt;rahhhhhhhh piss off buggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;i hate vf ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112608340835328353?l=thedisturbed.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-7224360.post-112602086930844462</id><published>2005-09-06T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:34:29.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sept 6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA IM GAY,&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT INTO ZOUK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112602086930844462?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/112602086930844462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=112602086930844462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112602086930844462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112602086930844462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/09/sept-6th.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-112582769177538569</id><published>2005-09-04T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T17:54:51.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>september 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just added a new post to my hate blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda sleepy right now.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like eating tuna fish.&lt;br /&gt;cause sunday's a good day to eat tuna fish.&lt;br /&gt;zhens ditching me on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're catching the penguin thing tmrw..!&lt;br /&gt;rah dont know what im doing here i shall bug off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh yeah ame msged me this morning and told me that she beat my high score for gem game!!!!&lt;br /&gt;BUT ITS OKAY CAUSE I BEAT IT AGAIN JUST NOW. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for her msg to tell me that she has beaten my top score again, i shall go practise :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112582769177538569?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/112582769177538569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=112582769177538569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112582769177538569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112582769177538569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/09/september-4th.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-112575234322972577</id><published>2005-09-03T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T21:14:39.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd Sept 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAOOOOOW.&lt;br /&gt;im damn bloody annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;my house is so noisyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like listening to my songs on the computer and thn in the background theres like "MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB" ITS DAMN ANNOYING. THN MY MAID IS WATCHING TV.&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a nightmare again last night!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that there were bombs,&lt;br /&gt;at esplanade!&lt;br /&gt;and i was like.. trying out green clothes in esplanade?&lt;br /&gt;with i cant rmb who. and thn we were suddenly told to evacuate the place.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;thn a lot of ppl got outta esplanade but just stood right outside esplanade?!&lt;br /&gt;so whn it exploded all of them got killed.&lt;br /&gt;and there were those who didnt evacuate in time. they died too.&lt;br /&gt;BUT.i managed to escape in time! SOMEHOW I WAS THE ONLY ONE who ran to the building nxt to esplanade. and whn it exploded i didnt get killed? oh wait. ir mb. there was a security guard in the building i ran to!! he was like sitting down and eating at the table.&lt;br /&gt;thn anyway, i was like barefooted.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know how come there were a lot of shattered glass pieces everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;so as i was running i got cut and i started bleeding thn i cant rmb what happened aft that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nightmare the night before ytd had smth to do with a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;cant exactly rmb.. can only rmb that the ghost's face was like.. imprinted on my sofa..&lt;br /&gt;thn i quickly went to bed to slp cause i was so scared.&lt;br /&gt;thn i needed to pee. so i jumped off my DOUBLEDECKER BED and i wasnt hurt at all?&lt;br /&gt;the good thing about dreams is that you dont feel the pain, like whn i got cut by the shattered pieces of glass. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, aft i jumpedd off my bed i felt so scared, i had goosebumps. and i think they were real!&lt;br /&gt;yah thn i went to the toilet.. switched on the light, saw a fucking hand stick outta the toilet and waved to me and called my name. i started screaming and SWITCHED OFF THE LIGHT AND WENT BACK TO BED. THN POOF I WOKE UP IT WAS 533AM IN THE MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nxt time i woke up was at 658am. i was so bloody flustered but i wasnt late for schl. cause i took a cab, and mind you the cab fare was $6.20!!!!!! rah. i hate schl. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prase the Lord, school's out! :)&lt;br /&gt;went ame's house aft schl on friday.&lt;br /&gt;caught love actually.&lt;br /&gt;i think hugh grant is soo.... i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;i have a THING for him, k fine not tHING THING.&lt;br /&gt;hes one of my favourite actors lah. haha and yes the boy is cute lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH cant wait for wicker park on star movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we've printed (FINALLY!) our RS survey..&lt;br /&gt;on body modification.&lt;br /&gt;those who have piercings and/or tatoos please help to do thank you very much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha i downloaded a game on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;gem game 0o&lt;br /&gt;haha i was trying so hard to beat ame's top score!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND I DID. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oh and pixie is really cute. she likes to lick my hair and i like to touch her ears.&lt;br /&gt;fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;bye :)&lt;br /&gt;and i still wanna go out with siew.&lt;br /&gt;haha cant wait to go 'sweet'&lt;br /&gt;MY SISTER IS STILL LISTENING TO MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB ARGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112575234322972577?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/112575234322972577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=112575234322972577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112575234322972577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112575234322972577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/09/3rd-sept-2005-raooooow.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-112464557714175884</id><published>2005-08-22T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T01:32:57.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHH NOOOOZ. change of role!&lt;br /&gt;im the condom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112464557714175884?l=thedisturbed.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-7224360.post-112464550828023230</id><published>2005-08-22T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T01:31:48.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;220805&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hello :)&lt;br /&gt;im like, motivated to blog aft reading gnia's SOOOCALLEDPRIVATE blog and profile.&lt;br /&gt;motivated to blog, just so to show her that her bestie's so so so much more innocent and less bitchy than her :)&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway no one said being bitchy was a bad thing&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. no school tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;wth man ive been trying to mug for the whole day tday.&lt;br /&gt;BUT i only ended up studying less than one chapter of bio.&lt;br /&gt;and i have like 4more big chapters to go.&lt;br /&gt;oh this is so sad ):&lt;br /&gt;im so screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah anyway i think making new friends is so fun.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i am so in love with singing westlife songz.&lt;br /&gt;sooo in love.&lt;br /&gt;okay i think im going to be gnia's porn movie's director, ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112464550828023230?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/112464550828023230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=112464550828023230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112464550828023230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112464550828023230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/08/220805-oh-hello-im-like-motivated-to.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-112401465339157629</id><published>2005-08-14T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T18:17:33.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14th AUGUST 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuwen is right, i should blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your lungs have failed and they both stopped breathing&lt;br /&gt;my heart is dead and its way past beating&lt;br /&gt;something has gone terribly wrong&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared, you're scared, we're scared of this&lt;br /&gt;i never thought we'd make it out alive&lt;br /&gt;i never told you but its all in your goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;it's all in your goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i told you im addicted to the song nymphetamine!&lt;br /&gt;nooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;its nice but its kinda sad that its satanic.&lt;br /&gt;spch day rehearsal was damn boring i was like&lt;br /&gt;slping whn others were going on stage..&lt;br /&gt;luckily we could leave early cause of pesta sukan&lt;br /&gt;yeahh went for lunch thn cabbed down to knc&lt;br /&gt;hahah i was being a bread freak&lt;br /&gt;ate like 2 and 3/4 breads (cause i cldnt finish the last bread) at a go.&lt;br /&gt;all three teams in the aftnoon got into 2nd round anyway!&lt;br /&gt;have to go back like on 27th.. zzzz&lt;br /&gt;we've got the stupid physics trip to escape&lt;br /&gt;dont feel like going for either&lt;br /&gt;im such a wet blanket&lt;br /&gt;nyehnyeh&lt;br /&gt;the carnival was quite fun&lt;br /&gt;got kinda annoyed during the game cause it was so freaking hot&lt;br /&gt;I LOVEEEEEEE MY SUNBLOCK&lt;br /&gt;hahahah for the first time in history&lt;br /&gt;i applied sunblock after each game ytd!&lt;br /&gt;and now, TADAAAAAAA IM HARDLY BURNT&lt;br /&gt;but my dried scalp is shedding from last week's carnival!&lt;br /&gt;cos i didnt put much sunblock.&lt;br /&gt;and btw the scalp is gross.&lt;br /&gt;its like a big piece with many holes cause of my hair pores!&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT its sick&lt;br /&gt;and ytd my hair was so itchy.&lt;br /&gt;thn xinlei they all kept asking me to stop scratching&lt;br /&gt;cause the dried scalp was like falling off blahblah&lt;br /&gt;and it was really sick&lt;br /&gt;so i wore my cap to prevent myself from scratching&lt;br /&gt;and more scalp to shed&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;i think my team (rgs barricade?!) played well ytd!&lt;br /&gt;haha xinlei was like complaining how tired she was.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt stop complaining how hot it was.&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh kinda bonded with the sec 2s and sec 1s&lt;br /&gt;oh im such a friendly snr&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOHHHH MY! have you watched jessica simpson's&lt;br /&gt;'these boots are made for walking' vid?&lt;br /&gt;shes like helllll hotttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;HER BODY IS DAMNNNN HOT.&lt;br /&gt;i like the vid :D&lt;br /&gt;i feel pervertic hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway tday was supposed to go out with siew&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna go out one okay.&lt;br /&gt;but i decided to stay home and do work.&lt;br /&gt;yeah right i havent gottten any done yet.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go out with her!&lt;br /&gt;haven seen her in ages&lt;br /&gt;okay ta ta&lt;br /&gt;damn it jessica simpson's so hot!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112401465339157629?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-112341014091830036</id><published>2005-08-07T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T18:22:20.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7TH AUGUST 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH. it's damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID SUNNN.&lt;br /&gt;IM BURNT.&lt;br /&gt;pesta carnival was quite fun, like surprisingly&lt;br /&gt;kinda dreaded having to wake up so freaking early on a sunday morn .. zzz&lt;br /&gt;but it was worth it lah! GASP&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL THE PASSION FOR NETBALL, DO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;THE PASSION IS SOOOO STRONG THAT IT HAS BURNT OFF THE SOLES OF MY NIKE SHOES :D&lt;br /&gt;yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;BIO PT IS OVER.&lt;br /&gt;SO IS HISTORY PT.&lt;br /&gt;SO ARE MATH AND SS TESTS.&lt;br /&gt;theres still chinese performance task, history test, bio test, ANOTEHR SS TEST, and whatever. chemistry practical RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;hmm haven blogged for so long.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling so good today.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;oh yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;bye i'll probably not blog again for a long time&lt;br /&gt;cause this blog is useless and it sucks yeah whtever BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112341014091830036?l=thedisturbed.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-7224360.post-112117185684089392</id><published>2005-07-12T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T20:47:57.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;12th JULY 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft. gc's concert's tday!&lt;br /&gt;tiff was tempting me with the ONE free ticket. haha.&lt;br /&gt;funny. pretended to be pissed at her tday and made her buy me a drink for lunch&lt;br /&gt;HAWWWWWWWW =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored as Prep/Jock/Cheerleader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='300'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='250' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;&lt;font color=white&gt;Prep/Jock/Cheerleader&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;11th July 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im writing this long and painful chinese zuo wen.&lt;br /&gt;which i can never seem to finish writing ):&lt;br /&gt;but i know i can do it!!&lt;br /&gt;cause im listening to jay chouuuu hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;and i almost dieeeed during trng this aftnoon pfft.&lt;br /&gt;almighty ms chng comes back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112109283496351403?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/112109283496351403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=112109283496351403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;TO MAKE ME SAD ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i hate friendster's horoscope.&lt;br /&gt;RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112099770815481767?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/112099770815481767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=112099770815481767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112099770815481767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112099770815481767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/07/10th-july-2005-im-so-naughty-i.html' 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in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;has drained away almost all of my energy.&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE EXCITMENT IN THE AFTNOON :)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;aft schl went town.&lt;br /&gt;gnia the commoner left after buying smth common&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahah&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;oh and she owes me 50c.&lt;br /&gt;she claims that aft she becomes the principal&lt;br /&gt;she will pay me back 50c sense of happiness..&lt;br /&gt;thn zhen and i walked around!&lt;br /&gt;tried clothes..&lt;br /&gt;aft that we got bored of far east&lt;br /&gt;so went to heeren. and thn cineee&lt;br /&gt;and thnn... we walked past CENTREPOINT.&lt;br /&gt;:) hahahahahahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;and thn went to ps. thn i started&lt;br /&gt;shaking zhen.&lt;br /&gt;im the stupid shaker.&lt;br /&gt;that stupid girl dropped her pouch&lt;br /&gt;and said that i was the one who made hr drop&lt;br /&gt;it cause i shaked her.pfft.&lt;br /&gt;fortunately this kind scary indian old lady&lt;br /&gt;picked it up.. and returned to zhen :)&lt;br /&gt;awww yummy.&lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;br /&gt;pool tmrw!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. we were both impulsive today.&lt;br /&gt;i bought two things.&lt;br /&gt;zhen bought a pouch from mueee.&lt;br /&gt;and.. that 15 bucks thing.&lt;br /&gt;we both had the time of our lives&lt;br /&gt;using our NETS cards and typing our&lt;br /&gt;pin numbers on those soft buttons.&lt;br /&gt;so soft...&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha im so happy.&lt;br /&gt;PFFT. but my phone aint BEEPING.&lt;br /&gt;-DIES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112083660316493533?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/112083660316493533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=112083660316493533' title='0 Comments'/><link 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today.&lt;br /&gt;but i willl be even happier at night..&lt;br /&gt;IF SMTH HAPPENS.&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;ho ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHOHOHOHO&lt;br /&gt;-looks at gnia and ghEeegUrLx :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sleeeeeepy.&lt;br /&gt;pffffft.&lt;br /&gt;changed seats today.&lt;br /&gt;zajian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112064861180119689?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/112064861180119689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=112064861180119689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/112064861180119689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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boring.&lt;br /&gt;and i think she acted in it.&lt;br /&gt;rah.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY TODAY IS A NICE DAY :)&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;i hate dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE DREAMS.&lt;br /&gt;-LOOKS AT AME AND ZHEN AND GNIA.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised the pathetic state of my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;it's broken everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;the stand the wrist rest..&lt;br /&gt;i spilled water in it a few times..&lt;br /&gt;(SURPRISINGLY IT STILL WORKS&lt;br /&gt;AFT I SHOOK THE WATER OUT, LITERALLY)&lt;br /&gt;and dripping/dropping other unknown substance&lt;br /&gt;(such as watermelons) in it ):&lt;br /&gt;rah i want a new keyboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112038966015901899?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/112038966015901899/comments/default' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitty layouttttt.&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand the other one.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;wth i had a dream that my&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend was a bloody balding 65year old man!!!&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;i was crying like shit lah.&lt;br /&gt;sdfjkghjkfghjkfdgkjdfhgjkf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just ate mochis.&lt;br /&gt;peach mochis are so niceeeeeeeeeeeee &lt;br /&gt;raah.&lt;br /&gt;had the blog workshop thing in the morn?&lt;br /&gt;it was like.&lt;br /&gt;waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;but i learnt SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;i learnt how to remove the navigation bar&lt;br /&gt;and makee things disappear!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;went town tday to search for tattoo parlours for rs..&lt;br /&gt;thn actually we only found tattoo parlours in fareast.&lt;br /&gt;there were.. 4?&lt;br /&gt;the first one we went to Exotic Tattoos&lt;br /&gt;the guy was friendly :)&lt;br /&gt;thn we went to the one next to it&lt;br /&gt;someone fat inside was doing tattoo!&lt;br /&gt;the ppl inside looked damn scary&lt;br /&gt;so we just walked past it quickly&lt;br /&gt;ERR thn went searching for the next one.&lt;br /&gt;the one we always see.&lt;br /&gt;they looked decent..&lt;br /&gt;so yeah got a name card.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt dare to go in&lt;br /&gt;im such a chicken&lt;br /&gt;and this is like my rs topic ._.&lt;br /&gt;uhh anyway&lt;br /&gt;zhen and gnia left for monster aft that.&lt;br /&gt;thn ame and i continued searching.&lt;br /&gt;haha and thn we walked around..&lt;br /&gt;and DIGRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;tried clothes instead.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;realised there were a few new shops that&lt;br /&gt;had jsut opened in far east.&lt;br /&gt;yeah its like.. cheap and lian.&lt;br /&gt;and thn.&lt;br /&gt;WE CONTINUED SEARCHING FOR THE LAST&lt;br /&gt;TATTOO PARLOUR IN FAR EAST (I THINK)&lt;br /&gt;and we found it!!&lt;br /&gt;never knew it was there.&lt;br /&gt;the place looked cool&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE PEOPLE INSIDE WERE DAMN SCARY&lt;br /&gt;ame and i were like so scared.&lt;br /&gt;so we also walked past it damn quickly&lt;br /&gt;the people inside like saw me looking in&lt;br /&gt;so i just quickly look away.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha but the place looked decent too!&lt;br /&gt;I THINK WE SHOULD INTERVIEW THEM TOO.&lt;br /&gt;in the end we decided to go heeren.&lt;br /&gt;but before that we went taka first cause&lt;br /&gt;ame wanted auntie anneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee's&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted my pudding.&lt;br /&gt;yeah thn i went a bit A BIT ku ku.&lt;br /&gt;so we played a game.&lt;br /&gt;we came up with a theme like..&lt;br /&gt;"guys with caps"&lt;br /&gt;and we were supposed to take as many&lt;br /&gt;pictures of guys in caps as possible.&lt;br /&gt;so the first round i won cause ame's phone&lt;br /&gt;screwed up. hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. she dared me to stand on the&lt;br /&gt;high "THING" (dont know whats it called)&lt;br /&gt;the "THING" thats outside paragon.&lt;br /&gt;she wanted me to embarrass myself &lt;br /&gt;and take a picture of me.&lt;br /&gt;now she owes me a pretezel.&lt;br /&gt; oh yeah. shihlintaiwanstreetsnack's&lt;br /&gt;egg crepe is soo yummy.&lt;br /&gt;so is the XXL chicken hahah.&lt;br /&gt;err thn went heeren to look for tattoo parlours too.&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah im lazy to blog&lt;br /&gt;we also tried searching for CGs. but wth.&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOOOO DIFFICULT&lt;br /&gt;-STARES AT AME.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;pmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-112030987805105669?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/112030987805105669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=112030987805105669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;ITS SUCH A CUTE SONG &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;first day of school really sucks&lt;br /&gt;sleepy sleepy sleepy sleepy&lt;br /&gt;well actually not really&lt;br /&gt;teachers wasted time talking about how you spent the holidays ._.&lt;br /&gt;haha. and&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN EATEN RECESS FOR A MONTH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i am a stupid anorexic bitch wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;yeah and thats cause i didnt go schl for a month.&lt;br /&gt;EEEKS.&lt;br /&gt;uhm then .. yeah i just realised i really&lt;br /&gt;DIDNT do much during the hols.&lt;br /&gt;and before the hols i was like..&lt;br /&gt;so motivated to do well this semester&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;waaaah talking abt schl makes me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;tiff said she has a resolution to not&lt;br /&gt;sleep during lessons this semester&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH TIFF GO AND DIE.&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT JOINING YOUUU.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID GIRL WOKE ME UP WHN I WAS ABOUT TO SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;siao. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;tiff is so cute with her new SHORT fringe :)&lt;br /&gt;anyway i have noticed an increase in the&lt;br /&gt;number of people who just trimmed their eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;and CUT BANGS/SHORT FRINGE and and second piercings!&lt;br /&gt;gasp. lols. damn. pfft i need to pee.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll buzz off now.&lt;br /&gt;and pee. thn do WORK.&lt;br /&gt;jolly!&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN TO MY HUMP OKAAAAAAAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;my hump my hump my hump my hump&lt;br /&gt;my lovely lady lumps &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111987469384327400?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111987469384327400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111987469384327400' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;HELLOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;ME.&lt;br /&gt;I, HAVE JUST SPENT&lt;br /&gt;&gt;5 MIN, &lt; 10MIN&lt;br /&gt;(i was doing math - inequalities)&lt;br /&gt;in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;to brush my teeth!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;its damn CLEAN.&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN REALLY CLEAN OKAY,&lt;br /&gt;THOUGH ITS NOT.. WHITE.&lt;br /&gt;now i feel like removing my braces.&lt;br /&gt;and whiten my teeth&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i think i brushed so much and hard&lt;br /&gt;today cause i just changed the placing of my braces&lt;br /&gt;.. and the color of it. so fun and matching.&lt;br /&gt;matches with my jersey.&lt;br /&gt;theres braces on all of my teeth i think&lt;br /&gt;I THINK ITS DAMN FUNKY.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL TAKE A PICTURE SOON&lt;br /&gt;IF I REMEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;anyway anyway&lt;br /&gt;my point is that.&lt;br /&gt;I SPENT &gt;5MIN BUT &lt;10MIN (estimated)&lt;br /&gt;to brush my teeth :D&lt;br /&gt;which i believe should be at its cleanest now!!!&lt;br /&gt;.. okay fine i'll confess. i didnt floss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID MATH TODAY&lt;br /&gt;I DID MATH TODAY&lt;br /&gt;I DID MATH TODAY&lt;br /&gt;I DID MATH YTD&lt;br /&gt;I DID MATH YTD&lt;br /&gt;I DID MATH YTD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nike zoom played against u19s today..&lt;br /&gt;won by 3 goals.&lt;br /&gt;uhh i didnt get to play again&lt;br /&gt;i musnt get discouraged&lt;br /&gt;i musnt get discouraged&lt;br /&gt;i musnt get discouraged&lt;br /&gt;i want to gooo for u17 selections nxt year&lt;br /&gt;and NOT get kicked out&lt;br /&gt;cause i wanna get in ._.&lt;br /&gt;please please please please&lt;br /&gt;please ):&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be discouraged too&lt;br /&gt;please please please please please&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA TRAIN HARD THIS YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;okay right.&lt;br /&gt;trng's like so slack now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh I WISH I ISH&lt;br /&gt;I WISH I WAS MRS EDISON CHEN (SORRY AME!)&lt;br /&gt;/ MRS SHAWN YUE / MRS HEDEKI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OH PLEASEE.&lt;br /&gt;im going to stick all their pictures on my wall&lt;br /&gt;beside my bed and wish that i'd marry one of them one day.&lt;br /&gt;cause apparently&lt;br /&gt;KATIE HOLMES STUCK A POSTER OF TOM CRUSIE ON HER WALL&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SHE WAS YOUNG HOPING TO MARRY HIM ONE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW THEYRE TOGETHER &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;OH EDISON SHAWN YUE AND HEDEKI.&lt;br /&gt;im so wrong and pmsy ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111971749572974178?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111971749572974178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111971749572974178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111971749572974178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111971749572974178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/06/250605-5-min-5min-but-10min-estimated.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111953702064936272</id><published>2005-06-23T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:30:20.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;230605&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;ITS ALMOST THE END OF HOLIDAYS&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST THE END OF HOLIDAYS&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST THE END OF HOLIDAYS&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP TO REALITY&lt;br /&gt;THE CRUEL REALITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;lost to blazeeee today.&lt;br /&gt;yes the world is evil.&lt;br /&gt;i almost had heartattack outside of court lah?&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;and GNIA LAHH.&lt;br /&gt;GASP. she and her stupid dinner tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;haha im major pmsing.&lt;br /&gt;ITS ALMOST THE END OF THE HOLIDAYS&lt;br /&gt;ITS ALMOST THE ENDDD OF THE HOLIDAYS&lt;br /&gt;ITS ALMOST THE ENDDDDDD OF THE HOLIDAYS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111953702064936272?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111953702064936272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111953702064936272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111953702064936272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;haha. morning woke up.&lt;br /&gt;and found out why i had diarrhoea&lt;br /&gt;its so horrible : dont wanna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;anyway went for sl.&lt;br /&gt;nyehnyehnyeh finally got something done!&lt;br /&gt;oh JOLLY.&lt;br /&gt;then came homeee and slept again&lt;br /&gt;aft that went to zhen's dental clinic to meet her&lt;br /&gt;she took off her braces alr!!&lt;br /&gt;oh JOLLY&lt;br /&gt;she and her teeth are both so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;i love her teeth! haha but i dont love her.&lt;br /&gt;aft that cabbed down t ecp.&lt;br /&gt;bought pita rollllllllll its so niceeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;i wanna eat it for breakfast lunch and dinner&lt;br /&gt;hahaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;anyway went skatesports thn deeeeee came.&lt;br /&gt;after putting on the skates&lt;br /&gt;I KEPT THINKING THAT I WOULD FALL!&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;i didnt fall. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;deee was laughing at meeeeee&lt;br /&gt;we skated to bedok jetty&lt;br /&gt;and as usual i was skating like a snail behind them&lt;br /&gt;deee was nice to wait for mee&lt;br /&gt;zhen wasnt so nice HAHA&lt;br /&gt;haha my legs were so painnn&lt;br /&gt;cause i cant skate properly&lt;br /&gt;cause ive got a 'lanjiao' so i keep opening my legs&lt;br /&gt;SO I CANT SKATE PROPERLY&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;nyehnyehnyehhhh now i have two blisters&lt;br /&gt;so damn pain lah.&lt;br /&gt;hahah i hate little children&lt;br /&gt;when im on skates.&lt;br /&gt;i hate people on bicycles&lt;br /&gt;when im on skates.&lt;br /&gt;i hate slippery grounds or puddles of water&lt;br /&gt;when im on skates.&lt;br /&gt;i hate twigs and branches on the ground&lt;br /&gt;whn im on skates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn i dont know what happened to me&lt;br /&gt;i got highh when zhen and i were at the bus stop!&lt;br /&gt;i love her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;thn i took bus and went training.&lt;br /&gt;during my netball training i trained.&lt;br /&gt;and ran like shit cause of my blisters.&lt;br /&gt;argh there are so many things to take note of&lt;br /&gt;and im still quite blur on court.&lt;br /&gt;so irritating but oh wellllll i still like to play.&lt;br /&gt;haha im quite glad that im not that sick of nball anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gnia whore and ame snoozer are finally back.&lt;br /&gt;i like to bully zhen hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to numberr five with a bullet by taking back sunday&lt;br /&gt;buried a lie by senses fail&lt;br /&gt;break myself by something corporate&lt;br /&gt;sexy by balck eyed peas :)&lt;br /&gt;the ghost of you by my chemical romance yay nights&lt;br /&gt;oh and watch the mv of no sleep tonight by the faders&lt;br /&gt;i like the lead singer shes so pretty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111936829115808621?l=thedisturbed.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-7224360.post-111884120602426448</id><published>2005-06-15T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T22:00:30.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;150605&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;i am back.&lt;br /&gt;chalet was funnn lah!&lt;br /&gt;i learnt how to play mahjong alr!!&lt;br /&gt;I LEARNT HOW TO PLAY MAHJONG&lt;br /&gt;ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHO TAUGHT ME&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA MISS HAINEE.&lt;br /&gt;she said brenda and i are the&lt;br /&gt;worlds worst combination&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to mahjong ._.&lt;br /&gt;cause we both will scream&lt;br /&gt;no matter win or lose&lt;br /&gt;hahahaah which i think its&lt;br /&gt;ONLY PARTIALLY TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;the chalet's too long to blog about&lt;br /&gt;im damn lazy.&lt;br /&gt;i am damn lazy&lt;br /&gt;iMDAMNLAZY&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway&lt;br /&gt;it was FUN&lt;br /&gt;cause it was a chalet where all the&lt;br /&gt;rg nballers gathered tgthr and had fun&lt;br /&gt;and played mahjong and talked and scared&lt;br /&gt;the shit outta each other by telling ghostly&lt;br /&gt;stuff and deciding whthr to go CHANGI&lt;br /&gt;HOSPITAL TO EXPLORE :\ or not and drop&lt;br /&gt;into the holes and die and also bluffed each other&lt;br /&gt;about not sleeping and going to watch sunset&lt;br /&gt;but ended up sleep tgthr on floors&lt;br /&gt;or beds or (I WANTED TO SLEEP ON THE TABLE!) and&lt;br /&gt;chased each other around the tables&lt;br /&gt;for mahjong tiles (GERI WAS CHASING ME FOR THE TILE WHICH BOTH OF US WERE AFTER BUT I WON&lt;br /&gt;IN THE END HAHAH) and watched&lt;br /&gt;stupid horror movies like cursed and infection&lt;br /&gt;which i fell asleep in and went to changi village&lt;br /&gt;to see bapoks and tried to take pictures of their&lt;br /&gt;stupid asses and gstrings and big boobs AND I FINALLY ATE MOCHI&lt;br /&gt;and the bbq which everyone went crazy trying to&lt;br /&gt;start the fire and what else? mahjong mahjong mahjong&lt;br /&gt;cards cards cards the whole place was like a damn&lt;br /&gt;gambling den cause believe it or not, there were&lt;br /&gt;3 tables of mahjong and dont know how many card&lt;br /&gt;activities was going on too. hahah&lt;br /&gt;the best thing was there were mahjongs of normal size,&lt;br /&gt;mini size and minimini size! :D&lt;br /&gt;damn cute. so we were all rotating lah.&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHH 3 days have passed so fast.&lt;br /&gt;i dont likeee.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so horribleee on the first night&lt;br /&gt;cause the weather was damn hot lah.&lt;br /&gt;and we wernt supposed to slp on the first night lor&lt;br /&gt;but i ended up falling aslp on the floor&lt;br /&gt;the nxt day at like 7am&lt;br /&gt;zhen woke me up thn we cabbed back to her house&lt;br /&gt;to shower!&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY FELT SHAGGED.&lt;br /&gt;like i had a one night stand or smth.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah wth.&lt;br /&gt;aft that changed and sleept!!&lt;br /&gt;her bed was damn comfortable lah&lt;br /&gt;(compared to the stupid floor)&lt;br /&gt;thn err yeahhh aft we woke up&lt;br /&gt;went to exp&lt;br /&gt;I FELT SHAGGED AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;cuase i went to bed with my hair wet&lt;br /&gt;thn its like.. argh screwed whn i woke up&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;stupid zhen insisted on gng ecp for lunch&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah but i dont regret gng there lah&lt;br /&gt;... cause i ate the nice pita roll&lt;br /&gt;and albert treated whee&lt;br /&gt;and listened to stories&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah!! and&lt;br /&gt;when we were gng back to the chalet&lt;br /&gt;from changi village on the second night&lt;br /&gt;there were police lah.&lt;br /&gt;thn they called us to go over..&lt;br /&gt;cause we were kaypo and kept looking&lt;br /&gt;at them while they were talking to another&lt;br /&gt;grp of youths&lt;br /&gt;hahaha damn retarded.&lt;br /&gt;shihui was being so damn scared.&lt;br /&gt;like some kidnappers would come in a van&lt;br /&gt;along the road and grab one of us and&lt;br /&gt;drive away hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;she wanted us to walk in a single file (? my god i feel stupid i dont know how to spell)?!&lt;br /&gt;uhm yeah.. i was scared too kay. ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;and all these happeend cause the police told us&lt;br /&gt;that there were 4 missing cases in an hour around that area.&lt;br /&gt;at first when we went to changi village we were scared of ghosts&lt;br /&gt;thn whn we were walking back i was scared of kidnappers.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaah wth lah.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I DONT WANNA BLOG ALR.&lt;br /&gt;THE BAPOKS ARE DISGUSTINGS.&lt;br /&gt;I COULD SEE THEIR BIG FAKE ROUND BOOBS&lt;br /&gt;AND THEIR SKIRTS ARE SO SHORTT YOU CAN SEE&lt;br /&gt;THEIR ASSES, AS IN REALLY. THN GOT ONEE&lt;br /&gt;CAN SEE THE GSTRING SOMEMORE.&lt;br /&gt;SO SHORT AND TIGHT AND GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;got some prostitutes also.&lt;br /&gt;they were standing along the road.&lt;br /&gt;some walked away whn we were coming&lt;br /&gt;haha i was trying to take poictures hahahah&lt;br /&gt;i am so bad.&lt;br /&gt;i think some knew.&lt;br /&gt;the bigboobwoman who hooked up with 3 guys.&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT THEY WERE GONNA HAVE SEX AT LIKE SOME NEARBY PARK OR WHATEVER BUT TO MY DISAPPOINTMENT THEY DIDNT. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha k sorry i am evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the police rolled his eyes at me whn i took that&lt;br /&gt;i heard from nats that he couldnt roll his eyes properly.&lt;br /&gt;he was like acting cool&lt;br /&gt;stupid singh police&lt;br /&gt;that is his stupid car and i hate his stupid face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the two obscene paows which belong to eleanor and elaine.&lt;br /&gt;we were sitting at the coffeeshop of changi village to look at bapoks :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111884120602426448?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111884120602426448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111884120602426448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111884120602426448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111884120602426448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/06/150605-hahhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111850501767316612</id><published>2005-06-11T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:54:05.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;110605&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm talking about sleeping early,&lt;br /&gt;i mean who can sleep as early as i do? :)&lt;br /&gt;I AM SOOOOO GOOOOD&lt;br /&gt;i slept at 5am in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about PRETTY dark rings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333333333333&lt;br /&gt;my dark rings are the PRETTIEST so &lt;strong&gt;FOFF&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch the semis for nsl just now...&lt;br /&gt;arowanas vs mannas&lt;br /&gt;and marlins vs stingrays&lt;br /&gt;hahaha the second match was damn exciting!&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhh but somehow&lt;br /&gt;gnia started tying small plaits for meeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;:D with rachel's PINK rubber bands.&lt;br /&gt;yeah stingrays lost by 1 goal!&lt;br /&gt;hahah everyone around me was cheering for&lt;br /&gt;stingrays.. and they somehow got me cheering&lt;br /&gt;for stingrays too.&lt;br /&gt;IM SO SLEEPY.&lt;br /&gt;PLAYED POOL TODAY AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;WITH RACHEL.&lt;br /&gt;I WON RACHEL, GOT THRASHED BY ZHEN AT FIRST,&lt;br /&gt;ZHEN LOST TO RACHEL ONCEE (VICIOUS CYCLE GASP)&lt;br /&gt;THN I WON ZHEN THRICE IN A ROW (HAHA) IN THE END&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;came a time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when every star fall brought you to tears again &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we are the very hurt you sold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and what's the worst you take &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from every heart you break &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and like the blade you stain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well i've been holding on tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my chemical romance - helena! nicee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111850501767316612?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111850501767316612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111850501767316612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111850501767316612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111850501767316612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/06/110605-hmm-talking-about-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111842064087848394</id><published>2005-06-11T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T22:10:04.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;100605&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your good intentions slowly turn to bitterness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reoccurring episodes with each and every kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooh im sleepy :D&lt;br /&gt;but i feel like blogging!&lt;br /&gt;hols are greaaaaaaaaaaat&lt;br /&gt;woooooooo :)&lt;br /&gt;so good that i've forgotten about my homework&lt;br /&gt;but it happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;so wth&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for another onedayshoppingtriptojohor :)&lt;br /&gt;i love that place! and my jacket&lt;br /&gt;and my shoes and my shirts cause i bought them all&lt;br /&gt;from thereee and the prices are like... reasonable!&lt;br /&gt;:D HAH.&lt;br /&gt;they certainly are.&lt;br /&gt;anyway went to watch the street fest in town just now.&lt;br /&gt;twas the finals and kenneth's band got in&lt;br /&gt;so gnia, being kenneth's supportive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;girlfriendtobehahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously had to be there huh?&lt;br /&gt;and gillian and zhen and sarah, being&lt;br /&gt;gnia's supportive good friends&lt;br /&gt;would accompany her too? :)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. that ass just msged to apologise&lt;br /&gt;cause sheeeeee hung up so abruptly on me&lt;br /&gt;cause of her mum. YOU GOOD HUH.&lt;br /&gt;btw speaking of gnia.&lt;br /&gt;don't know what's wrong with her.&lt;br /&gt;she has morphed into some kind of&lt;br /&gt;freak who only does numbers&lt;br /&gt;(e.g PHYSICS AND MATH)&lt;br /&gt;my bestie, i mean numberfreak, has&lt;br /&gt;changed!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;she calls me only to force me to do&lt;br /&gt;physics or math with her.&lt;br /&gt;okayfinethatsnottrueeeee&lt;br /&gt;i like to exaggerate&lt;br /&gt;that girl needs some love.&lt;br /&gt;yeah unfortunately tragedy limits (their band's name which i think is cool)&lt;br /&gt;didnt win but well i thought they were good too.&lt;br /&gt;hahah crossbreds was another banddd tooooo&lt;br /&gt;i LIKE ELECTRIC GYPSY&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;cute&lt;br /&gt;guitarist&lt;br /&gt;whos&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;bloody&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;crushable&lt;br /&gt;haahahahahhahaah&lt;br /&gt;but i like my boyfriend best.&lt;br /&gt;ahem. yeah uhmm ytd&lt;br /&gt;i can't rmb what i did.&lt;br /&gt;i can only rmb i slept at 3am&lt;br /&gt;and now i have really bad black rings&lt;br /&gt;they're soooo bad..&lt;br /&gt;they're sooooo evil..&lt;br /&gt;they're soooooo horrible..&lt;br /&gt;OHHH I RMB WHAT I DID YTD!&lt;br /&gt;i caught mr and mrs smith! :D&lt;br /&gt;it's really niceeeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;so i'm downloading now so i can&lt;br /&gt;watch it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;and this is one of the reasons&lt;br /&gt;why i havent really gotten bored&lt;br /&gt;in this holiday :)&lt;br /&gt;yupp had a club match too..&lt;br /&gt;went with rachel&lt;br /&gt;she helped me tie my hair!&lt;br /&gt;with green rubberbands provided by vivien&lt;br /&gt;to suit my attire&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and saw farhanah&lt;br /&gt;who ate a piece of chocolate&lt;br /&gt;fine that was unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;uhh thn stupid match was cancelled&lt;br /&gt;cause of the lightning ._.&lt;br /&gt;and thn its like you couldnt even hear thunder!&lt;br /&gt;THAT MEANS THE LIGHTNING IS&lt;br /&gt;VERY VERY FAR AWAY FROM YOU.&lt;br /&gt;i learnt that ytd :)&lt;br /&gt;the longer you hear the thunder aft you see the lightning,&lt;br /&gt;the further the lightning is from you,&lt;br /&gt;so the less likely youd get striked by lightning&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;uhm yah.&lt;br /&gt;tmrw's sat!&lt;br /&gt;theres NSL semis.&lt;br /&gt;before that gonna pool with rach and zhen.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY siew kim CANT GO OUT WITH MEEEE&lt;br /&gt;man i pity her. HAH&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU READING THIS!&lt;br /&gt;AND WHATS SO CREEPY ABOUT DREAMING&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT ME TWICE HAHAHA IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAHHHH&lt;br /&gt;i must blog aboutt his.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that it was the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;like. really ):&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS IN SCHOOL,&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WE WERE HAVING DISCUSSIONS.&lt;br /&gt;THN SUDDENLY WE WERE RUNNING EVERYWHERE&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS DAMN CHAOTIC&lt;br /&gt;THEN EVERYONE WAS TRYNA GET TO THE TOP FLOOR.&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE THE BUILDING WAS FLOODING/MELTING (I CANT RMB. IT MUST HAVE SMTH TO DO WITH WATCHING HOUSE OF WAX!!!)&lt;br /&gt;UHM YEAH THE DREAM WAS REALLY HORRIBLE&lt;br /&gt;I WAS TRYING TO MSG EVERYONE SOMEEE FAREWELL MSG&lt;br /&gt;THOSE IMPORTANT PPL IN MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I THINK I LOST MY PHONE OR SMTH CAUSE IT WAS SO CHAOTIC.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH BUT IT FELT GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE THE WHOLE WORLD WAS GONNA DIE WITH YOU :)&lt;br /&gt;i mean, how often do you get that kind of dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that.&lt;br /&gt;i had two other dreams in the same sleep&lt;br /&gt;which i will not tell you&lt;br /&gt;but duh they're not wet shut up.&lt;br /&gt;think this entry is long enough&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna catch my sleep so that&lt;br /&gt;the ugly black rings around my eyes&lt;br /&gt;would go awaaaaaaaay and they suck&lt;br /&gt;so i want them to go awaaaaaaaaaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;so i think i shall go and sleep now :)&lt;br /&gt;gnia and i think we're all very noisy ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OHHHHILOVETHISDUDE :) HEH + shopping + netball including club and school + pool which i won ZHEN BY TWO BALLS AND THAT'S THAT HAHAHAHAHAH + movies + harvest moon(!!!!!! :D) I'M WINNING THE GIRL'S HEART SOON AND IM GROWING HEALTHY CROPS!? + friends like gnia whose dumb and zhen whose whiny and ame whose grumpy... etc. + stupid eye drawings + stupid gothic wannabe shit stuff which includes make up and photo editings + NH hunt which can be pretty sucky but i still love them anyway + taking stupid pictures against graffiti walls + late nights - (homework + pressure) + hairband which i randomly bought + converse shoes + adidas jacket + m.s.x long sleeve shirt + 3 hollister shirts!!! + INDIAN BANGLES HAHA WHICH I THINK I WANNA WEAR TMRW HAHAHA + sleep sleep sleep = holidays.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth that was damn lame im sorry&lt;br /&gt;but what more can i ask for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111842064087848394?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111842064087848394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111842064087848394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111842064087848394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111842064087848394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/06/100605-your-good-intentions-slowly.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111816381316609781</id><published>2005-06-08T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T01:45:07.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ff99cc"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ff9fd2"&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa6d9"&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffacdf"&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb3e6"&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb9ec"&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbff2"&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc6f9"&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="COLOR: black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #66ccff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 45% Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Somewhat Normal)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/somewhat-normal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some of your behavior is quite normal...&lt;br /&gt;Other things you do are downright strange&lt;br /&gt;You've got a little of your freak going on&lt;br /&gt;But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Normal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111816381316609781?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111816381316609781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111816381316609781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111816381316609781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111816381316609781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/06/keys-to-your-heartyou-are-attracted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111755420113750495</id><published>2005-05-31T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T23:52:30.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;310505&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why don't you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;say that to my face?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've had it ripped out,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;torn down,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so many fakes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every time you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every word you say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i told you this was killing me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would you stop? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE COCKROACHES&lt;br /&gt;LIZARDS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;BEETLES&lt;br /&gt;SPIDERS&lt;br /&gt;WORMS&lt;br /&gt;whatever fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I JUST HEARD A LIZARD AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHH&lt;br /&gt;they're the grossest shit alive.&lt;br /&gt;i think i should get a lizard trap soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now onwards im going to&lt;br /&gt;blog like im talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;:/ HAW HAW.&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;so when was the last time you blog&lt;br /&gt;doofus.&lt;br /&gt;anyway ITS THE HOLIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYZ!&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;and what bullshit about no holiday hwk.&lt;br /&gt;school is shht lah.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;anyway GSS is finally here too.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont feel a thing anymre.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i went to make my IC tday!&lt;br /&gt;okay more like..&lt;br /&gt;the taking the picture part FOR THE IC&lt;br /&gt;was more idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;the stupid queue was long.&lt;br /&gt;my hair was screwed.&lt;br /&gt;cause like the lady said&lt;br /&gt;my fringe was abit too long&lt;br /&gt;thn i needed to put some water.&lt;br /&gt;she kept insisting me to put&lt;br /&gt;MORE water aft i tidy my hair&lt;br /&gt;thn i had to tidy it again&lt;br /&gt;but thats not the main pt.&lt;br /&gt;the main pt is that&lt;br /&gt;I PUT A LITTTLE TOO MUCH WATER&lt;br /&gt;so my fringe was like.&lt;br /&gt;FLAT.&lt;br /&gt;and the back part as like.&lt;br /&gt;BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;whatever that is. it was just screwed ):&lt;br /&gt;and i look like a kuku smiling&lt;br /&gt;now this makes me not feel like bloggin anym&lt;br /&gt;anyway aft that went to play pool&lt;br /&gt;with my daddddd hahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;at safra.&lt;br /&gt;he was damn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;dont know what was wrong with him.&lt;br /&gt;SEE IM NOT BOASTING ABOUT ANYTHING NOW&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE THERES NTH TO BOAST ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;NOW CAN YOU GUESS WHAT HAPPENED&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I PLAYED POOL WITH HIM&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;thn cameee homeee&lt;br /&gt;my house of wax download was 99% !&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;thn went to meet ziming and CO&lt;br /&gt;at safra agaaain.&lt;br /&gt;wHaT siAz. d0n'T pLA3 nEhx&lt;br /&gt;m0i FeIv hAng0uT n0w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn i came home and&lt;br /&gt;watched house of wax.&lt;br /&gt;ITS DAMN BLOODY GROSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;my whole body went weak when i saw all the URGH parts.&lt;br /&gt;yuckkk but i like to watch&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go zhen's house.&lt;br /&gt;but gnia wrecked my plans&lt;br /&gt;-GLARES.&lt;br /&gt;but its okay i still love you anyway bestie.&lt;br /&gt;zhennn saved me tday&lt;br /&gt;i love my ex&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway tmrw gng to malaysia&lt;br /&gt;AME AND I AND .. DAD?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA AME AND I WILL GO SASAING.&lt;br /&gt;i did smth wrong just now.&lt;br /&gt;but i get to get SASA-ed?!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha im talking nonsense&lt;br /&gt;cause i am sleeepy nights.&lt;br /&gt;tonight is so damn hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111755420113750495?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111755420113750495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111755420113750495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111755420113750495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111755420113750495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/05/310505-why-dont-you-say-that-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111728913762073951</id><published>2005-05-28T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T22:09:24.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;280505&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were everything i wanted&lt;br /&gt;but i just can't finish what i've started&lt;br /&gt;there's no room left here on my back&lt;br /&gt;it was damaged long ago&lt;br /&gt;though you swear that you are true&lt;br /&gt;i still pick my friends over you&lt;br /&gt;my friends over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my friends over you - new found glory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO TIREDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;AND BURRRRRRNTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;but i still like netball carnivals anyway.&lt;br /&gt;think i wont say much todaaaaaay, byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111728913762073951?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111728913762073951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111728913762073951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111728913762073951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111728913762073951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/05/280505-you-were-everything-i-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111720657069384957</id><published>2005-05-27T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T00:21:08.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;270505&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have I taken you for granted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but I know what matters most to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in slow motion as you walk on by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pictures of you forever in my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN TO TAKING BACK SUNDAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111720657069384957?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111720657069384957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111720657069384957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111720657069384957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111720657069384957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/05/270505-have-i-taken-you-for-granted.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111717393862886475</id><published>2005-05-27T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T14:05:38.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;270505&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helloooooooo&lt;br /&gt;im in class now.&lt;br /&gt;whats up with the blog-in-school thing :P&lt;br /&gt;-looks at gnia.&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE TO ACT CUTE DURING TRAININGS.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;-does poutypuppydogstickouttongue face!&lt;br /&gt;haha i am so irritatinggggggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school sucks like shit.&lt;br /&gt;i am damnnnn tired.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for chuwen to finish her briefing&lt;br /&gt;anddddddddd gnia to finish her test&lt;br /&gt;im sooo sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;i need sleeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;and i think im gonna watch a lot like love&lt;br /&gt;again when i go home later.&lt;br /&gt;and fall asleeep cause im so sleeeeeepyyyy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111717393862886475?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111717393862886475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;250505&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanted you for nothing more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;than hating you for what you were. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if that's what you wanted to hear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well it's love. make it hurt. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody should listen to taking back sunday :D&lt;br /&gt;the school is getting to me, again.&lt;br /&gt;it's likeeeeee the last week of schl and there&lt;br /&gt;are suddenly so many assignments to be handed in.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's just my last min shit attitude again&lt;br /&gt;LALALA I DONT KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY MAYBE ITS REALLY ME.&lt;br /&gt;cause i spent timeeee watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A LOT LIKE LOVE :D :D :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of like, doing my history or physics or chinese.&lt;br /&gt;this morning didnt quite start off right. but it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;cause it rained.&lt;br /&gt;but i like rainy mornings.&lt;br /&gt;anyway to cut the long story short&lt;br /&gt;my shoes and socks were soaking wet whn i reached schl.&lt;br /&gt;RAH.&lt;br /&gt;i had to take off my socks..&lt;br /&gt;and dry them.&lt;br /&gt;so the whole day i was in my wet squishy shoes without my socks.&lt;br /&gt;aft schl was damn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;i was so frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;was with shiya for the whole aftnoon.&lt;br /&gt;haha its not her who made me so frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;its the freaking physics and the stupid hot weather.&lt;br /&gt;it was so nice in the morning whatever&lt;br /&gt;i need to go toilet so bye.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, LET ME TELL YOU A LITTLE MORE ABOUT A LOT LIKE LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;ITS A NICEE MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;i thinkkk the ending is so sweet&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;I'LL BE THERE FOR YOUUU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THESE FIVE WORDS I SWEAR TO YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN YOU BREATHE I WANNA BE THE AIR FOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU I'LL BE THERE FOR YOUU ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im stuck to it again. sheesh&lt;br /&gt;HAHA thanks chubbieee for burning for me though&lt;br /&gt;im still downloading it.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111703023948011122?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111703023948011122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111703023948011122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111703023948011122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111703023948011122'/><link 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IM LISTENING TO THE MOFFATTS?&lt;br /&gt;and its called MISS YOU LIKE CRAZY?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah i think i am getting all hyped up&lt;br /&gt;cause of all the sniffing and smelling of the&lt;br /&gt;mixed up perfumeee. gagaga.&lt;br /&gt;GAGAGAGA, i loveeee RALPH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;S &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; C&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fine im bored and its fun)&lt;br /&gt;woohooo.&lt;br /&gt;read it like this : strawberri-SAND cream.&lt;br /&gt;damn nice&lt;br /&gt;its just like..&lt;br /&gt;sex at ex's place.&lt;br /&gt;read it again and again like strawberri-SAND cream.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAH okay i will stop it.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;math is so irritating i swear.&lt;br /&gt;MR LUI IS FINE I SUPPOSE.&lt;br /&gt;I SUPPOSE.&lt;br /&gt;I SUPPOSE.&lt;br /&gt;I SUPPOSE.&lt;br /&gt;until he made me answer a&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION THAT I ASKED HIM.&lt;br /&gt;and he asked me to go home and try out and present my answer to the class tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;thank you im so not gonna do it cause i SO dont know how to do it and no one's so gonna remind him.&lt;br /&gt;chinese was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;especially when someone who sits beside you reads&lt;br /&gt;(amelene and tiffany sit beside me during chi)&lt;br /&gt;NI (soil) as NIAO (urine)&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha ame and i laughed our asses offf.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so weak laughing until i cldnt read the passage when&lt;br /&gt;lao shi asked me t.&lt;br /&gt;ame couldnt even write properly.&lt;br /&gt;yay schl was damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;aft that had physics.&lt;br /&gt;but was interrupted by photo taking.&lt;br /&gt;phototaking was hilarious too.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun&lt;br /&gt;mr LUI was in a tieeeeeeeeee, red tie.&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to imitate EMILY for informal shot.&lt;br /&gt;shiya was supposed to become like, the WITCH from errr&lt;br /&gt;night before christmas?! or night after christmas&lt;br /&gt;or something night smth christmas DONT KNOW LAH.&lt;br /&gt;then ame was supposed to do the skeleton from the smth night smth christmas too0!!&lt;br /&gt;haha oh and did i mention i bought a new wallet last friday when i finally had my HANS PEACH TART! :)&lt;br /&gt;its the skeleton from the smth night ssmth christmas lah.&lt;br /&gt;okay NYHENYEHNYEH WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;aft that had english.&lt;br /&gt;we had like word quizzes ._.&lt;br /&gt;but damn fun. haahah.&lt;br /&gt;i wish all english lessons are like that.&lt;br /&gt;THN RS. even better.&lt;br /&gt;ms chung didnt come&lt;br /&gt;and she asked me to inform the two other grps what they're suppsoed to do&lt;br /&gt;and whats evenn better was that we already discussed what we're supposed to do in the june hols last friday. yay i feel so organised and neat and good. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;thn ame and i left schl to go taka's DIY store for our physics and only realised it wasnt there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah went for lunch at KFC instead. haha im so broke.&lt;br /&gt;IM SAVING . this is worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;mwahahaha just a few more days&lt;br /&gt;yeah thn gnia wanted her culottes back.&lt;br /&gt;oh yah i was wearing her pe tshirt and culottes cause&lt;br /&gt;she had phototaking too and she didnt bring her pinafore..&lt;br /&gt;so we changed lah. i felt so...&lt;br /&gt;UNGILLIAN.&lt;br /&gt;and apparently she got scolded for wearing my pinafore&lt;br /&gt;cause the pinafore is short and the belt is low (SORRY BESTIE LAH&lt;br /&gt;PPL NOT AS SKINNY AS YOU MAH)&lt;br /&gt;haha and that girl's culottes is SO SHORT.&lt;br /&gt;i felt as if i was revealing my ass whenever i sat down!&lt;br /&gt;hahah whatever. thn she came to taka&lt;br /&gt;and i swopped back with her lah..&lt;br /&gt;haha shes so happy cause she has a phone already.&lt;br /&gt;and smth SO SIGNIFICANT happened lah huh :)&lt;br /&gt;she called me a loser for crying for 50first dates.&lt;br /&gt;.. yeah yeah your darr cried too.&lt;br /&gt;AME REMEMBER TO BRING THE VCD TMRW.&lt;br /&gt;im going to watch it again and again and make sure&lt;br /&gt;i dont cry no more when i watch it :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of the movie the whole of tday.&lt;br /&gt;yeah aft lunch we went spotlight..&lt;br /&gt;wanted to get the block of wood and nylon strings.&lt;br /&gt;got the wood but no nylon strings.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA TOO BAD AME.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh im sorry ame that was evil ):&lt;br /&gt;i promise to be good to my oochie boochie coochie loochie foochie.&lt;br /&gt;hahah i got really highhh cause i started talking about&lt;br /&gt;the stupid pushagainstthewallandhumpyou thing gnia and i&lt;br /&gt;were playing that time :D&lt;br /&gt;lols!&lt;br /&gt;i think i embarrassed ame a lot.&lt;br /&gt;nyehnyehnyeh&lt;br /&gt;yay this blog entry is so long and fun&lt;br /&gt;SO YEAH. aft we bought the stupid piece of wood&lt;br /&gt;which costs $1.29, no joke it's $1.29.&lt;br /&gt;no kidding its $1.29 no error its $.1.2&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh anyway went to meridien with ame..&lt;br /&gt;THE UNCLE ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAH. now my bag has a strong issey miyake smell.&lt;br /&gt;OH CHUBBIEEE WUBBIEEE TWEETY ARE YOU JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;and my notebook smells of ralph &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;and i think i wanna get either the small ralph or echo...&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaahh i told him i'll go back. i WILL go back and get it&lt;br /&gt;and he sprayed on us so many diff types of perfume lah.&lt;br /&gt;aft that thn he made us smell coffee so that we can&lt;br /&gt;'clear our nose'. hahah damn funny cause he kept being sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt know he was serious about it when he said that i could spray&lt;br /&gt;issey miyake into my bag and then ralph into my notebook!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;he said im easily contented, which i think its true.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahah whatever im happy.&lt;br /&gt;anyoneee who wants to buy perfumeee tell mee&lt;br /&gt;i'll bring you there cause i think he'd give discount&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i could spray moreeeeeeeee in my bag&lt;br /&gt;then it can smell really really really good and i&lt;br /&gt;will crush my bag and live in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we left. saw sam the 'chiobu'&lt;br /&gt;hes damn scary.&lt;br /&gt;thn also met dharham.&lt;br /&gt;had a chat with him cause he was taking the same train.&lt;br /&gt;lols yeah thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;i havent done my physics PT!&lt;br /&gt;screw.&lt;br /&gt;oh listen to 40kinds of sadness by ryan cabrera :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think oliver james is cute somehow.&lt;br /&gt;and ugly too. damn, i'm gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111693188591046907?l=thedisturbed.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-7224360.post-111685646061932715</id><published>2005-05-23T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T23:26:41.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;230505&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so sick, so sick of being tired.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and oh so tired of being sick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're both such magnifacent liars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so crush me baby, i'm all ears.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so obviously desperate, so desperately obvious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll give in one more time and feed you stupid lines all about cleaning up my act..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we won't stand for hazy eyes anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the perth trip in 2002 ):&lt;br /&gt;i miss people ):&lt;br /&gt;and this nice song makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;nyehnyehnyeh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;wokeeee up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;felt all pissssssy&lt;br /&gt;thn dad sent me to zhen's house.&lt;br /&gt;haha aft i got to zhens houseee we pigged out&lt;br /&gt;maybe &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; pigged out only not her. damn.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i annoyed the shit outta her.&lt;br /&gt;that ass wanted to watch robots&lt;br /&gt;so i watched with her.&lt;br /&gt;thn she felt so hot and sleepy&lt;br /&gt;so she went to her room and slept&lt;br /&gt;and left me in the living room watching&lt;br /&gt;robots with her brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;NEHMIND NEHZ&lt;br /&gt;while she was sleeping in her room&lt;br /&gt;i watched 50 first dates too!&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;i cried four times ):&lt;br /&gt;henry rothhhhh is so sweeeeeeeeet&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;so touching i feel like crying again.&lt;br /&gt;bye. zhen laughed at me for crying&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SHE CRIED TOO.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAH. emo bitch.&lt;br /&gt;and screw ARES ame!&lt;br /&gt;MY MOVIE LIKE DISAPPEARED!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111685646061932715?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111685646061932715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111685646061932715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111685646061932715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111685646061932715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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know what to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whn will i see you again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you like crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even more than words can say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you like crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;every minute of every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha guess what, zhen!&lt;br /&gt;IM LISTENING TO THE MOFFATS TOO HAHA&lt;br /&gt;AND THE TITLE IS EVEN WORSE THAN 'MISERY'&lt;br /&gt;ITS &lt;strong&gt;MISS YOU LIKE CRAZY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel a bit kuku now&lt;br /&gt;now i rmb what i did ytd. so i shall blog :)&lt;br /&gt;eeks i woke up and watched finding nemo&lt;br /&gt;cause i was so bored \:&lt;br /&gt;nyehnyehnyehnyeh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;thn went to the students service centre.&lt;br /&gt;nyehnyehnyeh for service learning.&lt;br /&gt;this project is like. ... i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;nyehnyehnyeh&lt;br /&gt;aft that i went homeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;showered and changed.&lt;br /&gt;thn went to tampines mall to meet zhenn.&lt;br /&gt;nyehnyhnyeh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to watch a movie..&lt;br /&gt;but the tickets are like SOOO DAMN EX.&lt;br /&gt;no money SIAXXXXX.&lt;br /&gt;nyehnyehnyeh :D&lt;br /&gt;so didnt watch.&lt;br /&gt;thn we ate dinner.&lt;br /&gt;dinner was long johns silver&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cause WE GOT NO MONEY SIAXXXX.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaaha nyehnyehnyeh.&lt;br /&gt;aft dinner we headed to town for pool :D&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go to my FUNKY BALLZ SIAXXX.&lt;br /&gt;but stupid place so full. thn the waiting list&lt;br /&gt;so long some more NIAXXXX.&lt;br /&gt;PMO only.&lt;br /&gt;PMO stands for piss me off and i think its damn&lt;br /&gt;cool like GSS :D :D&lt;br /&gt;nyehnyehnyeh i like it so who cares&lt;br /&gt;thn we decideed to go meridien instead&lt;br /&gt;NYEHNYEHNYEH&lt;br /&gt;that whore (of mine)&lt;br /&gt;kept complaining.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i think she taught me not to&lt;br /&gt;wear white shirts and heels on rainy days&lt;br /&gt;yay. if not i'll be whiny and irritating like her&lt;br /&gt;and thn everyone will hate me boohoo&lt;br /&gt;but dont worry zhen you're not hated.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;i think im so irritating nyehnyehnyeh&lt;br /&gt;so we walked to meridien in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;nyehnyeh nyeh and we got wet&lt;br /&gt;nyehnyehnyeh my hair was so damn flat.&lt;br /&gt;thn HOR dont kno why the world so small LEH&lt;br /&gt;so QIAO nehz. saw AH JO there siaXXX.&lt;br /&gt;and KY -looks at gnia.&lt;br /&gt;hahah man i miss that girl! i miss the girl whose leg's in a cast too!&lt;br /&gt;siewyyy dewwwy.&lt;br /&gt;yeah anyway zhen and i played pool. i ALMOST&lt;br /&gt;thrashed her by 7balls :P&lt;br /&gt;like how i thrashed tweety the other time&lt;br /&gt;right, TWEETIE! :D&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was grinning like mad&lt;br /&gt;so i lost concentration then then then&lt;br /&gt;I MISSED THE BALL.&lt;br /&gt;damn. so i didnt thrash her by 7 balls.&lt;br /&gt;nyehnyehnyeh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;she won me so many times lor PMO only.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;thn i got highhhhhh and even the&lt;br /&gt;monster cue uncle also say i siao alr.&lt;br /&gt;hahah oh and he asked why only zhen and i&lt;br /&gt;lols!&lt;br /&gt;anyway zhen was the one who got me high&lt;br /&gt;cause she cldnt stop saying&lt;br /&gt;NYEHNYEHNYEH WHATEVR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im stuck on it too.&lt;br /&gt;we played for about errrrrrrrrrr i forgot how long&lt;br /&gt;thn went downstairs to get my yami shake hahaha&lt;br /&gt;aft that went heeren DID SMTH VERY WRONG&lt;br /&gt; ): wasted money cause we screwed it HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;nyehnyehnyeh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;oooh zhen's new mango handbag is so hip NIAXXX.&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt need another converse clutch&lt;br /&gt;or ripcurl tote lah huh :)&lt;br /&gt;hmm i guess thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;nyehnyehnyeh&lt;br /&gt;i like that converse clutch too.. the SMALLER version.&lt;br /&gt;GREEDY PPL WHO WEAR&lt;br /&gt;WHITE (POLO) TSHIRTS AND HEELS ON RAINY&lt;br /&gt;DAYS LIKE BIG CLUTCHES :D&lt;br /&gt;HHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;oooh GSS baby here i come&lt;br /&gt;are you ready amelene!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111677032093180393?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111677032093180393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111677032093180393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111677032093180393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111677032093180393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/05/220505-haha-im-blogging-again-i-used.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111674732397678828</id><published>2005-05-22T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T15:35:23.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>220505&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO NO NO&lt;br /&gt;DONT PHUNK WITH MY HEART&lt;br /&gt;stupid song stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;especially the yaahyeeeyaaaa part.&lt;br /&gt;would you still be in loveee baby&lt;br /&gt;in love baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY MAKES ME SLEEPY.&lt;br /&gt;i hate sundays.&lt;br /&gt;bye i cant rmb what i did ytd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111674732397678828?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111674732397678828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111674732397678828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111674732397678828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111674732397678828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/05/220505-no-no-no-dont-phunk-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111651345589770897</id><published>2005-05-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:37:35.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;190505&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;i'll make my way across the frozen sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;beyond the blank horizon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;when I can forget "you and me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;and get a decent night's sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;well here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;i don't know how to say this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;the only thing I know is awkward silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;your eyelids close when you're around me to shut me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;don't shut me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo i pierced my ear again just now.&lt;br /&gt;random piercing at random part of random ear.&lt;br /&gt;my previous entry is so screwed. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;deedee and sarah got me PMS lip balm! haha!&lt;br /&gt;it's damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;think i'll use it everyday :)&lt;br /&gt;though shiya hates the smell of it.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i passed ss!!&lt;br /&gt;start killing ants cause tmrw's friday and the following monday's a public holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111651345589770897?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111651345589770897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111651345589770897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111651345589770897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111651345589770897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/05/190505-ill-make-my-way-across-frozen.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111633557167446427</id><published>2005-05-17T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T21:17:32.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SEVENTEENTH OF MAY TWOTHOUSAND AND FIVE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH&lt;br /&gt;NIKE DUNKS ARE MAKING ME GOOO GAGAAA&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOGOOOORAAAARAAAA&lt;br /&gt;BAAH &lt;3 size="5"&gt;GSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GSS!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHAH i think only ame knows what that stands for :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yay. we went shopping today for accessories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ah yeahhh everything we bought today were accessories only :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YAY BYE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;everybodyyy looveees tooo be the birthday girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gillian likes to be the birthdayyy girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;giillian feels one year younger even though she grew a year older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gillian still sounds like a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gillian is still collecting presents &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gillian loves her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111633557167446427?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111633557167446427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111633557167446427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111633557167446427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111633557167446427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/05/seventeenth-of-may-twothousand-and.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111608347900609631</id><published>2005-05-14T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T23:11:19.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;140505&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm falling even more in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;letting go of all i've held onto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm standing here until you make me move&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7224360.post-111599377458252560</id><published>2005-05-13T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T22:16:14.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THIRTEENTH OF MAY 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEEL SOO DEPRIVED. RAHH I NEED POOL.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SALTED VEGEETABLES.&lt;br /&gt;AND TAN LI REN, I AM GONNA DEDICATE MY HATE BLOG TO YOU HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;well, you asked me to.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR MAKING ME WALK TO CINE TO PASS THE NOTES TO YOU. you're the black bitch, BIITCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4 was fine. my timing improved :)&lt;br /&gt;11.31. i hate the freaking weather&lt;br /&gt;ame is a strong girl&lt;br /&gt;i have sooo many mosquito bites THIS SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;yay dunks baby dunks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IF YOU DONT KNOW ME BY NOWWWWWW..&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL NEVER NEVER KNOW ME.."&lt;br /&gt;wooooo that song rocks im gna download bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 more days! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111599377458252560?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111599377458252560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111599377458252560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111599377458252560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111599377458252560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/05/thirteenth-of-may-2005-i-feeel-soo.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111589937746037867</id><published>2005-05-12T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T20:28:02.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th MAY TWO OOOO FIVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Gillian,&lt;br /&gt;Today i was just bumming around, watching tv and shitting all my pent up frustration out like there was no tomorrow. I was so bored, i chanced upon reading your weblog(gasp! i dont read them on a normal basis, i swear by NEWSWEEK!) and discovered your inane fantasy for britney. It has come to my attention that teenagers like you are being mentally tortured by poor depressed souls like Britney, hiding behind a (once) pretty face/mask. I would now like you to awaken to reality and realise that Britney, though highly influential and once very sweet and innocent, has gone through certain trials and tribulations that dont ultimately make her a very good person. To say that she is married with a child is awfully concealing the whole truth. In fact, she has such a rocky history with the media, all with her supposed shotgun marriage, one night marriage, drug problems etcetera etcetera.. I highly disapprove of you listening to any of her songs. Who knew what underlying message she was trying to promote at that time? It could seriously brainwash your head anytime. Take Care. Cut down(on Britney). and Stay away from the drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Your friendly diarrhoea-ing neighbour,&lt;br /&gt;Shiya the great. &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;training was damn fun. hahaha pt wasnt as bad as expected. lols. 2.4run TMRW. i hopeee mr ong won't kachiaoooo meeeee cos i dont think i can achieve the timing i bet with him last yr ): aah. thn nike trng in the night again. raaah. im sooo dissatisfied with the durians i just ate. they're like hard and disgusting. i tried at least oneeeee durian from all the 3 containers but none of them are nice!!!!! damn. i shall make ame suffer tmrw with the durian smell :) oooh yeah i didnt fail chem. but i think i failed physics social studies and maybe history................... bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111589937746037867?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111589937746037867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111589937746037867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111589937746037867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111589937746037867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/05/12th-may-two-oooo-five.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111581911835824700</id><published>2005-05-11T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T20:11:11.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ELEVENTH MAY TWO OH OH FIVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i am so happy today&lt;br /&gt;ame and i went sauna!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA i got high after drinking&lt;br /&gt;my pudding &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;now the picture's gone! :)&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahhahaha im lmao! :D&lt;br /&gt;raaah i miss issey miyake smell.&lt;br /&gt;chuwen likes it too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111581911835824700?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111581911835824700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111581911835824700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111581911835824700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111581911835824700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/05/eleventh-may-two-oh-oh-five-d-d-d.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111572707700540574</id><published>2005-05-10T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T20:20:26.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;100505&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have i told you lately that i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have i told you there's no one else above you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ease my troubles, that's what you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the morning sun and all its glory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;meets the day with hope and comfort too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you fill my life with laughter, somehow you make it better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ease my troubles, that's what you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's a love that's defined&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it's yours and it's mine like the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and at the end of the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we should give thanks and pray to the one, to the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just loooooove this song. and what a wonderful world!&lt;br /&gt;and tell laura i love her.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha when i listen to these songs&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like laughing at them lols.&lt;br /&gt;they're such nice songs :)&lt;br /&gt;and i think to myselffffffff what a wonderful world!&lt;br /&gt;i feel gay.&lt;br /&gt;haha its been a monthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;since i broke up&lt;br /&gt;anyway 5 more days to 15th may :)&lt;br /&gt;whooo DUNKIES here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a reallly NICEEEEE SWEET WOOOHOOO dream last night!!!&lt;br /&gt;i didnt knw i was laughing in my sleep until&lt;br /&gt;my dad told me just now!&lt;br /&gt;AHHH. so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA the good thing is he doesnt knw what i dreamt of :D&lt;br /&gt;-looks at chuwen and shi hui and gnia and yi zhen and ame&lt;br /&gt;teeeheeeheee. damn im so gay.&lt;br /&gt;but oh wellllll i wish id get such sweet dreams ALL THE TIME&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back our math and chinese tests today&lt;br /&gt;haha i think i did fineee&lt;br /&gt;ive got so many careless mistakes ._.&lt;br /&gt;audrey says im a geek HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;but i still love her anyway!&lt;br /&gt;physics was damn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;i was cursing mr thio towards the end of the block&lt;br /&gt;cos i was so annoyed by him&lt;br /&gt;or rather his voice which couldnt stop&lt;br /&gt;breaking which annoyed me so much&lt;br /&gt;hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smth happened to my blog entry! 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:D :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss nats! ):&lt;br /&gt;aahh so many people's birthday this month ): so broke!&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;anyway trng was damn fun tday.&lt;br /&gt;as for school.. we made like bread for bio!&lt;br /&gt;mine was nice and round like a tau sar pao until&lt;br /&gt;i threw it arnd and it dropped on the floor ):&lt;br /&gt;im very sleepy.. think i shall skip dinner and go to bed&lt;br /&gt;GOOBAI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111563879848892612?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111563879848892612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111563879848892612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111563879848892612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111563879848892612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/05/090505-hairpeee-berftay-nartashar-toe.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111555503692992339</id><published>2005-05-08T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T20:23:56.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;080505&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life's different :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111555503692992339?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111555503692992339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111555503692992339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111555503692992339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111555503692992339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/05/080505-lifes-different.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111547676035056633</id><published>2005-05-07T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:39:20.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;070505&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha today was funnnnn. i haven't enjoyed myself in a long time and i sound deprived. damn.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY i was awoken by zhen's call at like 11. stupid girl. SO SHE SAID SHE WAS BORED AND WANTED TO WATCH A MOVIE. hahaah actually i wanted to go out too so yeah shes not a stupid girl after all :D yeahh thn met up with her. wanted to watch house of wax. ame said its damn gross. didnt watch it in the end cos ps is so freaking strict i cant stand the ppl. we got a niceeeeeee couple to buy tickets for us. haha. singabloodyporeee still has nice people lahhh.. rahrahrahrahrahrahr aft that zhen and i went to play pool at like. FUNKY BALLS. hahahaahahah i like the name. so spastic and cute. thats sooooo gonna be our new hangout. $5 an hr only. damn, i feel like eating char kuay teowwww. hahah zhen wants to eat papyas for BIG BOOBIES woohooo. hhahahaa. and thnnn played until at like 2 thn she went for her imodels thing. EEWWWWW THE PERSON WAS A TRANSVESTITE. i like freaked out. anyway we went for our movie lahh.  the usher helped us t change the movie tickets toooo the coach carter movie instead. hey the movie's niceeeeee. haha. zhen kept laying on my shoulder like we were some lesbian couple. so i used my phone to knock her head cos she kept dreaming and she keeps cheering for the damn basketball team as if she was watching it live and and and she thinks the worm guy is cute but i think the white guy's cuter and i think the junior person looks like the chinese actor YAN XIN SHU. ee. hahahaha the movie was damn long. its niceee. and touching. and quite funny. zhen is retarded lah kay.&lt;br /&gt;AND GNIA DIDNT COME WITH US ..... hahahaahaha SO UNUSUAL RIGHT? well im not telling you why HAHAH. zhen and i wanna go fishing.&lt;br /&gt;and after the loooooong moviee zhen had to leave for her dinner so we didnt go playy pool. thn i met my sexy ame. sexy ame wanted to shop. so i was niceeee and walked around with her. we likeee walked from ps all the way to far east? from ps  we went to heeren taka wisma thn far east and pac plaza thn far east again. hahahahahaha i was torturing ame. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WANT (MY) FAMOUS STARS AND STRAPPPPPP SHIRRRRRRT&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!! i wont mind the flesh imp one too! :D ahhhhhhh so nice. i like the adidas bag. i like the hollister skirt. i like the ripcurl wallet. I LIKE SO MANY THINGS. BUT I STILL WANT (MY) FAMOUS STARS AND STRAPP SHIRT! but im gonna get it for myself. i feel happy whn i buy myself stuff....... HAHAH. anyway ame rocks lah. she like bought the hollister skirt! its damn nice. oh yeah she got me a skirtttt too! hahah! YAAAAAAAAAY i like it a lot :D ame's so poor thing. she has a blister on her last toe ): i feel her pain, damn. ohh and she like told me the house of wax story. so freaking gross. I WANNA WATCH A LOT LIKE LOVEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;these five words i swear to you :D&lt;br /&gt;and whn we got back from pac plazaaaaaa to far east i went on a trying spreeee and made shopkeepers angry hahahahahahahahahah one of them was so irritating so i just tried on everything and didnt buy anything hahahahaha. thn she kept saying shes gonna give me discount cos im the last customer ._. one dollar discount btw. she was so annoying but i think i annoyed her too hahahaha. im happy and tired. goobai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111547676035056633?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111547676035056633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;070505&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Post Script"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish it didn't hurt, hurt like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to say these things to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll sacrifice one moment for one truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if we get through tomorrow then we'll be fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'll wait for forever and see how close we get..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's just another day, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one more chance to get this right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the worst is over for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take a breath now let it out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;man, lifeee sucks. big time.&lt;br /&gt;and ive realised that&lt;br /&gt;i actually regret a lot of things i've done.&lt;br /&gt;yeah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;YUQUAN IS BACK FROM OBS!&lt;br /&gt;im gonna talk to him goobai.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha bestie is so lonely ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111540305481252274?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111540305481252274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111540305481252274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111540305481252274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111540305481252274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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it off on yo left dawg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;set it off on yo right dawg &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;set it off, nigga i said set it off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE SONG. to 'twitch' to.&lt;br /&gt;outta control - 50cent&lt;br /&gt;hate it or love it - the game&lt;br /&gt;GET LOWWW also!&lt;br /&gt;haha nuff' of sappy lyrics cuz'&lt;br /&gt;yur mama's sick of 'em bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now gillian's telling me that she cant wait to go to ecp on friday to skate&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;and fall down cos she can't skate for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;yay and buy my dunks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;goobai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111518728257524977?l=thedisturbed.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-7224360.post-111510708393394568</id><published>2005-05-03T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T15:58:03.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;030505&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAIRPEE BERFTAY CHUUUBIEEE WUUUBIEEEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWEEEEEEEEEETY! :D lurfhflurfhe &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAREPEA BIRRRRFTAAAE MAAALIAAA! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh today is a happy happy day !&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahah there are 3 humans who are celebrating their birthdays today.&lt;br /&gt;so joyous. so fun. so happy. so happening.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha whatever.&lt;br /&gt;history was okay, so was chinese except for some parts.&lt;br /&gt;YAH YAH YAH THATS ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;and eugenia finally made me admit that&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE BRITNEY A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;zz i do. hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;you drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;deenise sarah zhen gnia and i were like singing to britney songs today in mos burger!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahha yay&lt;br /&gt;shes so lucky shes a star&lt;br /&gt;sing 'don't let me be the last to know' to me&lt;br /&gt;and i'll stick my pencil up your asshole.&lt;br /&gt;and make you bleed inside. hahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oops i did it again.&lt;br /&gt;FINE ENOUGH OF BRITNEY.&lt;br /&gt;ANSWEERRR THE PHONEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THAT YOU'RE HOMEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANNA GET YOU ALONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND DO IT AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO IT AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer the phone by sugar ray!&lt;br /&gt;goobai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111510708393394568?l=thedisturbed.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-7224360.post-111504151661273429</id><published>2005-05-02T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T21:45:16.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;020505&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY AND CHINESE PAPERS TMRW.&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS ME AND MY BRAIN.&lt;br /&gt;AND MY HANDS. AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to ecp from like 11..&lt;br /&gt;studied till like 3 with zhen and deeeedeeee haha&lt;br /&gt;after that went to play pool&lt;br /&gt;POOL WAS FREAKING 33BUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;okay. hahaha made some new friends.&lt;br /&gt;erms. yeah played pool till 7 before gng to zhen's house.&lt;br /&gt;SHE SMELLS DAMN GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;no wait. its ralph lauren cool.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH I WANNA GET HER TONIGHT&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;and DO IT AGAIN. DO IT AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;to anon on my gstbk. i got my cat earrings from&lt;br /&gt;level 2 at far east.. the livia level lah. some shop&lt;br /&gt;which only sells accesories and there are earrings everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH HAPPY SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;OOOOH I CANT WAIT FOR FRIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY&lt;br /&gt;anyway im so glad im not in a 'crush' state or some bloody shitified love phase :)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111504151661273429?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111504151661273429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111504151661273429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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away&lt;br /&gt;too fast&lt;br /&gt;left no chance to say&lt;br /&gt;look back&lt;br /&gt;now I know the truth it makes it easier,&lt;br /&gt;maybe when time goes by&lt;br /&gt;i’ll understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let’s pretend that i’ve moved on&lt;br /&gt;and I’ll tell myself&lt;br /&gt;that life goes on without you-&lt;br /&gt;open my eyes and look deep inside&lt;br /&gt;i run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you threw it all away&lt;br /&gt;so blind&lt;br /&gt;pushed me far from you and your life&lt;br /&gt;now I know the tears&lt;br /&gt;wont relieve the loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i run away - BRITNEY SPEARS  HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;sigh i haven started my revision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111483246253621051?l=thedisturbed.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-7224360.post-111469891220883572</id><published>2005-04-28T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:39:57.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hayye beetchess 'saxbomb'!&lt;br /&gt;wi no wherechu roam&lt;br /&gt;an' trable ees warhatchu wahrnt.&lt;br /&gt;i teenq eye've had sarme farnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;eenarffhhhhhh neega i saaaayd NIGGA ENOUGHH!&lt;br /&gt;cauze dadt HOME ees wherchur faat ess weel be sittin' nigga!&lt;br /&gt;lurfhf nigga' i say LURFHF, &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WISH IT DIDNT HURT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURT LIKE THIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO SAY THESE THINGS TO YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'LL SACRIFICE ONE MOMENT FOR ONE TRUTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF WE GET THROUGH TMRW THN WE WI'LL BE FINE.&lt;br /&gt;WE'LL WAIT FOR FOREVER AND SEE HOW CLOSE WE GET&lt;br /&gt;IT'S JUST ANOTHER DAY, ONE MORE CHANCE TO GET THIS RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'LL SACRIFICE FOREVER PLEASE JUST FOR TONIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF WE GET THROUGH TMRW THN WE'LL BE FINE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WORST IS OVER FOR NOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKE A BREATH NOW LET IT OUT.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;post script&lt;/strong&gt; - finch&lt;br /&gt;heard it at spongee. and we were stuck on it for da HOLE DAE NIGGA'!&lt;br /&gt;oh btw my links are at the bottom of the page..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111469891220883572?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111469891220883572/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111452463528775208</id><published>2005-04-26T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T22:10:35.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are quite a few problems lately&lt;br /&gt;not sure if they're going away..&lt;br /&gt;or there are more coming our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the term 'baby' is used so loosely&lt;br /&gt;that i'm getting the CHILLS from it!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahhaahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh shht. i can't seem to start on my revision for the tests next week. blooooooooody shit.&lt;br /&gt;starting to pms again cos of the blooooooody hot weather also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111452463528775208?l=thedisturbed.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-7224360.post-111451629999198548</id><published>2005-04-26T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T19:51:39.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;wrong to call someone&lt;br /&gt;'baby'.&lt;br /&gt;-looks at eugenia and yizhen :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111451629999198548?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111451629999198548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111451629999198548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111451629977065492?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111451629977065492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111451629977065492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111451629977065492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111451629977065492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-just-wrong_111451629977065492.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111451629955140106</id><published>2005-04-26T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T19:51:39.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;wrong to call someone&lt;br /&gt;'baby'.&lt;br /&gt;-looks at eugenia and yizhen :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111451629955140106?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111451629955140106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111451629955140106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111451629955140106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111451629955140106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-just-wrong_111451629955140106.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111451621715755261</id><published>2005-04-26T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T19:50:17.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;wrong to call someone&lt;br /&gt;'baby'.&lt;br /&gt;-looks at gnia and zhen :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111451621715755261?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111451621715755261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111451621715755261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111451621608053214?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111451621608053214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111451621608053214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111451621608053214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111451621608053214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-just-wrong_26.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111451621497537750</id><published>2005-04-26T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T19:50:14.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;wrong to call someone&lt;br /&gt;'baby'.&lt;br /&gt;-looks at gnia and zhen :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111451621497537750?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111451621497537750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111451621497537750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111451621497537750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111451621497537750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-just-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111450323460037977</id><published>2005-04-26T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T16:13:54.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;260405&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've been here before a few times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i'm quite aware we're dying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and your hands they shake the goodbyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i'll take you back if you'd have me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so here i am i'm trying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so here i am i'm ready&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;come on let me hold you, touch you, feel you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kiss you, taste you all night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i'll miss your laugh your smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll admit i'm wrong if you'd tell me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm so sick of fights, i hate them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lets start this again for real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. nice song .. blink 182! always.&lt;br /&gt;i have a sudden urge to listen to them!&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is the first thing I remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now it's the last tthing left on my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;afraid of the dark do you hear me whisper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an empty heart replaced with paranoia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where do we go life's temporary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after we're gone like new years resolutions &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why is this hard do you recognize me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know I'm wrong but I can't help believing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm so lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm barely here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish i could explain myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but words escape me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's too late to save me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're too late&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're cold with disappointment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;while i'm drowning in the next room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the last contagious victim of this plague between us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm sick with apprehension&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm crippled from exhaustion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I DREAD THE MOMENT WHEN YOU FINALLY COME TO KILL ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blink oneeeeeightttttwooo - stockholm syndrome :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111450323460037977?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111450323460037977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111450323460037977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111450323460037977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111450323460037977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/04/260405-ive-been-here-before-few-times.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111347946534956638</id><published>2005-04-14T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T19:42:01.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;140405&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIIII. im back&lt;br /&gt;hahaha yeahhhh&lt;br /&gt;these few days are reallyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;TIRING.&lt;br /&gt;theres soooooo much work to do&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i shld blog about this :)&lt;br /&gt;cos its funny.&lt;br /&gt;and its like an experience&lt;br /&gt;you will never get to ENJOY all the time yay!&lt;br /&gt;so here i go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturdaaay.&lt;br /&gt;gnia and i went town. TOWN TOWN.&lt;br /&gt;-fastforwards everything.&lt;br /&gt;okay so we decided to make a trip&lt;br /&gt;down to far east before going home.&lt;br /&gt;uh huh. so yeah we were waiting at the traffic light to cross the road to paragon whn like some &lt;b&gt;toad&lt;/b&gt; i mean a toad! like croaked my name. "GEELAN" eew. i was like ? so gnia and i turned around and happened to see XXXXXL (name not mentioned to protect privacy ._. right, more like XL's the size of her clotheswear) oh yeah. so i was like oh. hi? and XL was like scrutinizing me from HEAD to TOE in that uhms not very pleasant kinda way? like like her eyes were gonna pop out anytime and burst and explode which i wish they would cos they're useless and ugly. yeah and then gnia and i just turned back and continued talking when we heard someone raised her voice .. "..SPAM PEOPLE'S BOARD." gnia and i started laughing and gnia went like "who the hell wants to spam someone's board!" and we took a rather big step forward, but only to find that XL followed us and took a step forward too like she was stalking us!? okay maybe she was stalking us HAHA. loser act #1 "are they like following us?" "uhmm i think so gnia" and we started laughing like real loud cos it was soooooooo funny. hahahahaha. aft that we crossed the road and XL was like talking real loud except that her so-called friend didnt reply her? lalala loser act #2. yeah and thn suddenly she went like "HELLO someone. GUESS WHO I JUST SAW? THAT SLUT WHO SPAMMED YOUR BOARD YOU KNOW.." oh? hahahah LOSER ACT #3 cos i found out that someone did not even receive a single call from her. aft that gnia was like kinda angry cos she did not like to see her bestie get insulted like that (gnias such a good bestie. shes one of a kind. too bad she didnt choose you as her bestie) okay she forced me to type that hahahaha wth. anyway she was angry lah. and thn thrs this staircase leading down to the basement of paragon.. thers a m1 shop there. and gnia like walked down the stairs? so i was like ehh where the hell are you going! and she was like "I WANA GO DOWN THERE" but i didnt allow her to. so yeah loser XL followed us lah. shes smarter though, she like took the escalator? :) yeah whn she went down the escalator i called gnia up. so she like ran up the stairs in her heels (whoo lala hot babe who can run in heels HAHAHA) but im sorry bestie. XL was much better. she tried running up the ESCALATOR (moving steps like TREADMILL BUT WITH STEEPNESSS! woah sooooo bloody damn cool) in her HEELS! hahahahahahahahahah thank us man. we made her do some exercise right in town in her heels! LOSER ACT #3. oh btw she was the only one on the escalator. her friend didnt follow her. LOSER ACT #4. hmm she wore like this ugly piece of rag which i cant rmb the color of it because it like camouflaged with her ugly skin. LOSER ACT #5 cos she wears a bandage on her arm to gain sympathy from stupid people who thinks that shes injured when shes just trying to hide a birth mark of hers! COME ON, BE HAPPY WITH GOD GAVE YOU. IM HAPPY WITH MY " FAT FLABBY ARMS " AND " FRECKLES " -quotes you. but i guess you're happy just showing off the amount of excess fats you have in that little tight disgusting flimsy skirt and shirt of yours. which you claim you bought them yourself when your boyfriend had to spend money to get them for you. give him a little credit at least? i think you should just stop bitching about people in front or behind their backs cos you already have no friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semifinals tmrw!&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111347946534956638?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111347946534956638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111347946534956638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111347946534956638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111347946534956638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/04/140405-hiiii.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111323156450775152</id><published>2005-04-11T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T22:59:24.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;110405&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha oh yeah how could i forget.&lt;br /&gt;i loooooooveeeeeeee youuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;my deaaaaaaresst friends foor listening&lt;br /&gt;to my crappp mwahahah mwaaazxzxzxzxzxz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111323156450775152?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111323156450775152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111323156450775152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111323156450775152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111323156450775152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/04/110405-haha-oh-yeah-how-could-i-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111323136889389269</id><published>2005-04-11T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T22:56:08.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;110405&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pooled again.&lt;br /&gt;but with carol :D&lt;br /&gt;haha shes damn sexy man.&lt;br /&gt;SIT ON THE TABLE AND PLAY POOL&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHOO I LIKE.. : HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt stop teasing her.&lt;br /&gt;wah even the way she bridge&lt;br /&gt;IS ALSO SOO SEXY LEHH :) HAHA&lt;br /&gt;and played w rachel and zhen and gnia.&lt;br /&gt;i kept losing to gnia by one ball&lt;br /&gt;soooooooooo annoying.&lt;br /&gt;morn trng was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;sports fest was zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;i almost fell aslp.&lt;br /&gt;sorry lah ppl no mood to cheer mah&lt;br /&gt;stomacheeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;ive been having a lot of stomache&lt;br /&gt;recently.&lt;br /&gt;scary. prob i'll be diagnosed with&lt;br /&gt;some strange illness soon ._.&lt;br /&gt;my life revolves around pool netball and bloodddy schlwork&lt;br /&gt;and of course my friends :)&lt;br /&gt;raaah its sooo boring&lt;br /&gt;but i will not be sooo bored that&lt;br /&gt;i have to resort to spamming ppls gstbk&lt;br /&gt;to make me feel less bored yeah.&lt;br /&gt;pointless, doesnt help one bit.&lt;br /&gt;believe it, or not.&lt;br /&gt;sick of these. GOODBYE.&lt;br /&gt;tonight is so damn cold&lt;br /&gt;dont know why&lt;br /&gt;think im falling sick soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111323136889389269?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111323136889389269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111323136889389269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111323136889389269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111323136889389269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/04/110405-pooled-again.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111315066657111311</id><published>2005-04-11T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T00:37:57.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;100405&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tday was good :D&lt;br /&gt;went to meet gnia in town.&lt;br /&gt;and cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;brian like grew taller!?&lt;br /&gt;by so muchh. ahha&lt;br /&gt;anyway played pool with her&lt;br /&gt;beat her about 3-4 times in a row&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;cos i was not myself :)&lt;br /&gt;hahah she also won me 3-4 times in a row ._.&lt;br /&gt;yeahh thn we played with nigel too&lt;br /&gt;hes FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;hahah yay okay bye&lt;br /&gt;rejoice cos thers no schl tmrw and tues :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111315066657111311?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111315066657111311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111315066657111311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111315066657111311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111315066657111311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/04/100405-tday-was-good-d-went-to-meet_11.html' title=''/><author><name>stringmeup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15573180766817867055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224360.post-111305859111153970</id><published>2005-04-09T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T22:56:31.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;090405&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if i'm faat :)&lt;br /&gt;you're obese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least im not in self denial.&lt;br /&gt;i live my life to the fullest,&lt;br /&gt;insecure whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was good.&lt;br /&gt;i went out with siew kim&lt;br /&gt;and then met up with zhen gnia jo and co.&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm happy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7224360-111305859111153970?l=thedisturbed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/feeds/111305859111153970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7224360&amp;postID=111305859111153970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111305859111153970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7224360/posts/default/111305859111153970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedisturbed.blogspot.com/2005/04/090405-so-what-if-im-faat-youre-obese.html' 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MEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;i am going to make ame do pole dancing and strip for all the horny chee koh peks&lt;br /&gt;and then they will have to donate for the show they've watched&lt;br /&gt;WHETHER THEY ENJOY IT OR NOT :)&lt;br /&gt;ame have faith in yourself! im sure YOU can do it!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i have &lt;strong&gt;finally finished social studies report&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;with the help of rachel ame eugenia and yizhen.&lt;br /&gt;thank you very much :)&lt;br /&gt;so happy.&lt;br /&gt;but then i realise i have bio and math report&lt;br /&gt;due nxt friday and nxt nxt tue that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;and yay monday sports fest no lesson!&lt;br /&gt;tues schl holiday YAAAAAAAAAAY&lt;br /&gt;but wth we have a match against ST NICKS that daaaay&lt;br /&gt;argh. pissing.&lt;br /&gt;and monday morning got trng. then sports fest&lt;br /&gt;I'VE ALREADY ARRANGED A HOT DATE&lt;br /&gt;WITH CAROL WITH THE POOL BALLS :)&lt;br /&gt;yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tday we spent 32bucks on pool omgoodness.&lt;br /&gt;i think the last time was like 28 bucks&lt;br /&gt;omgggggggggggggggg its like almost 60bucks or more&lt;br /&gt;a week we spend for pool!&lt;br /&gt;-gazpz thats too much.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. shit. ehhh gnia zhen! thats damn a lot leh.&lt;br /&gt;hokay i had trng just now.&lt;br /&gt;and ytd's match against pasir ris crest was bad.&lt;br /&gt;i had diarrhoea. so wondy.&lt;br /&gt;and i was taken off court like aft second quart?&lt;br /&gt;the weather was hell&lt;br /&gt;my stomach was hell&lt;br /&gt;the game was scary.. but luckily we won.&lt;br /&gt;34-16 i think.&lt;br /&gt;chubbieee also had diarrhoea hwever you spell it?&lt;br /&gt;i suck and i dont know how to spell that D word lah hokay.&lt;br /&gt;damn stomache again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN TO&lt;br /&gt;world is black - good charlotte!&lt;br /&gt;switch - will smith!&lt;br /&gt;sugar (gimme some) - trick daddy&lt;br /&gt;you're a god - vertical horizon&lt;br 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